𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐢𝐟𝐞: ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ. ✅

09| Tell me you want me.

3 MONTHS LATER.

Jungkook sits at his desk, surrounded by the usual hustle and bustle of the office. He's been throwing himself into work as a way to distract himself from the emotional turmoil he's been experiencing. He's been burying himself in his work, staying late at the office and drowning himself in paperwork, trying to keep his mind occupied.

He hasn't been sleeping much, the memories and emotions from the past week replaying in his mind like a broken record. He's tried to push them aside, to bury them deep within himself, but they keep resurfacing, no matter how hard he tries to ignore them.

he heard knock and his manager cames

He looks up from his desk as his manager, Mr. Lee, enters the room. Mr. Lee is a middle-aged man with a no-nonsense attitude. He closes the door behind him before walking over to JK's desk.

Manager lee: boss... your friend Vikram Singh cames here to meet you should I call him in?

JK glances up at his manager, a slight frown on his face. He doesn't recall having scheduled a meeting with Vikram, but he knows that the man is a long-time business associate and friend. He nods his head.

Mr. Lee nods and leaves the office, returning a few moments later with Vikram in tow. Vikram is a tall, burly man in his mid-40s with an air of confidence and authority. He smiles as he enters the office, his eyes immediately falling on JK.

JK stands up from his desk and greets Vikram with a nod, gesturing for him to take a seat. He can already sense that Vikram has something serious to discuss, judging by the concerned look on his face.

Vikram sits down in the chair facing JK's desk, crossing his legs and taking a deep breath. He looks at JK for a moment before speaking.

Vikram: (concerned look) I hope you're doing okay, kid. I've been hearing rumors that you've been working yourself into the ground.

JK's eyes narrow slightly at Vikram's words, the concern in his voice stinging a little. He knows that Vikram means well, but he doesn't like being reminded of the fact that he hasn't been taking care of himself.

JK: I'm fine. Just busy with work. You know how it is.

Vikram: You know, you can't keep running yourself ragged like this. It's not healthy. You need to take care of yourself, both physically and mentally.

Jk: Okay I will, but who told you I'm ragging myself in? Who spread this shit...

Vikram: sighs It doesn't matter who spread the rumor, kid. The point is, lots of people are worried about you. You look like you haven't slept in days, and you've lost weight.

He frowns, feeling a pang of guilt and irritation. He knows Vikram is right,

Vikram: (firm but gentle) You're not fooling anyone, kid. We all know you're going through a rough patch right now and you're trying to drown yourself in work to avoid dealing with it. But trust me, it's not gonna help in long term.

Jk- Then What I should do?

Vikram: You need to take a break, kid. Give yourself some time to breathe and think. You're not a machine, you can't keep going at full speed all the time. You need to recharge your batteries, mentally and physically.... And for that I have small invitation...

He raises an eyebrow, curious about the invitation He leans back in his chair and waits for him to continue

Vikram: My son is blessed with daughter so we threw small celebration. I actually came here to invite you but also worried about you...

Jungkook nods, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Vikram: Good...it's in india...

He tilts his head curiously, not expecting the celebration to be in India.