Chapter 2: Clue

Jungkook was frozen with confusion on his face. He was thinking about what Jimin told him.

"Hello, are you still there? Do you hear me?"

Jungkook come back to reality, shook his head, and cleared his throat.

"I'm sorry, I dialed the wrong number. I'm sorry to bother you." Jungkook retorted biting his bottom lips.

"It's okay, I understand. Don't worry, you didn't bother me at all."

The addicting deep voice replied which made Jungkook's heart melt.

"Thanks, I'll put this down. Bye." Jungkook replied.

"Bye."

Jungkook put down the telephone, he was smiling ear to ear for unbeknownst reason. He felt giddy after hearing that voice. He throws himself on the soft mattress, giggling cutely.

"Jungkook, what happened to you? Why are you acting like a crazy man?" Jimin asked confusedly while taking his clothes in his luggage since he wasn't done arranging them yet.

"Nothing, hyung, good night, sweet dreams." Jungkook simply giggled hugging the pillows.

Jimin just shook his head and lay down on the bed.

"By the way, hyung, you told me that the phone wasn't working." Jungkook uttered.

"Yes, I tried to call mom and even Yoongi hyung's number but it wasn't working." Jimin explained.

"Are you sure about that hyung? Maybe you dial the wrong number." Jungkook said.

"There's no way I will forget my mom's number. Why are you asking me? You creeping me out." Jimin said kinda nervous.

"Just ignore me, hyung." Jungkook giggled with a blush on his cheeks.

The next day, Jungkook woke up with delightful feelings. He stood up on his bed and arrange them. He went downstairs with Jimin who had just woken up and saw the maid was preparing food while his grandfather was already sitting down on his chair.

"Good Morning, son, and to you too, Jungkook's friend, you seem in a good mood." His grandfather greeted.

"Good Morning too, sir." Jimin responded sitting on the chair.

"Good Morning too, grandpa, I just have a good sleep." Jungkook replied, sitting on the right side.

"That's good, I thought you might get uncomfortable here." His grandfather uttered.

"Why would I? It's not my first time here. By the way, I saw an old telephone in my room. May I ask how old is that telephone?" Jungkook asked curiously.

"It's almost 7 decades since I got that phone. It was owned by Kim before and they told me that the telephone was the most favorite thing for their son at that time." His grandfather stated.

"Why grandpa? I mean, it's just a telephone." Jungkook inquired confused.

"From what I remembered, their son always called someone through that phone. He said it was his happiness, the person who talked to him was the only one who can understand and comfort him.

Due to his love for that person, he even tried to rebel against his parents yet he failed. His parents arrange a marriage for him to the daughter of their wealthy friend. However, before the wedding, they found his dead body.

He killed himself since he can't be with the person he loves, that's what they believe." His grandfather explained.

"That's sad." Jungkook simply replied.

"Well, let's forget that, it happens decades ago. Just eat, I'll tour you and your friend around." His grandfather uttered.

Jungkook hums and continued to eat. Later that day, his grandfather tours him around their place.

He loves the riverside, it's so refreshing and the scenery was so relaxing. He felt like his problems suddenly went gone. He enjoyed the tour, he will surely be going back to that place if he's free.

They arrived back at the mansion, it was already midnight and he was also tired. Yet, he still remembers the person he talked to on the telephone.

He sat down on the chair In front of the round table, dialing the number while Jimin was fast asleep because he was tired. Just a second, someone answered his calls. He looked at the clock and saw it was already 12:00 am.

"Hello?" The same deep velvety voice started.

"Uhm, hi." Jungkook shyly responded while rubbing his nape.

"Wrong number again?"

"No, I got it right this time." Jungkook replied with a smile on his lips.

"I see, but how did you get my number?"

"I just accidentally saw your number carved here in the telephone." Jungkook retorted flusteredly.

"That's odd, I only carved my number in my telephone."

Jungkook can hear the confusion of the other person.

"Well, I guess I'm lucky." Jungkook uttered.

"Lucky? What do you mean by that?"

"I got your number? And based on your voice, you look good." Jungkook replied.

"How could you say that? You don't even know me."

"I don't know, I mostly heard that someone with a good voice has also good looking." Jungkook stated.

Jungkook smiled when he heard the person giggle.

"Thank you for complimenting me. You made my day."

"You're welcome, by the way, what are you doing right now? Did I bother you?" Jungkook inquired changing the topic.

"I'm not busy, you didn't bother me. Besides, I'm alone in my room right now. I don't want to see them."

"Why? Do you have a problem? I'll try to help you." Jungkook continued.

"Nothing serious just had an argument with my dad. I don't like the way he controlled me. I'm tired of it."

"Why don't you tell it him? He's your dad, he might understand you." Jungkook replied.

"He won't listen to me."

"Maybe, because you two are not close?" Jungkook said.

"Yes, I also tried to be close to him. But he doesn't have time to talk with me. I'm an adult now but he still controlling me. I want to have freedom and do what I want. But I'm scared, he might think I'm rebelling."

"Why don't you try to show him what you want? Or try to understand him, they said parents know what's good for their child. Maybe, sometime you will understand what he was doing for you." Jungkook stated.

"I hope it's a good thing."

"Just call me if you have a problem, and I'll listen to you. I'm 24/7 free for you." Jungkook added trying to cheer him up.

"Thank you."

"Ah, may I ask your na--"

"I'm sorry, my dad is knocking on the door. I will put it down before he caught me. Bye."

Before Jungkook could complete his sentence, he heard the call end. He sighed, maybe next time he will know his name. He lay on the bed with a bit of pout on his lips.