High school bodyguard
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When I opened my eyes, I was in my room. I must have fallen asleep on the bus, but had Jeon Jungkook dragged me all the way here from the bus terminal? My body must have gotten heavier from eating a lot while dating Jeon Jungkook, so the moment I woke up, I was worried about him. Surely… he didn't break his back, right…?!
My mind was filled with worries about Jeon Jungkook's back, so I jumped up from my seat and ran to the next room, slamming the door open.Hey, Jeon Jeong-gu-uk-!
“What? Where did you go??”
When I opened the door, Jeon Jungkook, who always appeared, was nowhere to be seen. Jeon Jungkook, who always showed up wherever I looked, was somehow nowhere to be found, so I went down to the first floor. As I continued to look around the living room and kitchen, my dad, who was reading a newspaper on the sofa, asked me without even looking at me.
“If you’re up, why don’t you eat something? Why are you acting so crazy?”
“Have you seen Jeon Jungkook?”
“Why are you looking for that kid in front of his dad?”
"That's because the person who was supposed to be there isn't there. Why did you just leave without saying anything?"
As I continued to ask questions, looking only for Jeon Jungkook, my dad silently folded the newspaper he was reading and placed it on the table. He then got up from the sofa, moved to the dining table, took a sip of water from his cup, and spoke to me.
“I’ll give you a new bodyguard, so just be careful for a while.”
“What? What do you mean…?”
“……”
“Dad, I’m asking you. What on earth does that mean?”
My bodyguard is Jeon Jungkook, what kind of new bodyguard are you hiring!!I screamed at my father. Anxiety gripped me as he told me he'd hire a new bodyguard. The area around my eyes grew bright red, and my pupils twitched wildly.Dad, please tell me… You’re not this cruel and scary… …
"You won't see him again. He's back where he used to live, so stop wasting your emotions and just eat."
My heart sank at my father's words. "I'll never see Jeon Jungkook again...?" What does he mean, "Jeon Jungkook went back to where he used to live..." Tears welled up in my eyes. No, they were already streaming down my cheeks.No, that can't be... You clearly said you'd be by my side... ... You're lying because you hate me, right?
“Yeoju, no matter how much I think about it, it’s not that guy. Do you even know what kind of guy he is?”
"… doesn't care."
“My lady.”
"It doesn't matter who Jeon Jungkook is or how he's lived. I like Jeon Jungkook for who he is... I just like everything about him..."
“…Calm down and let’s talk again later.”
My father walked past me, tears streaming down his face, and went into his study first. I collapsed on the living room floor, sobbing. I hated my father for judging Jeon Jungkook solely based on his past, and for not understanding me. I hated Jeon Jungkook for leaving me without a single word.
After crying so hard for a while, I couldn't see clearly because of the tears, so I climbed the stairs to the second floor. I went to Jeon Jungkook's room, searched everywhere, and collapsed into the spotlessly clean room.
“Number… I’m sure you’ll pick up my call…”
With a last hope, I searched for Jeon Jungkook's number in my phone list and pressed the call button. My hands were shaking, and my voice was shaking. Just then, the dial tone suddenly stopped. My eyes widened, almost as if I could hear Jeon Jungkook's voice. But all I heard was a mechanical voice telling me the number was unavailable, crushing even my hopes.
“Ugh, uh… Jeon Jeong-gu, you said you’d stay by my side! Ugh-. If it was going to disappear like this, why did you say something like that… Why did you say it! You bad boy…”
I sat down on the floor, completely drained of Jeon Jungkook's warmth. I kept turning my head this way and that, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. Tears poured down my face more than ever, a tearful wind covering my entire face. Without Jeon Jungkook, I felt utterly precarious.
From the night Jeon Jungkook disappeared, I spent the entire weekend locked in his room, the door locked, not stepping out. I crouched down right in front of the door, my back against it, staring into space, my eyes unfocused. I cried so hard my throat was cracked, my voice barely coming out, and my face was covered in tear stains.
I didn't eat or drink anything all day. I stayed in that position all day. Honestly, I didn't even realize time had passed. Time had stood still for me ever since Jeon Jungkook disappeared. Perhaps worried that I might collapse, everyone from my father to the butler knocked on the door several times when it was mealtime.
"Lady, please eat something. What if you get sick?"
"Miss, you're going to collapse... You haven't had a drop of water since last night. You need to be strong enough to do that, please..."
Their worries didn't register with me. If they had, I wouldn't be here. With unfocused eyes, I dialed Jeon Jungkook's number over and over again. Even when the call connected, all I heard was a mechanical voice telling me the number didn't exist, but I kept dialing like crazy, crying, and repeating.
“Ahh… Jeon Jungkook…”
No matter how many times I called that name I longed to see, it was only an echo in the air, and Jeon Jungkook didn't respond. Another day passed, and dawn began to fade. Every morning, watching the sun rise from Jeon Jungkook's room, I remembered that day at the beach, and the more I thought about it, the more tears welled up in my eyes.
It had been two days since Jeon Jungkook left his room, where he'd locked himself in. He hadn't eaten or drank anything, so he felt dizzy and unsteady. Despite all this, he'd put on his uniform and left, hoping someone at school might know where Jeon Jungkook was.
"Miss! Where are you going in this state? If you go out like this, you might collapse…"
“…It’s okay, I have to go to school quickly.”
“Hey, what school are you going to in this body? You have to go to the hospital right now.”
As I staggered down to the first floor in my school uniform, the butler first stopped me, and then my father, who was about to leave for work. He grabbed my hand and suggested we go to the hospital, but I resented him so much that I forcefully shook his hand away. My body was so weak I stumbled as I shook his hand away, but it didn't matter.
“Don’t touch me. What right does Dad have to worry about me? Whose fault is this?”
I screamed with all my might, my throat throbbing. The whites of my eyes were bloodshot, their veins thick and bloodshot. I gasped for breath after screaming. I glared at my father with bloodshot eyes for a long time before leaving the house and heading to school. I stumbled on my daily commute, shaking my head to regain my composure, but nothing worked. I'd made it to school, desperately trying to survive, and on my way to class, I bumped into someone's shoulder and fell flat on my face. I fell on my butt, but I couldn't even groan in pain.
“Kim Yeo-ju…?”
Someone's voice pierced my ears. I collapsed and closed my eyes before I could even confirm who had collided with me.
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