He's My Only One

{Kimma’s POV}

His lips were just about to brush mine-

*knock knock*

We sprung away from each other as Jungkook cleared his throat.

"O-open the door," he said in a husky voice.

No.. No.... NO!

WHY IS HIS VOICE SO CRACKED UP LIKE THIS! THIS ISN’T GOOD!.

"Jungkook sweety! I brought some cookies for you and your friend,” Jungkook’s mom said as she was about to open the door. Jungkook looked over at me and his eyes widen in shock. He runs right towards me and hugs me, placing my face into the nape of his neck.

"J-Jungkook what are you doing?!" I said as I tried to push him off.

"Your makeup is coming off because of your tears. Don't worry, I got this,” he said as the door opens.

"Jungkook they're-... Oh my-!" I heard Jungkook’s mom said as the door hits the wall.

"What is going on in here?!" Jungkooks mom said she sets the plate of cookies on the desk and started to walk towards us. Jungkook hugs me tighter as I tried to muffle my wince.

"Kimma sweety are you crying?" His mom asked, trying to look at my face.

"Yeah mom, we're kinda having a personal talk right now. Could you please give us some time alone?" Jungkook said as he rubs my back up and down in a weirdly comforting way.

"O-oh I see", Jungkook’s mom said in a playful way.

"It's nice to see you hugging and comforting someone else for once Jungkook,” I heard his mom sigh in happiness as the door closes. He lets go of me and I walked over to the mirror that was attached to his closet.

I looked absolutely horrible.

My bruises stood out clearly, and you could tell that I was trying to wear makeup to hide all of it.

"Jungkook, what do I do?" I said as I stared at myself in horror.

I heard him sigh from behind me and mutters an "I'll be right back,”

He left the room and a couple minutes later comes back with a... Purse?

He opens it and takes out a bottle and some tissue.

"What are you doing?" I said as I watched him pour the liquid from the bottle onto the tissue.

He doesn't say anything and places the wet tissue on my face.

"It's makeup remover. I’ll have to take the makeup off your face first,” he said as he continued to wipe my face with the tissue.

Once he was finished with the makeup remover, he looks at me and I can tell that his eyes were full of sadness and concern. He tried to hide the sadness by looking away, but don't take me as a fool Jungkook.

The eyes are the windows to the soul after all.

"I'm sure you are very beautiful without all the makeup and bruises,” he mumbled in a soft voice that I could barely hear.

I felt my heart throb at his words as he took out some makeup from the purse.

"Sit down,” he said as he places his hands on my shoulders, making me sit down on his bed.

"You know how to put on makeup?" I questioned him while trying to hide my laughter from his “skills”.

He scoffs and said, "Well I have an older sister who used to live with us, and she would always have me do her makeup on days when she was 'lazy'. It was very annoying especially because I lost a bet because of it, so ever since then she made me do her makeup for her when she didn’t want to."

"Oh,” I said as he puts on some concealers on me to hide my bruises.

About ten minutes later he has put on the foundation, eyeliner, and whatever else he did.

"Okay, it's not perfect since well, I'm a guy and all, but it's the best I can do from what my sister taught me,” he said as he extends his hand towards me. I took his hand as he lightly presses his hands on my face to cover my eyes.

"I'll lead you to the mirror,” Jungkook said, standing up.

"Oh hell no-"

"Don't you trust me, Kimma?" He said into my ear softly with his hands still covering my eyes. I sighed and didn’t respond.

"Well, I guess you're going to have to learn to trust your friends,” he said as started to lead me towards the mirror.

He removed his hands from my eyes and I looked at myself in the mirror.

The makeup he put on me was not that bad, to be honest. In fact, it looks really good.

"So how long did you say you did your sisters make up for?" I said as I lightly laugh.
He laughs and says, "well since I was 11?"

"So you did you sisters make up for six years?!" I said in shock.

What else can you do other than just makeup?

"Well I can cook, I can play the piano, I can write music and I can sing,” he said, placing his hands on both of my shoulders while looking in the mirror.

Wait, did I just say that out loud?

"I said my question out loud, didn't I?" I said with slight embarrassment. I feel his chest vibrate against my back as he laughs again.

"Yeah you did, but don't worry. It's kinda cute,” he said while smirking. We continued to stare at the mirror in silence. I'm standing in front while Jungkook is right behind me, his head to the side of my face, his chest pressed against my back, and his hands on both my shoulders.

We kind of look like a couple...

"So um, you heard me play, so what about you?" I turned around, raising my eyebrow slightly.

He chuckled and finally lets go of my shoulders. He walks towards the piano and sat on the piano bench.

"Well, there's this song I've been working on, but I haven't found the lyrics for it yet. Want to take a listen?... You'll be the first to hear it,” he says as he looks to the side. I walked next to him and gave him a small smile.

"I would love to,” I said as he scoots to the right side of the bench. He looks at me and pats the space next to him.

"You can sit next to me if you want,” he said as focused his attention back to the piano. I nodded and sat down on the bench next to him.

He started to play the piano with a serious expression.

It was such a soft and sad melody yet so touching at the same time.

I felt my heart throbbed as Jungkook hums along to his sweet piano melody.

His humming alone was so soothing and I can't help but close my eyes to 'feel' the music.

**********

"Kimma... Hey, wake up" I heard as my shoulder was being nudged gently. I opened my eyes and sat up straight on the bench suddenly. I looked to my right to see Jungkook and realized that I fell asleep on his shoulder.

"J-Jungkook, was I-"

"Yeah, you were asleep on my shoulder", Jungkook said as he starts smirking.

"I'm sorry for sleeping on you. It's not that your piano playing was boring and I fell asleep, it's just that it was really relaxing and-"

"I know", Jungkook said as he cuts me off, putting a finger towards my mouth. He finally stood up and I looked towards the window to see that the sky has already turned orange. I stood up quickly from the bench and ran towards my guitar case. I placed my guitar as quickly as I can inside of its case as Jungkook asked, " Hey, what's the rush?"

"I have to go home now! I didn't even tell my dad that I was going to be at a friends house,” I said in a panic, still trying to pack my things up.

"So I'm a friend now? Earlier I wasn't a friend in front of Minje", Jungkook said.
I rolled my eyes, grabbed my guitar case, and ran out of his room.

"Wait! Kimma! I'll walk you home", Jungkook said as he ran down the stairs with me.
He can't follow me home. If he does I'll be in so much trouble.

For one, my dad will see that I brought a boy home, and that won't sit quite well with him.
And secondly, Jungkook can't see my dad with the state that he's in now. He'll for sure figure out what's been going on at home.

"No, I can walk home myself,” I said as I started walking in a faster pace to his front door.

"It's late and I'm not letting a girl walk home alone-"

"Thank,s but no thanks Jungkook. It's nice to know you're being a 'gentleman' but it's okay. I've walked home by myself before. I'll see you at school tomorrow,” I said quickly as I started to sprint out of the front door.

"Hey!! MinJi!!!" I heard from behind me, but I continued to run as the sun continued to set.

I really hope my dad isn't home right now, or else...

**********

I looked around me to make sure that Jungkook didn’t follow me, and I walked up the steps to my front door.

Okay Kimma, you can do this. He's probably not going to be home anyways, right?

I turned the doorknob and opened the door to walk inside. All the lights were turned off so I couldn’t really see anything as I closed the door behind me.

"Where have you been?" I heard as the lights in my house were suddenly turned back on.

"I was at a friend’s house-"

"Boy or girl",” he questioned as I took off my shoes and placed my guitar case down. I walked to the living room couch and saw my dad, staring blankly at the wall with a beer bottle in his right hand, not even looking at me. How the hell did he even turn the lights on with that kind of condition?

"It was a boy,” I said in honesty.

"Why were you at a boys house? Why didn't you tell me where you were going?" He said as he stood up from the couch, tightly holding the glass beer bottle in his right hand.

"I forgot to call you to let you know where I was. I was at his house for-"

"For a quick screw? Is that it? Has my daughter turned into a whore now?" My father said as he turned around and walks around the couch, right towards me. I took a step back as he stopped in front of me.

"No that's not i-" I tried to explain to him why I was at a boy’s house, but all of a sudden I felt something smash onto the top of my head. I collapsed onto the floor and looked around to see broken pieces of glass around me. I looked up to see a broken beer bottle in his right hand as black spots start to cover my vision. I touched the ache on my head and looked at my hand to see blood all over it.

Why is there blood on my face? What's happening to me?

My dad grabbed me by the collar and drags me to the living room wall.

"You stupid ass slut,” he says as he pushes me into the wall. I screamed in agony as pain shot through my spine and my entire body.

"Jungkook.... Save me,” I mumbled the last words as I blacked out into a silence.

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