Jimin was left alone in Seoul after his wife, Park Y/N, was required to move to Daegu in order to fulfill her three-month modeling commitment.
Jimin hadn't had an assistant for quite some time. However, somebody needed to be hired.
Choi Hwayoung, he...
I lifted my eyelids, the alarm clock abusing my ears. I slowly sat down from the bed, reached for my phone and opened my messages like I was meant to do it.
Staring at the screen, I lightly bit my inner-cheek. I felt my heart slightly ache, seeing I didn't receive any messages from Y/N.
No good mornings anymore...
I tugged my bottom lip and sat down on the edge of my bed, realizing I have stuff to accomplish today, which is also attending work. But then, suddenly, I thought about Hwayoung.
When will be able to talk to her, too?
She was a friend I could always come up to, she listens to me and accompanies me when I have nobody.
I sniffed before standing up, going straight downstairs to the kitchen to have my morning breakfast.
• Hwayoung's P.O.V • few hours later
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I continually strolled back and forth before the table, becoming bored yet feeling content as the guards were no longer present to prevent me from entering his office, and my mind still couldn't help but to process regarding what happened yesterday.
I bit my lips, "I need to talk to him." I mumbled to myself.
Unexpectedly, the door opened, prompting me to abruptly stop in my tracks and turn around, and my heart began to miss a beat when Jimin appeared, dressed in his regular tuxedo and appearing as handsome and flawless as usual.
My pupils brightened when he approached my direction, causing me to almost let out an ear-splitting shriek in my assumption that he would finally talking to me, but then his course of action sadly consisted of walking past me and sitting down at his desk, opening his laptop in the process.
I stood there, dumbfounded, staring at him who's keeping a cold expression plastered on his face.
"J-Jimin?" I called out, hoping that he might offer an answer but unfortunately, he continued to remain quiet. "Jimin, please talk to me. Did I do something wrong?" There was hint of desperation in my tone.
I could see the amount of hesitation that occupied his eyes, being aware that he is contemplating communicating with me but I do not know what exactly is causing him to remain silent.
I bit my lips and looked down, attempting to show my submissive side, "I-I understand, I'll leave. I won't bother you, just call me if you need me." I smiled weakly at him who was still appearing to work at his computer, and my words were intended to appeal to this sympathy, yet there was still something that was stopping him.
