I'm Not Your Oppa | Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Chapter One

Chapter One

Y/N - Your Name

My father is quite the adventurous kind, which means his life goals and dreams are generally outrageous and verging on insane. He's forever repeated to me that his dream job since young was to teach English in Korea. Although I found it utterly random, I also admired it. I remember as a child I loved listening to his stories about the year he spent studying the language further in Seoul. It almost made me feel sorry for him, meeting my mum and having me kind of made him feel like he'd never achieve such a thing. That never made me doubt him though, he's completely fluent after all! As I grew up he'd teach me little things as well, at the time I thought I was a victim and never understood why considering we live in Britain. Learning a language at eight wasn't exactly what I wanted to be doing. However, when I began becoming a little more aware of the world and how useful a language actually was I listened to him; did my own research. I never wanted to teach English over there but a part of me aspired to be my dad in a way, I wanted to have his persistence. I wouldn't count myself fluent but conversations are easy and I can speak a decent amount of it. I guess it will be handy now that we're moving to Korea... That, could either be perceived as good news or bad and quite frankly, I can't decide whether or not it is or isn't. Even if I do decide whether or not I'm over the moon about it or depressed, it's happening and dwelling on it is useless. At the end of the day, my dad gets a job he's wanted for basically his entire life. I couldn't be happier for him. On the other hand, I have to leave my friends and family behind. I've endured this tiny yet chaotic town for my entire life and I didn't endure it for anything! Not that it matters now anyway. From this, you could conclude that I'm mad and I guess I am a little, but I'm also ecstatic. The combination of those two emotions is barbarically frustrating.

They broke the news to me this morning and I've yet to speak to my best friend about it. How can you possibly tell the person you trust sincerely the most that you're moving away, and not just to another town, to another country? I have to eventually go through with it though, despite not wanting to in the slightest. Which leads to this very moment: standing in front of the navy blue door, a golden number four nailed to the centre, a little crooked and discoloured from age. Raising my shaky hand, I knock three times and go back to my nervous state, bouncing my feet lightly up and down against the ground and breathing in and out loudly enough for the whole street to hear it. Suddenly, the familiar creak of the door opening sounds and I halt, glancing up. Emily, my best friend, isn't standing there, it's her mum with her usual welcoming smile. Her ginger hair remains tucked neatly into a bun at the back of her head as always whilst her eyes scream something else entirely. They're a hectic blue, clearly buzzing with ideas and excitement but I'm not surprised. Julie is a writer but quite an unsuccessful one, it baffles me to be honest, she's so amazing at it! I've read several of her books and each time I can barely put it down. "Y/N! I didn't think I'd see you today, Emily is up in her bedroom if you want to head up?" She tells me, gesturing towards the cream carpeted stairs at the end of the hall.

"Thank you." I smile, keeping it brief and rushing up to see Emily immediately. Usually, I'd happily have a full conversation with Julie but today my brain is too frazzled to possibly begin with a sustainable conversation starter. "Emily, I have something to tell you and I won't be able to say it unless I just blurt it out like I am right now." I breathe out, my hands falling on my hips as I gain my breath back. She turns around slowly, a confused expression taking over her face.

"Okay..." She nods, gesturing for me to go ahead with it. I remain standing in the doorway to her attic room that's always cosy! It's the typical teenage room, walls plastered with posters of various bands, fairy lights clinging to every inch of possible clear space and stray pieces of dirty or questionable clothing dotted about the entire floor.

"I'm moving to Korea." As I said, it'd come out quickly and undirected. Sometimes my mouth resembles so much of a volcano, without much warning, a splatter of unpredictable words will just spill without reasoning. "Please say something," I beg, sauntering over to her bed and sitting down beside her. She's just looked at me with unsure and baffled eyes for an entire minute, not a quiver reaching her lips.

"You're what?" She almost shouts, turning to me dramatically, her flamboyant ginger curls bouncing across her back and face, I giggle. Her hair often reminds me of Merida's, she disagrees heavily.

"I'm moving to Korea," I sigh, repeating myself as I get back to the main topic. "Remember how my dad always wanted to teach English there?"

"Yes..."

"Well, that's what we're doing."

"On your last year of school, the most important one may I add."

"I know! I said that to him but both of my parents are adamant about going."

"That's not fair." She sulks, looking down furiously.

"Let's just thank the world for inventing video call." I giggle, she looks up at me with an obvious frown and throws herself towards me. We don't hug often but today, she wouldn't let me go and I didn't want to let her go either. I know leaving her will be the most challenging thing about moving away; I'll miss her like I missed my teddy bear when I was younger and it went missing for months but was eventually retrieved from behind the sofa: the gobbler of all missing things.

"Promise me one thing," Emily begins, pulling away and looking me straight in the eye. "You never, ever forget me." I hit her playfully, a bright smile forming on my face.

"Like that's possible."

Hi! I really hope you enjoyed the first chapter, if you ever have any suggestions be sure to leave a comment or message me because this is your story after all.. I'd also like to thank @Nuerry for convincing me to write this at all so thank you for that and to anyone who's read this: thank you too!! :)

-Shannon-