-Eight Months Later-
Lynn's Pov.
Long story short; My mother refused to let me follow Oppa to the big city. She's such a booger sometimes. Anyway, it's been about eight months since he left for stardom. It turns out he auditioned for Jyp Entertainment behind my back and ended up making it. He signed a contract and had been training during the time I thought he was in school. He joined a group called GOT7, which specializes in martial arts tricking and gymnastics, and that's perfect for oppa because he's great at extreme dancing.
But sometimes watching his performances makes me extremely sad because, he used to watch idols perform on t.v. with me, but now it's like he's trapped in the t.v. screen; In a totally different world where I can't reach him. But in reality he's in Seoul, a thirty minute drive away.
These days I don't go outside much. I don't go to the local anime shop anymore. I usually stay in my room watching re-runs of Dream High, Gu Family Book, The Flower Boy Next Door, and Reply 1997. Which is pointless since I know all the storylines by heart. But it beats going outside and seeing the faces of strangers when I only want to see one familiar face.
I've tried calling Oppa, but he won't answer. I've tried Skype calling, but that's no use. He obviously doesn't want to talk to me. That slimy booger! Funny how one inch of fame changes you; For the worst, that is.
"Oh no...Yeo Wool is dying!" I screamed to no one in particular. It wasn't a surprise but hey, I have to get my mind off of Oppa somehow.
/Kiss Kiss Kiss Baby/
/Hush Hush Hush Baby/
My phone went off, scaring the living daylights out of me. I picked it up hesitantly, since it was an unknown number.
"Hello?"
"Urm, Hello. This is JB, from GOT7?" A male voice on the other end of the line said. It came out sounding like a question. I didn't bother learning Oppa's group members since I'm trying to block him from my brain.
"Urm, you there?" JB asked loudly.
"Yah! Who do you think you're fooling? I know it's that random Ahjussi from the fruit market who wanted my number! I'll give your number to the cops, I swear it!"
"What? No! I'm serious, I'm Jackson's bandmate! I'm the leader!"
"How would I know that? Huh? I don't care about his stupid boygroup that he left me for! Good day!" I hung up and turned back to look at my t.v. screen. Great! I missed Yeo Wool and Kang Chi kissing for the last time. Dang that Ahjussi!
/Kiss Kiss Kiss Baby/
/Hush Hush Hush Baby/
"Hello?"
"This is JB again. Please just hear me out, okay?"
"Fine, Ahjussi. What?"
"Oh for crying out loud! I'm not some perverted old man from the fruit market, I promise!"
"Prove it! I remembered your face so I could describe it to the police!"
"I'll send you a pic."
"How do I know it's not a random pic off the internet!"
"Nevermind! I'll skype you, what's your name?"
"Pah! I'm not giving you my name, you booger!"
"You're impossibly stubborn! I just need your help with Jackson! Please! We have a performance in like thirty minutes and-"
"Lynn-Luvs-Dumplings"
"What?"
"My skype name is Lynn-luvs-Dumplings."
"Thanks.'
I heard a click and realized that he hung up on me. He'd better be telling the truth that he needs help with Jackson because I swear-
Bring! Bring! Bring!
I pressed accept and a grainy image of an asian boy about Oppa's age appeared on the screen. He had a clear complextion and his hair was dyed white/gray. I recognized him from the few performances I watched of GOT7. Thank God he wasn't that Ahjussi. I swear he was a rapist. What old man would ask a sixteen year old for her number. Don't worry I didn't give it to him. I just assumed he somehow got his hands on it.
"I told you I wasn't that Ahjussi!" He smirked.
"True story."
"Oh, wow! You look nothing like Jackson! You're too pretty to be related to him! And you have one blue eye and one brown eye? Cool!" I smiled and blushed.
"Oh stop!"
"Oh, wait, you both have the same cheeky smile!"
Death glare activated. "Don't say that! I don't want to look like that backstabber! I'm never smiling again!"
He just laughed and replied: "You both act just alike! Stubborn and sensitive!"
I rolled my eyes. "Whatever! What's up with Jackson anyway?"
"Oh right. For some reason he's really depressed lately. He won't eat, won't sleep, won't hang out with the band. And on top of that we had to pull him from four performances because he was messing up and looking sad the whole time."
"Wow, why?"
"We don't know! That's why I stole his phone and looked through his contacts. Besides his bandmates and labelmates, you were the only number I could find pertaining to family!"
"So he hasn't forgotten about me?" I stammered.
"Apparently not."
"But he hasn't been returning my calls or messages!'
"I think he may have a good reason for that. I can tell you're upset with him, but just give him one more chance. After all, he is your older brother."
"..."
"Can you talk to him? Like, right now?"
"No!"
He gave me a confused expression. "Why? I thought-"
"You said it yourself! He has a legit reason for not talking to me. Why force him?"
"Well, what do we do to help him? He seems depressed, and I wouldn't be a good leader if I didn't solve it."
"Watch Meet the Robinsons with him, he'll instantly perk up."
"Thanks! So...you wanna chat for a while?"
"Nope! I gotta go so...later!"
"Wait!" JB begged into the webcam.
"What? I have a drama to watch!"
"Save my number, alright?"
"Yeah yeah! Bye, you booger!"
"My name is Jae Bum, a.k.a. JB."
"Don't worry, I call everyone booger."
"Why?"
"Because I do, bye!"
"Wait!"
"What?"
"It was nice meeting you!"
"Yeah yeah. Buh-bye!"
"Alright, bye!"
"Wait!"
"Oh, so now you want to talk to me?"
"No, I just want to say...take care of Jackson...for me, okay? He's my best friend along with being my older brother and if something happened to him I'd-"
"Don't worry! If something comes up, I'll call you."
"You promise?"
"I promise."
"Thanks, JB."
"Hey, you called me JB!"
"Bye, booger!"
I ended the Skype call and continued to watch Gu Family Book, but I couldn't concentrate. Jackson was still thinking about me and I got a call from GOT7's esteemed leader, JB. Any other girl would be fangirling right now, but I just feel over whelmed. And the bad thing is, now that I know Jackson is depressed, I want to be in Seoul with him more than ever now. If only there was a twist in fate somehow...