who are you?

eighteen

reread if u must ( btw let me know what u think about this kind of chapter )

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hyunjin's pov

as i look outside the window, it was just then that i realized the time. it was pitch black and the night skies were what greeted me.

hyebin was right outside my office in her desk, where she should be. the encounter we had earlier made me feel uneasy around her and i'm nervous that i may be making her uncomfortable.

from here i stared at her typing away busily on the desktop. she had her hair tied in a ponytail but small strands fell out and was framing the front of her face. i couldn't help but chuckle. cute.

for now, i feel good to have her as my secretary. i just hope her clumsiness wouldn't stick long as i will not tolerate that. checking the time once more, i can't help but feel homesick and tell jeongin everything that happened today.

oh wait... we fought.

right.

i heaved out a sigh and took off my glasses, pinching the bridge of my nose as it left a dent. i better head home now if i want to make it up to my husband.

so i picked up my phone which was turned off the whole day as some partners we declined offers with are blowing it up. while waiting for it, i took my coat and headed out, instantly catching hyebin's attention.

"don't stay up late, i'll get going now." i said and in return she gave me toothy grin and bowed.

"take care sir!"  i heard her call out from behind, making a grin appear on my face once more. what the hell is wrong with me? i've never even smile whenever i'm in this shit hole.

guess hyebin is making it a little better.

before i pressed the buttons, i turn back to her again. "get home safe, hyebin." i could tell she was surprised because i called her by her first name instead of being all formal like we were supposed to.

her cheeks were tinted pink a little and i laughed softly. she nodded her head and so with one last glance, i entered the lift as soon as the doors opened.

for the first time in years, i'm exiting the company with a light feeling.

from my hands my phone turned on and text notifications started to come up again. i rolled my eyes and turned it off again. i might just get a new number.

the ride was very nauseous and once i landed and i could breathe once more, i walked out fast. i was checking files in my folder when i pass the front desk assistant who immediately came to me.

"sir, have you been here the whole time?" she asked with a worried expression which of course confused me.

i nodded my head while fixing my sleeves. "i never left. why?"

"a man— he said his name was dr. seung— asked for you earlier."

"chelsea i don't know him." i started to walk away thinking that it was just someone random who might want to beg for sponsorship but then she said something that made me freeze, a shiver crawling up my spine.

"it's about sir yang. he was in a car crash earlier."

i suddenly couldn't breath.

she was still talking when i started to run for the exit. i bumped into a lot of people but i didn't care anymore. my heart was beating wildly against my chest just by thinking of what could happen to jeongin.

"fuck please be okay, please be okay." i could feel my throat restricting as i got outside. my driver nor my car was nowhere to be seen and so i had no choice but to flag a cab and thankfully there was one who came speeding right to me.

"to SNUH, and please make it fast." i stuttered soon as i got inside. my legs were shaking as we start to speed towards the hospital.

"jeongin please be okay." i kept on muttering to myself as i unlock my cell to get a grasp of him. this is when i saw the 32 missed calls and 45 unread messages i had from him.

my eyes felt stingy.

he'd been trying to reach me for the past hours and i felt my heart sink when realization dawned upon me. i may be the last person he contacted...

i might be reason why he's in the hospital right now.

again.

unread message:
jinnie why aren't you answering, are you busy?

unread message:
hey baby, please answer my calls.

unread message:
jinnie i'm sorry, i shouldn't have reacted that way. lets fix this please

i sniffled. it was his last message probably before his collision and he was apologizing even when he hadn't done anything wrong.

it was all my fault, i didn't even say sorry.

why do i keep on fucking up?

"i'm coming baby, please hold on."