4- Unstoppable Surprises

It's about time for Maths class. If I choose to lead Jungkook out safely, I will be late.

"What if I study Maths with you." suggests Jungkook.

"That's a good idea." added Rose, ignoring my kettle of fish. I hug my helmet-shaped head with my face frowned.

Hence, he take him to our class. Our lecturer, Mr Heng welcomes him anyway. Indeed, Jungkook is welcomed everywhere, because of his handsome face and young age. Sorry for my short views, but half of this is a fact. He chooses a seat on the last row, for not to distract and disturb the students. Then, his phone rings.

"Yamsaeyo?" he picks up the phone and walk towards the backdoor. Yes, our classroom has two doors because it sits at the edge. I don't want to listen but my ears betray me. They raise and I can hear murmuring Korean words from him. After a few seconds, he paces into the classroom and sit. "Sorry. My director called me." Luckily, Jungkook remembers to apologize.

"It's alright." smiled Mr Heng, like a friendly old man.

Mr Heng's lecture is so boring. Not only Jungkook, even his students are getting drowsy, included me. Occasionally, I turn back to acknowledge his condition and sometimes, gesture at him to focus, although I am not a role model. Yeah, I know Jungkook's role model is G-Dragon, don't roll your eyes at me, you're hurting them. What? You wanna punch me in the face? Sure, my pleasure!

Back to our schedule, readers.

We will be having our lovely recess after Maths. At that time, Jungkook's director and his team arrive. His face is as black as nigga. Oh, no. Jungkook's action must have driven him mad. He looks a little nervous upon seeing the director. I had noticed.

"Jungkook."

"Yes?"

"I wanna get your manager's signature, would he mind?" I suggest.

Jungkook considers for a while and nodded. "Okay. He is good-natured." He rubs his hands, too. As nervous as me.

"It's alright. I'll help you with those signatures." I wink at him and he smiles. Actually, I wanted his signature more badly than his director's. I follow Jungkook towards the destination and there we are, standing in front of him. The director asks Jungkook about me in Korean, then both of them is speaking Korean, and I still, barely can understand like last time.

Sometimes, his manager takes a glance at me as Jungkook mentions me. I see his face changes. He smiles at me and says, "Please wait." He returns to the van and then comes out with a pack of postcard. "This is a present from BigHit to you. Please take it." I gives me the postcards with honor.

I take the postcards politely while saying 'thank you' reflexively. Those are postcards with BTS's picture on it, together with the members' signatures. So, my wish had come true? I pinch my face to ensure that I wasn't dreaming. Nope, I'm not. I am so lucky.

"We will cast for the next episode for Jungkook's Reading Tour later. If you don't mind, I wish that you can be Jungkook's tour guide. You will be well-paid." says the director. Upon, hearing this, the overloading happiness and surprises almost stop my heart from beating. I wish I can lead them throughout the Uni, but I am not qualified to be such a good navigator, plus I get nervous in front of cameras.

"Well," I grab my fingers and feel the sweat. "Can one of my friends join me in this cast?" I know I have no right to speak any condition.

"No problem. This is your reward for taking care of Jungkook just now, under our watch. It's dangerous for him to roam the Uni all by himself. You know, chaos, girls..." Hey, I'm a girlfan too. But I hate chaos, eventhough sometimes I might create one.

"Thank you, Mr Director." I chuckle embarrassly and run away to the canteen named Grandma's Recipe. After minutes of discussing with my friends, Rose comes out with me anyways because she was the one helping too. I take her to see the director as Jungkook helps me to explain everything.

"What are they talking about?" asks Rose.

I shrug and say, "I don't know. I don't speak Korean." I smile bitterly.

Hence, Rose and I are allowed to have our lunch first. Jungkook as well, but not with us. Avoiding chaos and unfriendly eyes, so yeah. Then, we are ready.

3- Hide

I put on my earbuds to relax. The library is cool and refreshing. Yet, it is the quietest place here. It had been years since I met Jungkook face-to-face during his internship.

I start to do my work while switching on my laptop. To prevent myself from forgetting him, I choose Jungkook's picture as my home screen. Then, the song changes. Blood, Sweat and Tears (BST). Jungkook's voice comes after his friend, Jimin.

His voice has changed. Mature and magnetic. And the most important, sexy. BST is the last song for BTS Wings album in 2016. And I loved it. As well as Fire. I even put Fire as my new ringtone!

Okay, enough excitements. Let's come back to what I am doing right now. I am doing Math, my favourite subject, but my hated chapter, Integrating Trigonometry. Damn, I have to remember the formulae like how I memorize the multiple table. In KINDERGARTEN. What a nightmare.

Suddenly, someone waved a hand in front of me and I blinked. I followed the hand and met his eyes once again.

"Jeo..J..J..Jung..!"

"Shh.." he is wearing a black mask..And before I can scream out his name, he stops me with an index finger. "I ran away from the girls," he whispered.

"Where's Jungkook? Hello, do you notice a tall Korean boy passing by?" There come the girls, asking the librarian for more information.

I put off my earbuds, ceasing myself from my inner world. He looks panicked, and his eyes pleads for my help. I leave my things there and take hold of his wrist. "Come with me."

As we are facing their backs, I choose the most urban place in the library. I knock the door as my friend is alone watching Tamil movies. "Rose, can we borrow this place for a minute?"

"Sure. Come in." She waves her hand at us. I quickly push him to drive him in. His height makes him duck while entering. Yeah, he is as tall as my cousin, Zack. In fact, their ages are the same and their faces are as shiny as blazing sunlight, which shines out my shadows entirely. Reminding me that I am not that kind of person who can enter their Realm of Models. I lower my head and feel a little sad.

"Rose, this is the boy I always talk about." I press the button on my phone and reveal the lock screen picture. Rose stares at the picture, then at Jungkook, measuring the index of similarity maybe. "It's really you." Although Rose isn't a big fan of K-pop, she still looks at Jungkook with her bewildered eyes.

"Ah, hi." greets Jungkook, a little embarrassed.

"Hi." Rose greets back with a smile.

I sigh while taking a seat. My muscle still tenses after the "escape". This is the last discussion room in the library. The entrance is blocked by sets and rows of purple couches. In fact, less people roams here. That is why my friend, Rose chooses here as her study place. Privacy and silence.

"It's cool here, like Busan." He looks at the glass shield which is covered by misty droplets.

"Ya, it's the coolest place in Malaysia." I rub my hands and place them on my cheeks.

"You're cold." Rose realizes my reaction and touches my hand, giving me warmth. Then, my neck is covered by some sort of fabric. I look down. A scarf. 

"Thanks." I hope there is no one, especially the crazy fangirls passing by, or they will be jealous. However, our visions focus on the door when muffles of chitchats approach. Yup, they are coming. It must be some idiots had showed them the way. "Stand behind the door. Avoid your coats hanging by the glass, they might see you." I adjust his topcoat, hoping that he would understand.

"Okay." he whispers and half-squats with his clothes covered away well. I sit back in front of Rose, trying to have a simple conversation with her. At the same time, my heart also prays for Jungkook. The girls scan the discussion room with their sharp eyes. Jungkook scanning mode on. Luckily, they had detected nothing and gone whistle.

"Let's go search for the men's washroom." was the last thing we heard from them. "Wait!" Shit, I almost forget the scarf!!

I quickly unwrap the scarf and hide it. By the time when one of them returns and take a last look on us with suspicion, she has missed the part what I was doing, a second ago. I look back at her as she stares at us, raising up my chin often, gesturing questions with our eyes. The girls shrugs and walks away.

"They're gone. Come out." I pat at the empty seat next to me. As Jungkook clumsily takes the seat, I return the scarf to him. My face approaches his and I look at him suspiciously. "Why are you being chased? Where is your manager, umm?" 

"Actually," Jungkook scratches his head. "I sneaked out. Jaykee, help me please. I will not ask anymore from you ever again." After he had finished this words, I feel a little disappointed and unwillingly. He remembers me anyway, which I'd thought he wouldn't.

I must say his memory is awesome.

I brace my chin and consider. I am not a good navigator. I always get lost in familiar places too. What if I lead Jungkook to some place forbidden here, will I get my marks deducted? Thousands of non-answered questions floats out in my mind, making me confused. Help or not?

His eyes are pleading me. There is no way for me to say no. Leading out a sigh, I nod. "Okay. Maybe if you treat me like an old friend, like we chitchat during our way out, the girls will avoid you." I'm a psychology student, but not that professional. I'm just a Foundation Student. But thinking of graduating during the second week of this February, I suppose to be excited for the holiday and wait for the results. If I disappear in the whole six months, will Jungkook be alone?

I punch my head. Why are you thinking this, JiaQi?! Focus!

"Skyler, are you okay?" This is how Rose used to call me.

"Oh yeah..I'm fine." I answer her awkwardly while looking at the chuckling boy. I roll my eyes. "Cut it out, kookie. It's not funny." But I titter. 

Next Chapter on Saturday
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2- Our Past

Past Tense

I found an exit and ran as fast as I could towards safety. "Stop right there!" There were crazy voices of furious gangsters following by their tapping footsteps.

My heart was pounding and almost stopped beating. I was exhausted but I refused to stop. I took a sharp turn into another path. Then someone caught on hold of me and covered my mouth before I could scream my lungs out.

"Shh shh, easy there." Then, there came his voice. So soft and soothing. I stopped struggling and looked up. What I saw was a  boy dressed in black and had his face hid behind a mask. I was so scared as I was only a fifteen-year-old girl, alone here in Korea.

I was lost. I can't find my family, and unfortunately, I was nearly kidnapped by some foreigners who did bad businesses. We hid behind the walls until the men passed with obscenities.

Then, he climbed up onto a heap of garbage and pulled away a filtering fan. "Come on." He gestured at me to follow. I nodded and climbed through the hole with him. There we were in the man's washroom of SuperStar K3.

"So this is a place, nah, a studio for trainees.." I put up my hoodie to cover my long hair as I followed him.

"It's okay. I..I will..te..tell.." That was how I know that his English was abit rusty.

"I'm fine. Quin ca na." Upon watching Korean dramas, I'd learnt how to speak a little of their language. He heard me, then he smiled kindly.

The boy stopped and waited for me, until I reached to his side. "We're almost there." We stopped in front of a white door, until he squeezed the doorknob.

There were people in there, practising their singing and dancing skills. All of them were boys. They spoke Korean, which I barely could understand. They looked at me with puzzled and curious eyes, then asked the boy what had happened.

They called his name. "Jungkook?" A small whisper slipped out through my parted mouth.

"Yes? That's my name." He smiled at me and I looked into his big brown eyes. As if I could see his soul, his past, his encounters. My action came to a pause, until he waved his hand at me. "Hey..."

"Oh! Sorry...Thanks for saving me. I..I have to leave now." I faltered my words out and didn't dare to look at his again. He looked so handsome..

"You're hurt. Come with me..first.." struggling with his English, he said.

My lips parted and speechless. Everybody did. I'd strained my ankle and wrist during the escape. Why didn't I notice?! Then, I feel the pain as he grabbed my hand.

We headed towards the corner of the training room and there stood a first-aid-kit. I watched him bandaged my wounds with his flexible hands and his delicate fingers. Then, I looked away, to look at the other trainees.

Some of them were still busybodying while the others had gone back training. They danced and sang, ignoring my presence entirely. Maybe that's because I looked ordinary and I never do makeups.

My true face was exposed. I was so embarrassed and I covered my face with my bandaged hands.

"I'm so sorry, Jungkook."

I was sent back to my family after hours of sitting in the police station. Jungkook was with me. I persuaded him to return to the studio, but he wanted to ensure my safety, first. That was what he said and I shut up again.

We were so awkward until he asked, "Hey, what is your name?"

I swallowed while our eyes met. "Jaykee." That was the best way to pronounce my Chinese name, JiaQi.

"Nice to meet you, Jaykee." We shook hands. Then, that was our  first and last meet. As I was back in Malaysia, he had been casted by the BigHit Entertainment Studio and joined a Boy Group called, Bangtan Boys (BTS).

1- Transfer Student

I wake up in a start, looking at the spinning fan as I fight myself to get up. It's 7.30 in the morning. As I brace myself to sitting position, I faced my reflection on the mirror.

Although I had cut my hair as short as boys', they'd eventually turned into a bird's nest. As if the mother bird and its chick had been living there for the past few seasons.

I rake my hair with my tiny little fingers and frown. This is the real me. The real me which looks so pathetic, short and ordinary. Well, ugly as an old witch in every mornings.

I arrange my bed and dart towards the bathroom for shower, follow by some cleaning in my mouth. "Today is a brand new day." I sigh, and get myself dressed.

Now I feel refreshed and energetic. The cool shower had injected my spirit with hyperstrength. After having my breakfast, I drive myself to the university which is 30 minutes route from my house.

I reach my destination and realise, the utterly quiet University of Reading in usual is now crowded and occupied. Filling myself with curiosity, I enter the campus, hearing crazy cries and cheers from the girls.

Wait. What are they shouting again? It was extremely noisy here. The voices are blurry and I can't make out any word. I look towards where their eyes fixed on and saw a tall Korean boy. Waving to everyone.

"Anyeounghasaeyo, my name is..." His introduction rises the volume of the screaming. "I will be a transfer student in University of Reading, starting today. Thank you." Although it is only a short and simple speech, it is breathtaking, for the girls.

I stand behind the crowd, watching as he gives his speech. As I am shortsighted, I can't really see his face clearly. The only thing I know about him is tall, fair, stylish...and his name which brings energy to all girls: Jeon Jungkook.

I pace away from the crowd and head towards the awaiting library. A strong feeling coming up in my soul. He looks familiar to me. His name, too. As if I'd heard it before.

Well, he is an idol. Maybe on TV?

I stop my reverie by slapping myself hard. "JiaQi! This is none of your business." My instinct shouts at me, for me to wake up. "He's just working for a Korean channel. Nothing else. He would never remember you.." I bite my lip and find a seat.

I try to calm down. But something urges me to keep remembering it. And I don't want to. I don't dare to, either.

INTRODUCTION

Hi. This is StarrySky0508. Recently, I'm truly overwhelmed by a Korean boy band named BTS. Their hardwork and passion were blazing like fire which made me want to write a fanfiction about them. Well, the main character in this fanfiction is Jungkook, which that I'm a really big fan of his. 

Summary:

What is it like if your friend is a K-pop star?

  

  *This work is more like a journal or novel, because it is just an illumination popped out from my head. So if any inconvenience, pls don't criticize to hurt me, but correct me okay😂😂

So, ya. Enjoy.