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"What the fuck are you doing here, you bitch!" Celeste yelled at her mom.
She remembers when she had fought her stand that she didn't want anyone to stay but her father knew well. He can't be with his daughter because he has to work to raise her,all alone after his wife left him for some other rich bloke when Celeste was only 5.
Those were tough times but he had taken care of his daughter very lovingly. He never denied her anything. He fulfilled all her wishes without a second thought. He never hated his ex wife but instead prayed for her to be safe and happy. Guess he loved his wife too much eh?
But karma knows not love, nor hate, not affection not humiliation. It's same for everyone.
And it soo happened that the man Celeste's mother married, died in a plane crash, leaving her all alone with many false allegations. Her mother suffered a lot with court and the law. Eventually, she lost everything.
Her mother turned towards her father next for help. And he did. He obliged gladly but on one fair condition, that she would never be near Celeste or try to be her mother she never was.
"Celeste I'm-" She tried to say but Celeste raised her hand, stopping her.
"Leave !"
"Honey please listen to m-"
"I said LEAVE. You never were there when I needed you the most and now you act like you care? I don't want you, LEAVE !" Celeste yelled.
"Celeste your hand, it's bleeding, let me help yo-"
When her mother didn't stop talking, Celeste ran towards the coffee table on the room and taking a hold of the vase, she threw it at her.
The lady ducked down in time and the vase smashed against one of the walls. Her mother was shocked. Celeste then dashed out of the room, followed by her mother.
She ran downstairs to the main hall where she spotted the ahjumma who was talking to someone.
"Celeste wait, listen." Her mother kept on calling but she didn't stop running.
The ahjumma turned towards them on hearing her mother shouting. Celeste saw that she had been talking to a girl who might be her own age.
"Ahjumma why is this muck here ? Who let her in ? Get her ou-" but before she could finish, she saw everything around her going hazy.
Her hand was bleeding too much and she had lost her consciousness, falling on the ground.
"Madame ! Madame are you- bring some water, quick Sharey !"
Celeste heard the ahjumma say before everything went black.
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Jungkook was so mad.
He was so angry at himself. How could he hit Tae just like that ? What has gotten into him ? The look Taehyung had on his face, as if he had been disowned, Jungkook would never forgive himself.
Not so soon.
He hit the accelerator, the needle of the speedometer going beyond 180. The roads weren't too busy as it was getting dark.
He opened the window. His left hand still on the steering wheel and right elbow on the window seal, he thought about the events earlier.
He balled his palm into a fist, hitting the window seal but his anger didn't subside. Jungkook wished Taehyung was okay and silently prayed for forgiveness.
Jungkook drove for another 15 minutes when he finally reached the countryside by the beach. There were not many establishments. Few houses, a petrol station and shops.
He parked the car on the side of the road. Taking his phone and jacket along with him, he moved down the beach.
The cool breeze of the night was cold but soothing. He walked up until he reached the outline of the waves. The sound of the waves somehow calmed down his senses a bit.
He sat down and took off his signature boots, allowing the sand to engulf his foot. JK would admit, it felt good, relaxing. He made a mental note to tell his hyungs about this. They must do this often.
Jungkook put his hands in his pocket, looking at the black ocean ahead. The sky was shimmering with countless stars, some big some small.
He always wanted to count stars with the girl he loved someday. The mere thought lighted up his mood even more.
Jungkook decided to message his blind date. He unlocked his phone and opened the DMs but suddenly he changed his mind.
Instead, he went to her introduction page and dialled her number. He bit his lower lip, anticipating. The number was connected but she didn't pick up. Not the first time, nor the second or the third.
Just what is wrong with this girl ?
Jungkook sighed sadly. This girl was the reason he had a row with his favourite hyung in the first place.
A part of him was angry at the girl but a huge part of him wanted to meet her as well. Afterall, the heart wants what it wants, right?
The water touched his feet now. He didn't realise that he had ventured forward while thinking stuffs.
It felt even better, so Jungkook threw his phone and jacket down on the dry sand and folding his jeans abit, he ran towards the water.
With his arms open wide, he kept on running until he was thigh deep in the water. A smile formed on his lips, his bunny teeth showing.
"Dear Taetae hyung, I'm sorry for today. I shouldn't have hit you. I'm such a jerk, a moron ! Please forgive me hyung, nae? Love you." Jungkook yelled, looking up at the starry night sky.
"Dead bodies cannot be forgiven." He heard a yell.
Jungkook turned towards the beach immediately. There he saw, standing by his stuffs, a man who was holding his phone with the flashlight on, staring at him.
He wasn't much old, maybe the same age as Namjoon. He was waving frantically at Jungkook as if he was a lighthouse and Jungkook the ship which was looking for direction.
Jungkook jogged his way to the man, little scared. What if he was a thief? Should he run? Call for help ? But there was nobody around.
"Weren't trying to suicide now, are you? I know how how fucked up the society is when it comes to homos but we must still live boy." The man handed JK his phone. He was also holding a cup of coffee in his hand.
"What are you saying?" Jungkook was confused. This man was blabering anything.
"You, homo, gay !" He pointed at JK and started counting with his fingers.
"Gay me ? What the fuck! This face looks gay to you?" JK protruded his neck forward, glaring at the man now.
The man raised up his hands in surrender. "Woah woah, hear me out. Weren't you just confessing, standing in water? And I did hear you say 'hyung'." He explained, making quotations mark with his fingers.
Jungkook snorted. He was disgusted seeing how judgemental the man is. Fuck society!
"I'm as straight as a pen." Jungkook deadpanned.
"Looks otherwise to me." The man whispered to himself but Jk did hear him anyways.
"DAMN YOU-" Jungkook began but the man pushed the coffee cup in front of his face.
"Here, have this. I bought it for you." He said, trying to avoid Jungkook's wrath. When Jungkook didn't say anything, he took hold of his hand and placed the cup in Jk's palm.
"Bouncing bunnies, that's hot." Jungkook winced, holding the cup with the other hand now.
"Ofcourse it is hot. I brewed it just now. Try it, it is perfect for this cold weather."
Jungkook eyed the man suspiciously. Did he poison it ? But the way he was smiling, oh so beautifully just like Jhope, Jk's doubts flew out of the window.
Moreover, he did feel cold, now that the wind swept over his wet jeans. He took a sip and no regrets followed. His whole body felt the warmth from the delicious drip coffee.
The man saw Jk's expressions change. He smiled even more. "How you like that?"
"I must say, this is delicious. Who are you though? Do I know you?" Jungkook asked.
This man just came up to him out of nowhere, offering him free coffee. He cannot be an angel, there has to be some connection.
"Nope you don't know me. I work up there, at The Belgium." He pointed towards the streets where Jk saw a small but pretty coffee shop.
"I saw you trying to commit suicide or whatever and thought you could use some help. So here I am." He flops his hand up then down. He was nice, Jungkook concluded. A ray of sunshine in despair. World needs people like him.
"Sooo, mind sharing your concern? I'm a good advisor." He wiggled his brows playfully at Jungkook, who couldn't help but laugh.
"I'd like to but I must return. It's too la- holy mother of bunnies ! When did the clock strike 9?" Jungkook looked at the time on his phone.
"Amm when you were suicidi-"
Glare.
"I mean confessin-"
Another glare.
"Gaahh when you were standing amidst the waves pretending to be the Korean version of Jack Dawson and wanting to yell, I AM THE KING OF THE WORLDDDDDD. Is that fine?" He panted.
Jungkook laughed at his outburst.
"Awesome. Now if you'll please, I'm leaving." Jungkook moved towards his car but stopped when the man blocked his way.
"What are you? A traffic police now, Mr. Advisor?" Jungkook joked.
The man rolled his eyes at him. "You can't enter the city." Jungkook stared at him. He sighed, "It's curfew time now. From 9 to 6 in the morning. You can't enter the city. You'll have to wait until morning."
"Is this Korea or a playschool? Who puts curfews over the whole damn capital?" Jungkook slapped his forehead. "Now what, I sleep on the footpath, is that it? I'm so trusfrated." He yelled, kicking the sand.
"It's frustrated !"
Glare.
"Ahmm ahmm, you can stay at my flat. There's enough space for two people and I live alone for now. Sounds good?" The man offered.
Jungkook was so shocked. Who is this man? He isn't a psychopath, is he?
The man read his expressions again. He chuckled. "Don't worry, I mean no harm. I'm as straight as a ...pole? Yeah. You are safe. Now let's go, shall we?"
Okay he is a psychopath.
Jungkook sighed tiredly. He needed rest and sleeping in the car was a bad idea. So he agreed.
"I never asked your name. What is it?" Jungkook asked as they walked.
"I'm Shane Kang."
Jungkook nodded understanding. But then he frowned, it rang a bell. He has heard this name before but where? He couldn't remember.
Shane cracked his knuckles, then rubbed his palms together. It was getting more cold as the night advanced.
Jungkook couldn't help but notice his fingers. They were a bit plump and so tiny, just like Jimin's.
Park Jimin !
Jungkook remembered then. He immediately unlocked his phone and dialled Jimin's number. After 5 rings, he finally picked up.
"Laa-laa-chimolala ?" Jimin yawned on the other end.
Jungkook snorted.
"Jimin HYUNG !" Jungkook yelled.
"Ahh waee~ you ruptured my tympanum kid." Jimin whined.
Jungkook snorted again. He couldn't care less.
"Hyung shut up and listen to me, I need a favour." He said but when Jimin snored soundly on the receiver, Jungkook had enough.
"JIMIN-SSHIIII !"
And Jimin fell off his bed with a thud.
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Wallah millionaire!
I'm back. Soooo, any guesses as to who Shane is ?
Hint : Read the name, it has almost similar pronounciation. And I've mentioned about it in the previous chapter (if you read it carefully lol).
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