7 Days With Jungkook
Four

I was silent for a moment. Yeah, I just woke up. Jungkook, Namjoon's shadow. Jungkook has always been the target of Namjoon's crimes. The students were always the shields when Namjoon made trouble. He's the one who's always been punished for stealing exams for Namjoon. Jungkook, the student who became the shield all this time turned out to be on his own. He no longer wants to be Namjoon's shadow, or whatever his name is. Those are the rumors I hear from schoolgirls who always talk about Namjoon's genk when they sit in the cafeteria.

I won't talk again until he finishes his studies. The rain fell so hard. He immediately approached his motorcycle and asked me to sit in the back seat.

"No, my house is close from here, I can walk. You go home!" I raised the tone of voice to be heard by him under the swift rain.

"Here you go, just go up!"

I also according. When he deftly stuck his gas in, I was forced to hug and lean on his back. It's so warm, that I don't want to get off her protection right now.

*

Slowly, my heart was in shock. Arriving at Jungkook's house, I saw him smiling at a middle-aged woman sitting on the sofa. Jungkook just smiled, surely he is Jungkook's mother. I looked at the smiling Jungkook approaching. Finally I realized, Jungkook's mother was unable to see. Jungkook lowered his body, he squatted so his mother could touch him.

"I'm home, Mom!" jungkook said with a smile.

I saw him grimace a little when his mother's hand felt the bruised part of his cheek from the fight this morning. She didn't want her mother to know that her face was hurt, she must have been very anxious.

"What about today, Jungkook?"

"That's fine, Mom. Today the deuteronomy went well. Oh yeah, I'm with someone. I'm sure you'll like it."

Jungkook gestured for me to approach them, I smilingly looked at such an incisive thing. All this time, I have always complained about the trials and tribulations of life that never get tired of approaching every joint of my life. The one now in front of me is even more concerning.

"Auntie, I'm Lisa." With a smile, I grabbed Jungkook's mother's hand and kissed the back of his hand a sign of respect.

The woman smiled as she touched my cheek, groping every curve of my face. She smiled wide, "Jungkook, she's beautiful. She your boyfriend?"

I was surprised by Jungkook's mother's words. Jungkook who was asked like that again developed his sweet smile, "Yes, Mom. She's very pretty, but she's not my boyfriend. We're just friends."

I breathe out slowly. His speech was so calm, but it slightly implied heartache and disappointment. I don't know what this feeling is, God. During the heavy rain that flushed the city, it did not feel cold, it was precisely the warmth that I got in the middle of the sad little family atmosphere.

I talked and joked with Jungkook's mom. Jungkook just looked from a distance while dangling a smile at me. "Thank you!"

I see, he said that. Just from the movement of her lips alone I realized that she was expressing gratitude for my presence in their midst at this moment.

Evening pick-up. I was stunned for a moment on the porch of the house, letting the cold run through my body. Jungkook covered my back with his jacket. He smiled and looked at me.

"What did you ask for in debt this morning?" He opened the conversation.

"Why do you always assume that's debt?" my spoken.

Jungkook stepped up and sat down on the terrace chair. She looked at me and landed her hand on the chair, hinting for me to sit next to her.

"How about I give you a private lesson after school for a week. Okay?" The offer is so interesting it sounds.

I smiled and sat down next to him, not expecting that I could have a close relationship with him, even though he said I was not his girlfriend. Perhaps one day he will realize how much I admire his figure, love his smile, even adore the beauty of his eye crystals.

*

"Cornea is the part of the eye that allows you to see. You know that, Lisa?" he said after he read a little of his Biology book.

I nodded, "Yes, I see it on TV a lot."

"Three years ago, my mother had an accident with my sister. My sister died, and my mother was blinded because her corneas were damaged. It happened too fast, like a nightmare."

I gasped, his words and his soft voice like a knife stabbing my heart. My chest feels tight to hear the story. I saw a crystal clear in his eyes that was about to drip. A smile strengthens his mind. He let out a long breath hoping the inner tightness came loose with him.

"Then, your father?"

He smiled looking at my face. "My father left us a year ago. He doesn't want to be with a mother who can't see now. Looks like he hated my mother for the death of my sister."

Ah, wrong question. Instead of relieving his feelings, just asking questions that further destroy his feelings. I'm totally useless.

"Why crying?" He asked when he saw me shed tears.

I immediately deleted it, "I'm sorry, I just made you sad, I'm sorry."

Jungkook was smiling. His fingers touched my cheeks, until my cheeks glazed red with it. It must have been discovered that I was so embarrassed that he touched my cheek.

"That's it. Kan, I opened the confiding session first. Don't feel guilty!"

Not felt, happiness seems to make us forget the day that began to twilight. He touched and clasped my finger. I saw his smiling face, a face that was always smiling kindly. My story with Jungkook is like an antidote to my longing and wounds. Jungkook, the angel who was present in my life, and will always illuminate my dark life.

My laughter and smiles stopped from a distance, genk Namjoon approached. Jungkook was on his guard and asked me to go back to hiding behind his back.

"What do you want to do, Joon?" ask Jungkook with a stern remark. He was undaunted by Namjoon's arrogance.

I'm afraid the events in the cafeteria are repeating themselves. I don't want anything bad to happen to Jungkook.

"I want to play games with you, how?" said cynical Namjoon.

Jungkook sighed, seemingly understanding the direction Namjoon spoke. "I'm tired of playing, how about betting?"

I was surprised, what bet Jungkook wanted to do? Why is Jungkook digging his own grave? My hands trembled, but Jungkook looked me in the eye to reassure me.

"OKs. We fight in the hall. I think your karate is still pretty good. I'll prove I'm better than you!" hatchlings.

A fight? The karate? That's the life bet! I could only be silent, without being able to prevent Jungkook's actions.

"Well, if I win, give me 50 million. Able?" jungkook.