[ complete ] 𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄 || 𝐉.𝐉𝐊 𝐅𝐅

45. 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝑮𝒖𝒚.

Good, that's the last thing that was left to happen. I kicked the car, it suddenly stopped working in the middle of this unknown highway. I don't even know where my car stopped.

"Damn, kookie," I muttered, "Pick up the call."

The call just beeped and hung up. Looks like there is no network around. I sat back inside my car, my head leaning on the steering wheel. It's annoying and creepy.

I don't think I can change the tire by myself alone. But, at least I'll just try. You can do it, Y/n. I climbed out of the car, and quickly my eyes fell on a car approaching me. Looks like luck is with me.

I waved for the car owner to stop, it parked on the side and I approached the car. It is a black sleek Mercedes, the owner lowered the window. "Hey, miss..." He said, his voice rough and husky.

He has black hair, long locks of his black silky shiny hair with a light brown color of his skin shining in the dim moonlight, and then his eyes, a perfect pair of brown hazel stars. He's handsome overall.

"I need a lift to the gas station, my car's tire burst out," I replied, trying to sound polite.

His lips pressed into a thin line, thinking. He nodded in response, unlocking the side door for me. I got in. I know it's not good to take help from anyone you find on the highway, but it's also creepy to stay out alone.

"What's your name, miss?" he asked, his voice gentle and calm.

"It's Jeon Y/n," I replied with my correct surname. "Oh, the wife of Jeon Jungkook?" he clarified.

"Yes," I nodded in response. "What's your name?"

"It's Lee Jihyun," he replied with a gentle smile.

Wait, how does he know about Jungkook? And his wife? Why does it suddenly feel so uneasy? I let it go and pushed it out of my mind, trying to focus on the running scenery out the window.

"Well, you must be wondering how I know about Jungkook," he suddenly spoke, as if sensing my curiosity. "I read an article about his wife proposing to him after getting drunk," he emphasized the last word 'drunk'.

My cheeks turned red, that's all happened because of Jimin oppa. He said he was going to handle me but he left me like a stray dog when I was drunk. That was all embarrassing, but endearing too. That became an unforgettable memory of how I confessed my feelings to him.

"Blushing, miss?", He whispered, his tone low, eyes focused on the road.

"No no, that's just cold here," I replied, he chuckled lightly and heartily at my response.

"I see," he murmured before pulling up the car in front of the gas station, "You can get a mechanic from here, miss,"

"Thank you," I thanked him politely, he nodded in response with a smile, "You're welcome,"

He drove off, the same smile plastered on his lips. I walked inside the gas station, looks like it's going to rain soon, the sky is coated with a grey blanket of clouds right now.

I walked inside the shop area, the wall hangings clanging with each other making sounds. I have to make a phone call over the telephone, the receptionist standing there gave me a glance and greeted me, "How can I help you, ma'am?"

"I need to make a phone call, and also need some snacks," I requested politely.

"Sure," he forwarded the telephone considering my request. I dialed Jungkook's phone number, and after some beeps, it was answered, "Who is it?" He sounded so cold yet dangerous.

"It's me," I replied, "Jeon Y/n."

I could hear him chuckle from the other side, "Yes, Jeon Y/n, but where are you now?"