Just A Number
Chapter 39
*Jungkook’s POV *
I walked to the port and saw her already there, standing looking out into the water. I can’t believe I’m here to see her, this nostalgic feeling. “Hayoon-ah” I called out to her, she turns around and waves at me, the morning sun was beaming on her. “You showed up,” she laughs, “Of course I would,” I smiled, “Come, sit,” she sat on the edge of the dock and I followed her sitting beside her, “Wow, you’re sitting close to me, I guess you’re not the shy little Jeongguk I’ve known” she laughs, I scratched my eyebrows embarrassed, “Uh, yeah..”
We were both quiet and was looking at all the fishing boats going out into the ocean, for some reason, this sight that I was tired of years ago is now...beautiful. “So…” her voice cuts in, “How is everything Jeongguk, or…should I say Jungkook,” she lightly chuckles. I brushed my bangs from my eyes I’m pretty sure she knows how everything is going…
“They really want to find out more about your girlfriend,” she says, “It’s all over the entertainment news and internet,” “Yeah well, they can keep wanting to know,” I said in annoyance, “So…that’s why you’re here?” she glances over at me, “Yeah,” I replied. She nods her head, “Well, I’m glad you’re protecting her, it really must be hard being under all those spotlights,” we were quiet again, it was…awkward, I don’t know what else to say, I should just apologize and leave right?
*flashback *
I was beyond exhausted and never felt this tired in my whole entire life. I’ve been in the dance studio for 15 hours practicing this stupid dance. “20-minute break!” the choreographer yells, I don’t know why he’s so hard on me, this is fucking torture, I just want to go home. I felt an urge to cry as I thought about my dad and everyone back home, I hate it here.
“Here, drink this,” A guy handed me a bottle of cold water, I looked up at him and took it, he sat down next to me to rest, “So how long you been here?” he smiles, I said nothing and began to drink the water. “Where are you from?” This guy is kind of a pest…why doesn’t he go sit somewhere else? He lightly chuckles, “Well, since you’re not a talker I’ll call you little one.” Little one? Really?
“I’m Park Jimin, I’m a choreographer assistant hoping to become an actual choreographer one day. I got here 2 years ago from Busan…” I turned my head quickly to look at him, he’s from Busan also?? He grins, “Oh so I’m taking that you’re from Busan?” I averted my eyes again and slightly nodded, “Cool, at least we have something in common,” “Ya Jimin!” the choreographer calls him from the other room, “Oh, gotta jet,” he gets up and walks towards the door, “Hey,” I called out to him he turns around to look at me, “J-Jeon Jeongguk.” He smiles at me, “Nice to meet you, let’s work hard together okay? Fighting!” He threw up a fist before leaving the room.
[A year later]
I’ve been in Seoul for a year in a half and so far, life was getting pretty easier, easier but harder. My days were always long and hectic filled with so much to do, I never really have time to call my dad or Hayoon. Hayoon and I have been fighting on and off about everything, I don’t know why she has to be like this, I would at least think she would understand everything since she is pretty much the reason why I got into all of this. She’s stressing me out.
“You okay man?” Namjoon looks over at me, he’s one of songwriters and co-producers, we're pretty close, and he’s literally a genius. “Uh, yeah, Hayoon texted me, she…isn’t happy of course.” “Aw man, sorry about that,” “It’s no biggie,” I say putting my phone away ignoring the mass texts I was getting from Hayoon, “Well, I wrote you this song, it’s a little rough but, I think you’ll fit singing it, however, a new person will be producing it, he’s a good friend of mines and is really talented with his work, you’ll love him.”
“Oh?” I say looking over the lyrics he came up with, "yeah, he’ll be here in a few, he just got back from America, I heard he was working with the legendary Warren G in California, not sure,” “Oh,” I raised my brows, “He sounds big,” my phone began to ring, dammit Hayoon why do you have to do this now??
“Excuse me,” I bowed to Namjoon going into another room, it was dark and empty so I think it’s safe to talk here. “What Hayoon, what is it? I’m working can’t this wait??” “No this can’t wait!” she yells, it sounds like she was crying, if this was a year earlier I would be feeling bad but for some reason…I don’t. “You haven’t really been talking to me lately Jeongguk,” I sigh closing my eyes, “I’ve been busy, as always Hayoon.” “Well I’ve been busy too but I always make time to call you…always!”
“It’s not the SAME!” my voice slightly went up, I don’t know why I feel angry, I’m just so stressed with everything, learning to dance, creating my first album, hoping all my hard work pays off but Hayoon isn’t understanding it all, “You’ve change Jeongguk,” she sobs, “You’re just so…distant, I thought you loved me!” I didn’t say anything, I just stayed on the phone hoping she would calm down, “you do love me, don’t you!?” I closed my eyes and slid down against the wall, this is honestly too much for me,
“Hayoon…” I sigh, “I’m just…busy okay. I need to focus on my career, I really do okay? Maybe…maybe we shouldn’t do this anymore…” this time she was quiet, “Hayoon?” I hear her breathing rapidly, “Of course, I don’t know why I even tried!” and then my line went dead. Fuck. I deeply sighed running my hands down my face, I felt an urge to cry.
" Girl troubles huh?” a voice in the back said, I quickly stood up trying to see who was in the dark room. The lights turned on and a guy was standing in the back, “I was sleeping in here and you pretty much disturbed me,” he says rubbing his eyes, “S-sorry,” I bowed, “Yeah, well, from what I heard you did the right thing,” I picked my head back up to look at him puzzled.
“You can’t let anyone get in the way of your dreams kid, this is your life. You got to toss aside the problems and negativity to be successful.” He walks over to me and took a seat in one of the desks taking out a cigarette box. “I know what you’re going through because I went through it.” He puts on his glasses and looks at me, “You’re new, right?” “Uh…yeah…I’m Jeon Jeongguk, a singer.”
He nods his head and put a cigarette between his lips lighting it, “You love her?” he exhales, “I..uh, don’t know.” He inhales his cigarette again nodding, “I had to leave to my girl to get where I am now,” I didn’t say anything, I was just watching him smoke inside this room, “It’s bittersweet you know? You have to sacrifice what you love to get far.” He gets up to go to the window putting out the cigarette before throwing it out, he turns to look at me, he was pale and looks…mean, so intimidating. “Jeongguk huh?” he rubs his chin, “I think you’re the guy with the album I’m suppose to be producing.” I raised my eyebrows, this is the guy?
“I’m Agust D.”
I walked to the port and saw her already there, standing looking out into the water. I can’t believe I’m here to see her, this nostalgic feeling. “Hayoon-ah” I called out to her, she turns around and waves at me, the morning sun was beaming on her. “You showed up,” she laughs, “Of course I would,” I smiled, “Come, sit,” she sat on the edge of the dock and I followed her sitting beside her, “Wow, you’re sitting close to me, I guess you’re not the shy little Jeongguk I’ve known” she laughs, I scratched my eyebrows embarrassed, “Uh, yeah..”
We were both quiet and was looking at all the fishing boats going out into the ocean, for some reason, this sight that I was tired of years ago is now...beautiful. “So…” her voice cuts in, “How is everything Jeongguk, or…should I say Jungkook,” she lightly chuckles. I brushed my bangs from my eyes I’m pretty sure she knows how everything is going…
“They really want to find out more about your girlfriend,” she says, “It’s all over the entertainment news and internet,” “Yeah well, they can keep wanting to know,” I said in annoyance, “So…that’s why you’re here?” she glances over at me, “Yeah,” I replied. She nods her head, “Well, I’m glad you’re protecting her, it really must be hard being under all those spotlights,” we were quiet again, it was…awkward, I don’t know what else to say, I should just apologize and leave right?
*flashback *
I was beyond exhausted and never felt this tired in my whole entire life. I’ve been in the dance studio for 15 hours practicing this stupid dance. “20-minute break!” the choreographer yells, I don’t know why he’s so hard on me, this is fucking torture, I just want to go home. I felt an urge to cry as I thought about my dad and everyone back home, I hate it here.
“Here, drink this,” A guy handed me a bottle of cold water, I looked up at him and took it, he sat down next to me to rest, “So how long you been here?” he smiles, I said nothing and began to drink the water. “Where are you from?” This guy is kind of a pest…why doesn’t he go sit somewhere else? He lightly chuckles, “Well, since you’re not a talker I’ll call you little one.” Little one? Really?
“I’m Park Jimin, I’m a choreographer assistant hoping to become an actual choreographer one day. I got here 2 years ago from Busan…” I turned my head quickly to look at him, he’s from Busan also?? He grins, “Oh so I’m taking that you’re from Busan?” I averted my eyes again and slightly nodded, “Cool, at least we have something in common,” “Ya Jimin!” the choreographer calls him from the other room, “Oh, gotta jet,” he gets up and walks towards the door, “Hey,” I called out to him he turns around to look at me, “J-Jeon Jeongguk.” He smiles at me, “Nice to meet you, let’s work hard together okay? Fighting!” He threw up a fist before leaving the room.
[A year later]
I’ve been in Seoul for a year in a half and so far, life was getting pretty easier, easier but harder. My days were always long and hectic filled with so much to do, I never really have time to call my dad or Hayoon. Hayoon and I have been fighting on and off about everything, I don’t know why she has to be like this, I would at least think she would understand everything since she is pretty much the reason why I got into all of this. She’s stressing me out.
“You okay man?” Namjoon looks over at me, he’s one of songwriters and co-producers, we're pretty close, and he’s literally a genius. “Uh, yeah, Hayoon texted me, she…isn’t happy of course.” “Aw man, sorry about that,” “It’s no biggie,” I say putting my phone away ignoring the mass texts I was getting from Hayoon, “Well, I wrote you this song, it’s a little rough but, I think you’ll fit singing it, however, a new person will be producing it, he’s a good friend of mines and is really talented with his work, you’ll love him.”
“Oh?” I say looking over the lyrics he came up with, "yeah, he’ll be here in a few, he just got back from America, I heard he was working with the legendary Warren G in California, not sure,” “Oh,” I raised my brows, “He sounds big,” my phone began to ring, dammit Hayoon why do you have to do this now??
“Excuse me,” I bowed to Namjoon going into another room, it was dark and empty so I think it’s safe to talk here. “What Hayoon, what is it? I’m working can’t this wait??” “No this can’t wait!” she yells, it sounds like she was crying, if this was a year earlier I would be feeling bad but for some reason…I don’t. “You haven’t really been talking to me lately Jeongguk,” I sigh closing my eyes, “I’ve been busy, as always Hayoon.” “Well I’ve been busy too but I always make time to call you…always!”
“It’s not the SAME!” my voice slightly went up, I don’t know why I feel angry, I’m just so stressed with everything, learning to dance, creating my first album, hoping all my hard work pays off but Hayoon isn’t understanding it all, “You’ve change Jeongguk,” she sobs, “You’re just so…distant, I thought you loved me!” I didn’t say anything, I just stayed on the phone hoping she would calm down, “you do love me, don’t you!?” I closed my eyes and slid down against the wall, this is honestly too much for me,
“Hayoon…” I sigh, “I’m just…busy okay. I need to focus on my career, I really do okay? Maybe…maybe we shouldn’t do this anymore…” this time she was quiet, “Hayoon?” I hear her breathing rapidly, “Of course, I don’t know why I even tried!” and then my line went dead. Fuck. I deeply sighed running my hands down my face, I felt an urge to cry.
" Girl troubles huh?” a voice in the back said, I quickly stood up trying to see who was in the dark room. The lights turned on and a guy was standing in the back, “I was sleeping in here and you pretty much disturbed me,” he says rubbing his eyes, “S-sorry,” I bowed, “Yeah, well, from what I heard you did the right thing,” I picked my head back up to look at him puzzled.
“You can’t let anyone get in the way of your dreams kid, this is your life. You got to toss aside the problems and negativity to be successful.” He walks over to me and took a seat in one of the desks taking out a cigarette box. “I know what you’re going through because I went through it.” He puts on his glasses and looks at me, “You’re new, right?” “Uh…yeah…I’m Jeon Jeongguk, a singer.”
He nods his head and put a cigarette between his lips lighting it, “You love her?” he exhales, “I..uh, don’t know.” He inhales his cigarette again nodding, “I had to leave to my girl to get where I am now,” I didn’t say anything, I was just watching him smoke inside this room, “It’s bittersweet you know? You have to sacrifice what you love to get far.” He gets up to go to the window putting out the cigarette before throwing it out, he turns to look at me, he was pale and looks…mean, so intimidating. “Jeongguk huh?” he rubs his chin, “I think you’re the guy with the album I’m suppose to be producing.” I raised my eyebrows, this is the guy?
“I’m Agust D.”
Notes
I'm shook.
Agust D = Yoongi
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10/5/18