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57. translate

some info that might be helpful for this chapter to understand:

응 (eung) = informal "yes"
네 (ne) = formal "yes"

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57.

Not even the air conditioner in Jungkook's car can calm me down after that meeting.

I'm clutching my phone in my hand as if giving it all of my worries, but it's safe to say that doesn't work. I'm sighing with big breaths to control my emotions— it's hard. It's too difficult with Jungkook sitting next to me.

When I look at my boyfriend, he is leaning on the window with his elbow, and his hand is holding up his forehead in a thick train of thought. I feel as though my seat is swallowing me and I'm trying to climb out.

"I'm sorry," I apologize again.

"Noona—" he begins, but stops himself.

I can see just from a glance that he is getting upset. His jaw is moving around and he is shielding his eyes from me as we pull out from the building. I decide to look the opposite direction and out the window, but that's an even worse idea. Now I feel like I'm in a dramatic movie— especially with this radio playing such mellow music.

I switch the station in an abrupt shift in my seat. Jungkook seems too dazed in his own mind to notice. "Dance the Night Away" by Twice starts playing and I give out a pity scoff. I don't change the station, though.

"I just need time to read the contract," I continue, although I don't think he will say anything. "okay?"

"Yes," he says in honorifics.

I raise my eyebrows at his tone of voice and use of language— it implies that he is more nervous now than he is angry. My back falls into the seat.

What am I to think of his behavior? His immediate response was anger— but that's understandable. I virtually ensured that he had no part in my negotiation about the contract. He doesn't understand that with him around me, I'm not able to make proper decisions about my future— our future.

I'm trying to evaluate what his emotion is right now, but it's difficult because he is being so quiet.

"You don't think I should give myself time to read the contract?" I ask to provoke him.

"That's not..." Jungkook grumbles in a change of thought, "I just want to be part of it. J-Just don't sign...  anything without telling me."

"You are part of it. I won't do anything unless talking to you first."

The audible sigh of relief from his mouth worries me slightly. He doesn't respond. A few minutes go by of nothing but the silence that drives me insane.

Because of his silence, my mind is forced to think about the only other thing happening in my life— Auntie.

I was never much of the religious type, but it seems as though I'm always now begging some ominous all powerful person above me for resolution to her illness. I have come too far with such an amazing woman for her to be treated like this.