Double Trouble

15. Help?

{ Jungkook's P.O.V }

"Here."

Hearing her voice, I looked up at her hand which was held out towards me with a soda can in it.

Sitting up straight on the bench, I shook my head slightly, "I'm not thirsty." I lied, not wanting to take anything from her.

"Yeah, whatever," she threw the can in my lap before taking a seat beside me, "Drink up and relax. I'm not letting you go with any questions unanswered."

Sighing before opening the can and gulping down the drink, I looked around the vacant park. As it was Sunday, there was not even a single kid in the park. A day where people stay home and relax, I'm stuck here.

Turning around to look at the road, I mentally cursed Jimin hyung for not being there.

Did he died of dehydration while finding me?

Or did the grim reaper found that old hag before he found me?

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After a few minutes of cool breeze hitting my face, the smell of dew calming my nerves and a battle of thoughts going inside my head, I gulped nervously when the girl next to me threw her can away and turned to face me.

"So?" Eun Byul asked.

Fiddling with the can in my hands, I felt sudden tears welling up in my eyes as I recalled the conversation I had earlier with Mr. Tan.

[ Flashback ]

{ Author's P.O.V }

Jungkook laid down comfortably on the couch in Mr. Tan's office as Mr.Tan took a seat on a chair beside the couch. Opening the hardcover diary in his hands, Mr. Tan read aloud the few information Jimin had provided him about Jungkook

"Jungkook. 17. Loves to annoy his hyung. Hates being called gookie..." Mr. Tan sighed upon the fact that he was reading such useless information. Skipping through all the nonsense stuff, he came to the main point of concern.

"Nightmares."

Jungkook gulped, nodding his head slightly.

Placing his spectacles in his lap, Mr. Tan looked at the nervous and tensed boy, "I'm Tan fujimoto. 34 years in age," he smiled, leaning back comfortably in his chair, "I used to have nightmares in my earlier 20's. Nightmares of failure, ending up alone in a corner. All that kind of negative stuff... At that time, I was scared to share, to tell anyone about my problems. I thought people would make me a laughing stock if I did so..." Mr. Tan trailed off.

Jungkook looked at him, wondering as to why an unknown middle aged man was telling him his lifestory and at the same time, he wanted him to continue.

Mr. Tan smiled at thin air before continuing, "But then I met a person. Not sure how but I grew to trust her enough to tell her all my secrets. Gladly, what I feared so far didn't happened. She, instead of calling me a psycopath or leaving me, listened to me, encouraged me, helped me and loved me. After that, I decided to help those who are going through the same condition I went through. Who are afraid to tell others," he sat up, leaning towards Jungkook's couch, "I assure you, you can trust me, Jungkook." he said, smiling politely and sincerely.

Jungkook looked at the old man before thinking deeply whethere to trust him or not?

Mr. Tan waited patiently as endless strings of thoughts were going inside Jungkook's mind.