Rosekook Oneshots | ✓ - Chapter 8: Chapter 8

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Suicide Crisis Line
"I'm sorry, grandma," Rosie whispered through her sobs as she looked down at the road fifty-six feet below her. Taking a deep breath, Rosie bites her bottom lip.
"Ah, shit!"
Rosie turned her head to where the yell came from.
She thought she was alone, but she was wrong.
Rosie slowly walked over to where she heard the yell to see a young man -about her age- in black jeans and a hoodie. He held at his hair tightly as he looked down at the road she was about to jump to a few seconds ago.
"I can do it!"
She heard him say harshly to himself.
"Y-Yah!" Rosie couldn't let him speak to himself like that.
His head turned to face her with a shocked expression. His eyebrows furrowed, "Yeah, yeah. I know, 'Think of all the people who love you' I don't want to hear it!" He moaned, "I've heard that pep talk way too many times! Just, leave me be!" He turned his attention back to his feet.
Rosie felt highly offended.
"I wasn't going to pep talk you." She answered.
His attention went back to her, but this time with annoyance, "What?"
"You can't jump. I can't jump. Let's jump together!" She gave the shocked young man a painful smile.
He jumped off from the short wall that was supposed to stop people from falling.
"You're also suicidal?" He asked.
She nodded and then walked closer to him. As she got closer she could see his face better.
"You're pretty attractive! Why do you want to die?" She asked.
He scoffed and then looked her up and down, "And you? You're gorgeous!"
She looked down at the ground shyly and met his eyes again.
"Are we going to," She pointed to the side of the building.
He looked into her eyes for a short moment and then to where she was pointing.
"I'm scared." He whispered
"Me too." She looked down at the ground again, "That's why I asked if you could jump with me."
There was a moment of silence.
"Can I get a name first?" His question surprised her but she was going to die soon anyway.
"Chaeyoung." She never used to introduce herself to people with her real name, but she wanted someone to call her by her real name in her last moments of living.
"Chaeyoung? Chaeyoung." He whispered, "Jungkook."
She smiled, "Jungkook."
"One more thing." She added.
"Hmm?"
"Just because I'm...curious."
He raised an eyebrow at her.
"How old are you?" She didn't want to seem weird.
She just wanted to know.
He but his lower lip, "Why? Because if I'm a specific age, you can't jump?" He asked sarcastically.
She lightly hit his chest, "No!" She then pursed her lips together, "Because if you are a specific age, then I might or might not be able to date you if we end up not jumping." She looked up at him with a cheeky grin.
He didn't know how to feel. Was she being sarcastic back? flirting? Or genuine?
"I'm 19. You?" He answered when he couldn't figure out what else to say.
"Same." She lightly grabbed his hand, "Now. Shall we get this over and done with?"
His heart started racing. He forgot the whole reason they were even talking. All of a sudden he didn't feel good again. He felt almost calm when they were casually talking, and now all his stress flooded him all over again.
"R-right." It was all he could spit out.
His grip on her hand -which he didn't even realize he was holding- tightened when they were on the small wall again.
A cold breeze hit their chests' causing them to automatically move closer to each other.
"Are we sure we want to do this now?" He had to speak louder because their ears were full, with the noise of traffic.
"No." Rosie yelled back, "But if you back out, then I back out, and vice versa!'
"OK!" He yelled, "I'm backing out!"
He jumped down again, surprising her and causing her to trip over her own feet. She safely just made it back on her feet right next to him.
"We were holding hands!" She yelled.
"Oh, right?" Jungkook looked down at their intertwined hands, "Sorry."
She rolled her eyes, "This isn't going to work!" She let go of his hand causing him to flinch, "How about we just talk?"
- - -
"What's your story?" Jungkook asked softly.
Rosie and Jungkook were leaning on the short wall and staring at the city lights. There was a comfortable silence between them for 20 minutes before Jungkook decided he wanted to know her better.
"You go first." She whispered.
He bit his lower lip and looked at her. The city lights lit up her face beautifully. He could now see her face better and couldn't help but admire her perfect features.
"Well," He hasn't opened up to someone before. He always dealt with it on his own.
"I live with an abusive alcoholic father who has the highest expectations of me. My mother left me with him when I was only ten and didn't even say goodbye. Not a day goes by where I don't get at least three punches from his abusive, drunk fist." He swallowed hard.
Rosie looked up at him. Getting to see his face better, she noticed a few bruises on his face.
"He always expects more from me. I get As in school. Not good enough! I'm also expected to take over his company, but I don't want to! I have a dream of building up my own." He took a deep sigh, "I know it's not something big enough to commit suicide over, but I feel there isn't much going for me. I guess some people don't have luck on their side!"
They felt a strong cold breeze again, and Rosie moved a little closer to him. She was always sensitive to weather.
He looked down at her, "And you?"
She lifted her head from her hands. She was trying to warm her face from the cold air.
"Do you want my jacket?" He asked her as he watched her hands slide into the sleeves of her shirt.
"No, I don't want you to freeze." She gave him a weak smile.
Without a second thought, he unzipped his hoodie and took it off. He put it around her shoulders.
"Either you use my jacket or, none of us do." He leaned on the wall with his arms crossed as he hid his grin for her.
"Alright! Fine!" She slid her arms into the sleeves of his jacket and leaned next to him.
"Why does it feel like we've known each other for years?" She asked softly.
He let out a chuckle and faced her, "So it's not just me?" He scratched his nape, "Maybe we knew each other in our past life?"
She looked at him with narrow eyes, "Hmm? How about we test it!"
Leaning in, she wrapped her arms around his waist and embraced him in a hug. He froze and just hovered his hands over her, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. She pulled out and stared at him, confused.
"What are you doing?" She asked.
He looked at her with his big doe eyes shining from the city lights, "I-Don't know what you're doing." He whispered shyly.
She scoffed, "You can hug me back." She told him with a laugh.
He nodded, and their bodies collided once more. Since she didn't zip up his hoodie, he could feel her body heat on him. It felt warm and comfortable. Little did she know that he has never had a hug before. No one has ever embraced him tightly with love and pity.
She softly pulled out from the hug again and leaned back on the wall.
"Yeah, I don't know?" She whispered
"Me neither. What was it for?" He asked.
She looked at him with wit, "If we knew each other in our past lives, then wouldn't we feel a spark or something?" She giggled and looked back at the city lights.
He rolled his eyes half unamused and half laughing at her. He felt a spark, didn't she?
"So, what's your story?"
She looked down at her nails, "I have an abusive mother that's a drug addict. She wasn't always like that; she only started when I was thirteen." She let out a sigh, "My grandmother stayed with us to look after me because my dad has always been an alcoholic, and now with my mom not in her right mind I needed someone to take care of me. Although, I ended up taking care of all of them. And when I turned sixteen I guess I started looking more mature because my dad started sexually harassing me, touching me in places a dad shouldn't touch his daughter, if I even ever was a daughter to him." She took a deep breath, trying to hold her tears, "My grandma was the best! She tried to look after me, but she got more sick with every day. She passed away a week ago, making me promise her I would try and stay alive. I couldn't take the abuse and the harassment, everything! I ran away two days ago, and now I'm in Seoul." She looked at Jungkook, who was just looking at her with tears in his own eyes.
"I'm so sorry, Chaeyoung." He swallowed and softly took her hand, "I'm so, so sorry."
He didn't know what else he could say.
"Where are you staying?" He managed to ask.
"I made enough money to get here and stay somewhere for a couple of nights, but I will try and get a job tomorrow. That wasn't my original plan though. I was supposed to die tonight." She looked at him with a glare, "Too bad someone stopped me!"
He gave her an awkward smile and looked down. Suddenly the one car honking loudly at the other looked very interesting. Then he got it.
"How about I make it up to you!" He looked at her with a grin.
Her brows furrowed, "How?"
"You can stay with me for as long as you need."
She glared at him, "I'm done with abusive parents, thank you very much!"
He let out a chuckle, "Did I forget to mention, oops. I managed to get myself my own apartment when my dad was drunk." He bit his lower lip waiting for her answer.
"I don't know?" She looked into his eyes, his innocent brown eyes.
"I promise to look after you, Chae." He said it with a stern face but his tone was soft.
"I'm not too sure. We just met." She bit the inside of her cheek.
"You don't act like we just met!" He shriveled up his face, "You have been the first to make any move so far." He raised his eyebrows at her as he watched her face fill with realization.
"Fine! But you're sleeping on the couch!" She crossed her arms and turned to look at the city view again. She quickly turned back to face him.
"And you have to feed me!" She stared harshly into his eyes, but all he was thinking is how cute she looked.
"All you want, my lady." He answered with a grin.