7 Days With Jungkook
Lima

Namjoon laughed loudly. Very brave Jungkook, maybe that's what he had in mind. I also can't understand the direction and purpose of Jungkook doing it all.

"Good!" welcome Namjoon.

"Saturday, after the block exam is over. In the school hall. If you can, don't hear the school."

"Hh, it seems like your preparations are ripe. I haven't told you my bet. If I win, I want .... him!"

Jungkook was surprised, and so was I. When Namjoon's finger pointed at me, what he meant was me.

"Give me the beggar girl. Even if she was just a beggar and a school guard, but she was very beautiful. How's it?"

Without thinking twice, Jungkook agreed to his terms. I was shocked to learn of Jungkook's foolish act of easily sacrificing me for his bad relationship with Namjoon. I couldn't talk until Namjoon and his genk disappeared from my sight.

PLAKKK! My loud slap hit her cheek. No matter the reason Jungkook was about to give me. Defense or whatever it is, I don't want it. Didn't think I didn't mean much to him. Our new togetherness running 5 days turned out to be true nonsense.

"I think I'm special. I thought you thought I was like any other teenager, not differentiating status and education. Eventually, you awakened me to my true degree. Thank you for realising that I dreamed too much of being friends with you!"

Jungkook threw away his sight. I'm very disappointed. Imperceptibly, clear crystals slowly flowed down my cheeks, like a small river of pain and disappointment.

"I'm not going to defend anything. Sorry ..."

He took his motorcycle, left me. I could only sit down, crying, as if my as were disappearing along with my long cries and breaths.

*

The day I passed without greeting Jungkook, he was also invisible to me. It turned out that all this time I was fooled by his smile and kindness. I am not worth anything to him. It's been a long time without him. There was not a single second of time I missed without carving a beautiful smile into my mind. Even after returning home from school, I stared at Jungkook's modest home from a distance. I saw his real smile. In the small foyer, Jungkook was smiling at his mother. Even if her mother could not see, she must have known the sincere smile that her son made for her. 

However, my heart seemed to stop beating to see the anxious face of Jungkook who was trying to help his mother. Maybe her mother had pain in her eyes. My heart was moved to help him, but my feet refused to step. I could only be glued to see Jungkook take his beloved mother to the hospital. I followed him.

My gonta steps walked up to Jungkook who was sitting on the floor of the hospital hallway anxiously. Waiting for her mother to be examined by a doctor. Very weak at the moment.

“Aunt why?” my many.

Jungkook looked at me. But he didn't want to get up, just threw away his anxious look so I wouldn't know. “There was a slight disturbance to his eyes. I don't know for sure, hopefully not bad.”

I was silent for a moment, not talking anymore. Until the presence of the doctor breaks the silence, he approaches Jungkook with a feeling of disappointment.

“Jungkook, this should be dealt with immediately.”

Jungkook was surprised to hear the middle-aged doctor's statement, “What does Uncle mean?”

He called the doctor as uncle, maybe there is still a family connection with him. The man's face also looks sympathy towards Jungkook. 

“We have to operate immediately your mother's eyes, chances are her eye cancer cells are starting to spread.”

“Ask your father for help, uncle has been saying this since yesterday. Go see him. Don't hate him anymore. It's for your mom. Repair your relationship with him before it's too late.”

Uncle Doctor left, it was very desirable that I became the back of Jungkook's pain at this time. However, could this be the case considering that part of my heart still feels irritated by the betting action he did with Namjoon.

“You angry?” he said slowly without even looking me in the eye.

“What do you care about?”

Jungkook sighed, turning his head towards me for a moment. “It's up to you to hate me. But, can you help me this time?”

I steeled my heart, the burden he is currently bearing is heavier than that bet. I quieted my ego, trying to listen to her heart's request. 

“Good.”

I don't know what she wants from me, I want to feel like I'm blowing up all the emotions that wrap my heart and my feelings. However, a scrap of wound now imprinted on his heart, it would be even more cruel if I hit him this time with a twinkle of hatred and anger. I just fell silent, following him off somewhere. Along the way, I was silent, and so was he. I followed her steps into a skyscraper, an office building.

Before long, his steps stopped. I followed. He invited me into a room, the company's director's room. Until it appeared before my eyes, a middle-aged man who I was sure must be Jungkook's father. He passed on the resemblance of his face through genes to his son who was currently grasping my finger.

“Today I had to have surgery, Uncle Chan was worried that the cancer cells in his eyes were spreading. Help me to fund mom's operation, Dad. Right now, only Dad can help me. If not for me, do it for mom, someone Jung Eun once had.”

I just fell silent, so deep was the wound in his heart, so great was the hope he had right now. I saw Jungkook's father approaching, then hugged his son with his warm arms. Until it looks like Jungkook sighed long, it feels like releasing the burden that he had been carrying himself on his back. 

“Oh, yes, Father. It's Lisa.” Jungkook introduced me to his father. With a feeling of respect, I kissed the back of his hand.

He just smiled, “You might be Jung Eun.”'s age

I smiled, it was great to see the relief Jungkook was feeling right now.

So happy. Until he finally turned to me, smiling sweetly, very sweetly. A sincere and sincere smile, the sweetest smile I have ever seen. The sweetest smile of all the smiles she has for me.

The night he finally picked me up, he drove me home. I don't want to pick up tomorrow, I don't want to remember the betting action Jungkook promised Namjoon.

“Thank you for today, Lisa!”

I just nodded, not wanting to say much. When he turned around, he pulled my hand.

“I'm sorry for tomorrow. I want to apologize wholeheartedly for what happened tomorrow.”

I pulled my hand, trying to avoid his sight. “I don't want to talk about that!”

I was shocked when my hand was pulled again by Jungkook. For a moment, I felt the world mute, the earth stopped spinning. For a few seconds, I felt her warm kiss on my cheek. The heartbeat seemed to blend with the warmth of the feeling that Jungkook and I have right now. Until he passed, without a word. Similarly, with me, join in silence with the night.

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