Chapter 06 || Layovers || Jeon Jungkook ||
Synopse: Jeon Jungkook want to take a rest, a little rest from his fast moving life. To find where his peace belongs, to find where he belongs.
Genre: slow burn, childhood friends to lover? Angst.
Pairing: idol Jungkook × oc
"Thank you.” the girl laughed as she clutched the sheets in her chest. Jungkook nodded his head in acknowledgement as he signed another autograph, “thank you, have a nice day.” his fans said, blushing, beaming from meeting their favourite person.
“day?” he teased, receiving giggles from them. Jeon Jungkook was surrounded by his fans late at night on the streets of Seoul, “i-i mean night.” She blushed and bowed her head, smiled more, feeling herself melting when Jungkook laughed.
“Thank you, all happy and healthy, okay?” He looked at them with his doe eyes,giving them his genuine wishes, and they felt their admiration was not one-sided.
They nod their head, laugh and wish him as well and bid their goodbye.
Jungkook turned around the corner, where his friend was standing, waiting for him at the bench, looking at his phone, from a restaurant they're planning to eat dinner from. “The shop is already closed.” Jungkook stopped in his step, “oh!” He felt his stomach drop, sitting beside his friend, he sighed, stretching his legs.
“I take my time when I meet my fans.” Jungkook looked at the empty street, he noticed how the light of the bulb hid the twinkle of stars, how the wind felt more cold now he felt relaxed and tired, how the silence felt more empty.
Jihoon put his phone in his pocket, “our kookie have millions of admirers, peoples all around the world get inspired from you, they support you, Jungkook.” He smiled and looked on the road as well, laying against the mirror window of the shop.
Jungkook sighed, closing his eyes, feeling the cold breeze touching his skin.
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“You lost the melody at last.” Yoongi highlighted the part on the sheet as Jungkook focused on the words. “sing again.” Yoongi went back, sit on the chair in front of the recorder as Jungkook put his headphones back on his ears.
He sang again, the pitch, the rhyme, and again the song but when Yoongi sighed he felt his heart break into pieces, does his hyung not be satisfied by his voice, does he fail him?
“One last time, last chorus, third line, okay.” Yoongi's voice echoed in the studio and Jungkook was just able to give him a short nod of his head, too ashamed to lock him in his eyes.
He takes a deep breath, trying to relax his voice. His eyes traces the words to words on sheet, feeling it, touching it, Jungkook try to put the emotion from him to the words on sheets, and when he sing the last part Yoongi held his thumbs up in the air indicating him that he did well but does Jungkook felt he did his good? No.
He felt his voice was stuck in his throat.
After listening to the recording and monitoring it, getting a compliment from the producer, he felt the studio with his backpack on the shoulder then the building and in the car.
After getting in the elevator he pushes the button, hands in his pants pocket, he exits it when it opens on his floor. Entering through the door and into the living room Jungkook slumped on the couch.
“What's wrong?” Jin asked, turning to look at him, as he felt pushed by him on the couch, from the video game he was playing since morning on television.
“Nothing….. it's … it's just .” Jungkook stumbles staring at the ceiling and Jin pretends he was not too focused on his words, “it's just?” He asked, concerned to fill in his tone but he didn't turned to look at him this time, giving him a space he thinks Jungkook needs.
“The recording was good, and I'm just tired.” Jungkook crossed himself and turned against the television.
“I'll make some food for you.” Jin paused his game and stood from his position, looking at him, Jin thought when he felt comfortable enough to share his problem, but for now he gave whatever Jungkook wanted and he went into the kitchen to make soup of tteokbokki with noodles.
“He needs only two or three hours to record any type of song, Hyung.” Yoongi folded his clothes as Jin hummed from bed, looking at him, “and today?”
“Six to seven hours and it was a little bad actually.” Yoongi sighed as he stacked his shirt in order, and looked ahead at Jin, “you know from how versatile range he has, it was not that level today.” Jin bit the inside of his lips when Yoongi stood to put his clothes back inside in the wardrobe.
“I think he has something he doesn't want to talk about.” Yoongi looked at jin as he now sit cross leg on bed now, he hummed getting inside in comforter, “he will tell when he felt the need to, for now we should just trust him.” Yoongi mumbled at him as he adjusted his pillow.
Jin sighed, getting off from bed and walking towards the door, switching off the lights, “good night yoongs.” He said receiving a mumbled night in return.
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Jungkook put his phone on the table, his mind occupied by his manager's words, separate apartment, other buildings, new house, he still had to find it. His eyes find the game on shelves, the game cd he wants to play with Taehyung but how he was busy with his moving out things.
He left the room and walk over the balcony, everything is change, his Hyung want to leave away from each other, his voice felt stuck in his throat, he had to find a new apartment where he can safely live, the bad guide recording today, it was too much, for him.
Jungkook was not ready for all these things.
When he tried to sing again in the middle of night, in between the twinkling stars, and around the cold breeze, his voice felt broken again.
It was bothering him, the passion he has for singing was bothering him now, and his chest felt empty now, air get stuck in his throat as he struggle to breathe, he grabbed his throat trying to breathe in but fell hard on the floor, gasping for air he whimper and cry and cry for help, for his brothers, to help him, to heal him.
“Hey… hey buddy.” Jin put his head on his lap as Jungkook cried, grabbing his throat, Yoongi gave him a water bottle sitting beside him, as Hoseok rubbed his feet. “It's okay, it's okay, everything will be okay.” Jin chanted the soothing words to him, as his hand continuously patted on his head.
Jimin and Taehyung stand on the door too scared to go near him and too much care to let the elders handle the things, Namjoon isn't able to think what's wrong but stand behind them to hand whatever they need to calm his younger brother.
Jungkook's glossy eyes find them as he cry harder now, curling himself in small he buried his face in Seokjin thigh, he cry for everything, for separating from his Hyung, for can't able to feel singing, for his life back in busan.
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“You need a break, Jungkook.” Namjoon held his hand as Jungkook sniffled softly, looking at the floor, tears falling from his eyes and landing on the floor, his older brother whimpering at the sight.
“I…I don't think.”
“Yes you do.” Jin firmly said, letting him know he was in no position to talk back at now. “You need a vacation, take a little rest then come back to us, okay.”
Jungkook cried at his words, hiding his face behind his hands and his band mates let him cry to his heart.
And when Jungkook curled under the comforts on Jin bed, he rubbed his head to soothe until Jungkook fingers left namjoon hands, they switched off the light and closed the door letting Jin take care of their younger member.
