The Man's Perfect Wife || ᴠᴍɪɴ

Chapter 17

Even though it was spring, the night was cold. After the sudden bout of intense turmoil, Jimin barely managed to get herself together and looked around. She didn't have a cellphone. She couldn't see a payphone anywhere either. She needed to get in touch with Jungkook as soon as possible, but there was nothing she could do.

She hurriedly found a path away from the Han River. She saw an underpass covered in graffiti and started running for it when she saw a taxi approaching. She quickly raised her hand and flagged it down.

"Where ya headed, miss?"

The middle-aged taxi driver asked her in a cheerful voice.

"Please take me to the Samsung-dong neighborhood. And I'm sorry to ask, but could I borrow your cellphone for a bit?"

"What?"

When he heard her request for his cellphone, he looked at her through his rear view mirror in surprise.

"I lost my cellphone."

"Aigoo, how did you..."

The man hesitated before he handed her his phone. Jimin quickly entered Jungkook's phone number and sent him a text.

「Hummingbird.」

There was no reply. Her heart suddenly shriveled. Did something happen to him already?

What happened, Oppa?

Jimin bit her lip. She needed to get in contact with Jungkook, but she couldn't borrow a stranger's cellphone every time.

Vroooooom.

Suddenly the phone rang. Jimin's face paled. Whenever she sent out 'Hummingbird', her brother always responded with 'Speak'. It was what they had agreed to from the start. They never called each other. This was because they never knew who could be listening nearby.

Afraid, Jimin lowered the phone. She quickly handed it back to the taxi driver.

"Ah? What's the matter?"

"I think I called the wrong number. Someone's calling back, so could you just tell them they have the wrong number?"

"Huh?"

The ahjussi's expression turned strange.

"Please."

Jimin put on a pitiful expression. The driver was confused, but he answered the call.

"Ah, hello?"

Then he lowered his phone and looked at it. He put it back to his ear. It seemed that the person on the other line was asking him a question.

"Ah, I think I put in the wrong number. I'm sorry. Me? I'm a taxi driver... Huh? Who? I don't know."

The taxi driver's eyes met Jimin's through the rear view mirror. Jimin bit her lip. Suddenly, the taxi driver spoke in a booming voice.

"Ah, sorry. I'm in the middle of driving, so... Alright, I'm busy, so I'm hanging up."

As he hung up the phone, he sighed out a 'Haa, what the...' and tilted his head.

"I'm sorry. Also, thank you."

Jimin bit her lip and sat back. Something definitely happened to her brother. Did Taehyung send somebody? What should she do now? She clenched her hands. Her head felt foggy.

As she looked out the window, she could see all the stores with their bright lights. Surveillance cameras were recording from between the traffic lights. People had their cellphones in their hands. How was she supposed to move through this city without getting caught?