1 Chapter 1 - Where all started
Since I was a child I lived in Korea and I never had the opportunity of a trip since we could not afford it. I never had what you call to be a perfect life. When I was 5 years old, my parents got separated and I stayed with my omma. Half a month after enduring the hard life with my omma she ended lefting me on the beach, all alone. What could I do alone back then I was only 5 years old and didn't know how to do anything? I just started crying when I saw that omma did not come back. People were looking at me but ... nobody came near. I cried until it gets dark until a man with probably 30 to 40 years approached me and tried to comfort me. He took me to his restaurant next to the beach, it was not very big but it was very cozy. The man made me sit in a chair serving a plate of jjajangmyun, the best I have ever tasted.
Me: T ... Thank you Sir -I managed to say after several attempts since I felt a mixture of fear and concern-
Sir: Do not thank and eat, I'm sure taht you are very hungry, -he said smiling and I started to eat again that bowl of delicious noodles- and you can call me Mr. Jeon. What's your name, little one?
Me: My name is Jung Kook -I said with my mouth half full-
Mr. Jeon: and why were you alone on the beach?
Me: my omma... She told me that she was going to buy something and that I should stay there and wait for her - I said chewing the food and at the same time I felt very alone. I kept eating since he did not ask me any more questions-
He was a man who was not married or had children but in the way he treated me he looked like a man who loved children. During that night he welcomed me into his house, made it my best night after so many years with my omma.
Mr. Jeon: Jungkook, tomorrow we will go along the beach and we will try to find your omma ok?
Me: -i nodded after hearing is question- Thank you sir ... -and then I got into the bed that the man had made me-
The next day, after leaving the houses next of Mr. Jeon, we went directly to the beach and went in search for my omma, but there was no result. And so days and days passed and I ended up accepting that my omma had abandoned me. Mr. Jeon welcomed me as if I were his own son when he saw that there had been no results in the search. He made my life have the color that I never acquired before. It was my salvation when no one wanted to comfort me.
*8 years later*
After 8 years, that memory of my omma having abandoned me on the beach where I am every day continues to hurt as if they had put salt in a wound. The truth is that I have to admit that Mr. Jeon, I mean ... Appa. Yes, I started calling him Appa a few months after finally accepting that my om ... well, that woman was not going to come back to pick me up and so I also received my last name from him. It is hard for me to remember such abandonment scene every day that I come to this beach, but I think that for my Appa it is harder to see me in that situation, so I try to smile in front of him. Thanks to him I can have a life as normal as possible, have a family even if we are only two, being able to go to school even if i had ti change school every year because I didn't feel comfortrable because of the harsh criticism of the classmates but I'm still satisfied for this. Satisfied to be able to continue living and have someone who has cared for me like a real father.
I have had to learn how to face the problems with the help of Appa. Now I am 13 years old recently, and I still have that spiteful memory. I think I've become a more serious person even if deep inside me I may be not.
That morning I woke up by the noisy alarm of the phone, I had no choice but to get up and turn it off. Today I was going to start classes in a new school, again in a new school ... At least I hope that in this school the kids will not make my life impossible when they get to know about my past. I opened the closet and looked for the school uniform. I left it hanging on a hanger and I went before to wash my teeth and my face. When I returned, I changed and prepared the backpack.
Appa: Jungkook !!! come to breakfast !!! - he shouted from the dining room in which he was comfortable with his newspaper, coffee and toast-
Jungkook: I'm going !! - I said while putting everything in my backpack and then I left my room walking to the dining room where I sat and started to eat breakfast-
Appa: do not eat so fast that you're going to choke ... -said looking at me-
Jungkook: anni, I'm fine. -I smiled as I chewed-.
I finished breakfast and grabbed my backpack. Then I put on my shoes and left the house. I rummaged in my pocket for my headphones. My dear headphones, they were like my treasure because I loved music and I used them to here my favourite artists. I put them on and walked to my new school listening to music.
When I arrived, as typically, people looked at me as if I was a weirdo when I was just a new kid in this school. I walked to where the secretary was supposed to be and they gave me the books with the number and the key of my locker. I went to the locker with the books in one hand, I opened it and put my books in. I took the schedule of the day and picked the book I needed.
At that moment a girl passed by my side and her wallet fell off. I looked at the wallet for a second and picked it up and opened to take a look for the ID of the girl. I looked for her and then I called.
Jungkook: Bang Haneul! -she called his name and then the girl turned around looking at me-
Haneul: eh? -she looked at me confused-
Jungkook: your wallet has fallen -she approached me-
Haneul: oh g ... gomawo. -she smiled and bowed-.
After that I returned the wallet and closed my locker walking to the class.When I entered, I saw the girl of the wallet. What was her name??? I could not remeber it.
Teacher: from today, you'll have a new classmate -he looked at me- introduce yourself.
Jungkook: y... yes -I bowed slightly- my name is Jeon Jungkook, I hope you can take care of me. -I bowed again-.
After introducing me, the teacher assigned me the place where I should sit during the whole school year, I sat in the seat and the classes started. Whe all the classes of the day finished, I still remained without friends. It was never easy for me to socialize after the incident of my childhood... I picked up everything and walked to the restaurant of my Appa. We had prepared a special event today, if it went well we were going to do it every day. That event consisted of an open mic and he had the intention to make me sing.I do not know if I was going to like the idea of being the center of attention of so many looks even if I loved to sing.
I arrived at the restaurant and put on my waiter's uniform.
Yes "worked", well... rather, I helped with what I could after classes since I felt it was the least I could do after Appa adopted me. I ate something before the customers started to enter and at 9 pm we started the event. I picked up my guitar and went up to the small stage. I sat on the stool and began to play a melody while singing Paper Hearts. When I finished the song people loved and it gave me more courage to continue.
I continued singing other songs by different artists that I loved until I finished and I left the stage to the clients who had the courage to sing something. The event was going very well, so well that Appa decided it would be done every day.
