Change is possible// Jungkook FF✔️✔️ (rewriting again)

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{COMPLETED}(edited)

Y/N'S P.O.V

I grabbed my luggage, going outside seeing Jungkook and Mark working on the car that Jungkook drove in.

I heard their conversation, "What are we supposed to do? Your car isn't going to drive you back home," Mark said to Jungkook as Jungkook sighed.

Jungkook leaned against the car in deep thought. Jungkook shrugged his shoulders as I stood in front of them.

I looked at them confused. "What's the problem?"

Mark looked over at me, seeing me. "Jungkook's car won't turn on."

I opened the car trunk to Mark's car, putting my luggage in it. I shut it after. "We can't just leave him here even though this is his house," I said, looking over at Jungkook while him shrugging his shoulders.

"I could stay here but I won't know anyone. Or have a job or anything."

Mark looked at the ground.

I thought to myself. Why isn't hard to just bring him with us?

We have room in the car.

I spoke out, trying to get this situation over with. "Let him ride in the car with us. It won't be a big deal."

I didn't want to ride in the same car as him but I knew it had to come to it.

Both of them looks at me, shocked.

"But I don't know if we will have room," Mark said as Jungkook walked over to his car.

"Then make room," Jungkook said as he opened the door, sitting down in the car as he shuts the car door.

Mark sighs, not wanting to handle him. I could tell but I couldn't do anything about it.

We both got into the car with Jungkook, driving home.

As we drove home, I heard a voice that I remembered back at the concert that Lisa took me to. It was Jungkook's but it just reminded me of a lot of things.

Remembering the times together and what he said about him saving me when I was pushed off that bridge.

I held onto the memories, hearing him sing beautifully. I didn't want it to stop. I wanted him to keep singing.

I pondered as he sang in the car.

He was so different compared to many guys.
I couldn't get my mind around the fact that he was alive in the same world as me. I thought of how everything would be different if he wasn't here. I thought about the song he sang.

The lyrics filled my mind with confusion, wanting to know more about he was talking about and who.

"Trying to remember all the good times. Our life was cutting through so loud. Memories are playing in my dull mind," He sang as Mark drove us home.

I imagined his face as he sang. He was looking out the window seeing the people and places we passed.

I couldn't get my head around anything at the moment. It felt like I was dreaming and this dream I couldn't wake up from.

My breath was taken from me.

All I heard was his singing voice, just like what happened at the concert.

I was focused on him and him only.

Then I finally heard him stop singing. I saw Mark looking at me, seeing if I was okay. I realized that we were there already.

"Are you okay? You weren't responding."

I smiled. "I'm fine," I said to him, not wanting him to know I was not listening to him because of Jungkook.

Mark nods, understanding. "Well, Jungkook and I are going to hang out. Do you want to stay with us or?"

Both of them looked at me, seeing what I was going to do.

I didn't have a reason to stay with them or be at home. I grabbed the door handle, opening the door. The car was already stopped so nothing could hurt me. "I would like to just stay home."

Mark smiled, nodding at my statement. "That's fine, don't forget your stuff," He yelled at me as I shut the door, walking to the back of the car.

I opened the car trunk, grabbing my stuff and walking away from the car.

I sighed, seeing them drive away. I stood there in silence, holding onto my bag.

Dad was probably at work,knowing him.

It was just me at the house.

I walked up to the porch of my house, unlocking the locked door. I walked into the house, smelling the fresh newsmell in a house once you walk into it. I shut the door, putting my luggagenext to the door.

I looked around the house to see if anything was out of the normal. But nothing wasn't.

I was just seeing if Dad did anything while we were gone.

I walked over to my room with my luggage as I did, I put it down on my bed. I grabbed my clothesthat was in my luggage and put it away where it went.

But then stopped once itwas finished.

I sat down on my bed, sighing heavily.

My head went back to the beach where I was with Mark and Jungkook, when I got the death threat.

I knew if I told Mark or Jungkook about it then they would do something about it.

ButI didn't want to cause problems.

I exhaled, smelling the candle that was burning when I got here. It smelled like flowers. It brought me back to the memories of Rose. It just made me remember the smell of her.

I ignored my random thought of her and tried to think about what happened at the beach.

AllI could think of was when I dropped my phone in the sand. I couldn't remember her voice. It couldn't be someone I know.

My thoughts faded as I heard my phone ringing.

I looked over and it was that same phone number.

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