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"Euphoria." || Jeon Jungkook O.S.


Jeon Jungkook was a man who didn't much care for love. He liked to sail by without having to give in the effort. He loved to keep to himself. He didn't need a relationship. No one to tie him down, no one to tell him what to do. He was comfortable being alone and not relying on love. That was, until... Siha came along to teach him some valuable lessons of life.

Romance / Drama
Amy Williams
Age Rating:

Little piece of Heaven.

I never thought of myself as a romantic. That sort of thing never sounded great to me. Finding someone, falling in love, wooing them with gifts... The overall idea of falling in love, was obsolete. Until- I met someone quite special. It completely turned my whole perspective around. They were different. They were not quite what I expected. That person's name was... Siha. She was carefree, open-minded, and free spirited. She wasn't the type to let what happens to her, affect her life. She never stayed unhappy for too long.

It boggled my mind just exactly how she managed to control her emotions in such a precise manner. I could stand to learn a thing or two from her. You'd think being with someone so uncaring about the world around her, would be a bad influence on me. However, I have never felt that way. I've never once looked at it in that way. To me, Siha was... A refreshing take on life.

Hello, my name is Jeon Jungkook. And this is my story.

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"Hey, wanna go to the train tracks, later?" Siha smiled eagerly as she hopped up and down. I turned to look at her. I was in the middle of cooking some breakfast. "Why would you want to go there?"

She looked at me as though she thought I was weird for asking. "For something to do?" She gave a small smirk. I knew that facial expression all too well. It was a look she gave when she was up to no good.

Oh, why did I love her dangerously adventurous side?

"Is that really a good idea?" I turned back to focus on folding the eggs I was cooking. I could hear her let out a huff. "You didn't have a problem it the last time we went." She spoke in a pout. I let out a soft sigh, transferring the eggs over to a nearby plate and turned the stove off. "Yes, but only because you told me that we were only going over there to see what kind of stones we could get. I was not informed that you wanted to hop on moving freight cars."

She walked over and plopped herself at the table then leaned on her arms. "Ah! C'mon, don't give me that. You had fun! Don't lie."

I poked the inside of my cheek with my tongue. "That's not the point, Siha." I grab the toast that popped up and placed it on the plate. I turn around and slide the food over in front of Siha. She looked at it and then back at me. "Are you not going to eat?"

"Don't worry about me. I want you to eat since you skip out on meals quite often." I gave her a dark look. She puffed out her bottom lip, poking at the eggs with her fork. "Ah! B-but Jungkook, I'm not hungry." She gazed up at me with watchful eyes. They were deep and intimidating. It was as if she is taunting me. "Oppa, Siha. I am two yours older than you," I point out, raising an eyebrow. "Now eat."

She grumbled, taking a small bite of egg off her fork and shooting me a sly smile. "No thanks. That's cringey. Besides, I'm not technically Korean!" She replied in sing song while jumping up and skipping over to me. I merely gawked at her, wondering what she was up to. She sat on my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck. "So, you comin' with me, or not?"

I smirked. Two could play at this game.

"Are you going to eat your food or not?"

Siha didn't like that answer. Her shoulders slumped down and she clicked her tongue. The gears were turning inside of that pretty little pink haired head, of hers. No doubt she was searching for a counter argument. "You know the answer to that. Don't answer my question with another question."

I leaned my face up close to hers. "You know the answer to yours as well." I grinned. She rolled her eyes. "Come on, Jungkook. Don't be like that. We'll have a lot of fun. Besides, you don't have to be so mean."

I laughed, rubbing her back in a circular motion. "Hm. You bring that out of me. Since you're such a dare devil that cares not for her own safety."

She laughed, completely proud of herself. "But you enjoy it." She leaned down and pressed her lips to mine. I wrap my arms firmly around her waist as I indulge her. My lips finding themselves replying back to her gesture.

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I still remember the day that we met. As if it just happened. It was still so fresh in my mind, that I could recall every detail.

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I was in an old record store, by myself. I found myself flipping through all the records, not really looking for anything specific. I was just browsing. After not really finding exactly what I was searching for, I traveled to a small section of books. Grabbing one I liked, I sat down and started to read a little bit of it. It seemed interesting to me at the time. One could say I was engrained in it. So infatuated that I was unaware that this girl had walked up to me and was watching me as I read.

"Nifty book ya got there. You looking for ways to woo your Girlfriend?" She grinned, while folding her arms. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I noticed that there was another able body near me. "What?!" I choked out, then quickly settled back into my seat. I laughed. "No. I don't have one. I don't really believe in love, anyway." I shrug then went back to my book, hoping she would go away. Unfortunately, she didn't. She sat down into the chair opposite of me and leaned her elbows on the table. "What? How could you not believe in love? Obviously you just haven't met the right one."

I rolled my eyes, flipping over a page. "No thanks. Now, are you done? Can you leave me alone?"

By this point, I thought I was very clear on wanting her to scram. Apparently, I wasn't assertive enough.

"But you're reading a book about it. Are you not?"

"Clearly not. It isn't the kind of love you are thinking of. Why would I bother myself with nonsense like that?"

"Because it's something everyone deserves to experience at least once in their life." A wide grin stretched across her face. A sly twinkle dazzled within her eyes.

"Are you going to leave me alone?"

"Hm." She hummed, drumming her fingers on table. "Fine. I will. But, how about we hang out sometime?"

I look up from my book and throw her a disapproving glare. "Uh... Why? I don't think so."

She giggled, unphased by my constant attempt to push her away. "So I can show you that having love in your life is not a bad thing."

I only blinked, perplexed by the confidence in her words that she thought she ever had a chance at changing my mind. I scoff. "Fat chance of that."

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After that day, her words have stuck to me for some time. Since that first chance meeting, I slowly grew to know her... little by little... And learned just how carefree she truly was.

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"Why did you drag me out here, again?" I groan, slowly following behind her as she twirled and skipped way ahead of me. She turned back to me, stopping in her steps. "Ah, because I love this place." She opened her arms wide and spun around as she took in the the cascading sunlight. The light almost created a glow around her silhouette, hugging her perfect curves and highlighted her long rose-gold hair. She was beautiful. I honestly have no clue what she's done to me. I have no idea how she managed to open me up like a book. Prodding the emotions out of me like an over squeezed tube of toothpaste. The corner of my lips curled up into a smile as I run after her. When she noticed my approaching form, she quickly turned and ran. But I was faster.

Picking up my pace, I ran up from behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and lifted her up off the ground and spun her in circles. She let out the happiest laugh which made me laugh with her.

Siha was someone who never settled for anything less than what she wanted for herself or for anybody else. If someone was sad or down in their feelings, buried into the pits of sorrow, she did everything in her power to lift their spirits. Many times, she'd carry around crystals or essential oils for spiritual healing. At first, I never believed in that stuff. I thought it was mumbo jumbo. Until I found out that she carries it in her pocket, for her anxiety. One time, I witnessed her having a meltdown.

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Siha clumsily filed through her bag as the breath hitched in her throat. I could tell that her balance was thrown off and she was hyperventilating. I frown, running over to her. "Siha, what's wrong? What are you looking for?"

"I... I need it. I c-can't be without it!" She sobbed, over turning her bag. The items spilled out onto the counter. Her breathing increased as tears slid down her cheeks. "What? What is it? What can't you live without?"

I try my best to comfort her. I reach a hand over to rub her back. She merely shrugged my hand off and continued to frantically look for whatever it was she sought after. "M-my oils! M-my essential oils. A-and my rocks. B-but I know you don't care about it." She sobbed. Her comment struck a chord within me. It kinda hurt me a bit. "I never said I didn't care."

To be honest, it made me a little sad.

"I just don't believe in it." I rub the back of my head. She whipped around, crying hard. "But it's a PART of me. If you don't believe in it, then you don't care a-about me."

"W-woah woah woah, Siha- Calm down. I think that's going a little too far. Why are you so up and arms? I thought you never got this upset. Usually you're calm and collected." I laughed while teasing her. Which was not a good thing to do.

"You dumbass! I'm only calm and collected when I have my essential oils! Don't be so damn insensitive you ignorant blockhead!" She snapped, stomping her foot. I immediately stood back, raising my hands up in defense.

"Alright, I get it. But, uh-" I gently point to the pocket of her jacket. "I-isn't it that right there?"

She instantly froze, slowly reaching a delicate hand into the front pouch of her jacket. Sure enough, the items were located there. She sighed in relief, ripping the bottle out, immediately opening it, and rubbing some of it onto the back of her neck and on her wrists. A few moments went by, and I slowly began to see the changes. How it made her relax and calm. It was from that moment on I never made fun of her again for having that in her bag. I started to become more open minded.

I really did learn a lot from her.

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After our game of cat and mouse, we walked along the path near the train tracks. We walked and walked until the sun went down. As we traveled, she would pick up a stone every once in a while and slip it into this special bag she carried with her. I studied her, taking in her winged spirit. Her angelic, pure, extraordinary beauty. It was enough to be in her presence. Being near her, fueled my soul and made me feel alive... I loved her.

I truly, TRULY loved her. It brought a new meaning to loving someone to death. Til death do us part, but without the Marriage. For our love had not been shared for very long. Siha to me, was a rare, exotic flower that had no business being in the dark, dilapidated, dry desert that was my life. Some days you just don't know how long you were going to be on this Earth. No clue how much time you had to spend with your loved ones. Because they could be ripped away from you in an instant.

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"Siha, please don't do that. That's dangerous." I sigh, grabbing her arm. She laughed, pulling my hand off her. "Oh, Jungkook. I've done this plenty of times. I know what I'm doing." She jumped from one foot to the other stretching her arms. I felt a pang of uneasiness in the pit of my stomach. "Yes, I'm aware. But it's not something you should be doing. We need to get back to the car. It's getting dark." I insisted, using my authoritative voice.

She mocked me, by repeating my words like a child. "Look, it's not my fault you're just being a big wuss. Just trust me! Okay?" She smacked my back then jogged off, walking on top of the train track.

"Dammit, Siha. Why do you never listen to me?" I groan, running after her.

I should have protected her.

She giggled, jumping away as I reached out to grab her. "Ha ha! Missed me!" She stuck her tongue out and danced around my hands, laughing. I scoffed. "Siha, babe, you are too much. Just come back to the car to me."

I... should have helped her.

She shook her head. "No! We'll miss the train if we go now. It'll be here in about 5 minutes!" She clapped her hands excitedly. While she let her guard down, I hugged her, holding her close to my body. "Gotcha!" I nuzzled my face into her hair. She laughed and squirmed in my arms. "N-no! Let me go!" She laughed harder, attempting to slide out of my arms. In the distance, a loud honk broke into the air. A signal that the train was coming around the bend.

I shouldn't have let her go near that place.

"Oh! It's coming." Somehow, she got out of my grasp and booked it down the path, picking up speed as the train came into view. Even though she's done this hundreds of times, it still made me uneasy. For some reason, this time around I felt more off than I had the previous time she jumped onto a freight car and jumped from the other side. You'd think I had grown accustomed to it... that maybe after a while, the utter guilt would cease.

I should have helped her... I should have saved her. No. No. No. No. It was all my fault.

The next few scenes flashed by. Everything around me slowed down. It was a whirl of emotions. The twinkle in her eye sparked as she readied herself. Instead of going after her, I decided to standby and watch.

I knew this made her happy. She loved it. The thrill of the danger turned her on and allowed her happiness to soar. This was the sort of thing Siha loved to do. Even though it was dangerous and illegal.

Before she could steady her jump at the right moment, she tripped over and old piece of scrap metal and fell onto the tracks. The train was inbound and the distance between us was too large. It approached at an alarming rate. I screamed out to her, holding my hand out, thinking I could save her. She screamed back at me as her shoe laces tied around a track spike. They didn't have enough time to come to a complete stop.

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What I still remember of that frightful day, is the excruciating sounds of the train wheels squeaking, and the longing hold on the horn, blasting at us to move. All went black... and my happiness was gone.

"That's how I lost the one thing that made love possible. Within a blink of an eye, a life could be taken just like that. It will always be my sin to bear upon my shoulders. I will have to live with that horror on my conscience for as long as I lived.

Her face.

Her last facial expression.

Her final words to me...


She was hit and killed by a train.

"I love you."


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