BORROWED TIME || J.JK

••×e n t r y 9ו•

••×e n t r y 9ו•

[Dear Jungkook,
Here I am, thinking of you again when I haven't even crossed your mind.]

YOUR POV.

Stretching my arms for the nth time of the afternoon, I perked up, eyes gazing at every passer by in front of me.

Holding my brown folder tightly, I expressed a long sighed. Its been three hours since the company's interviewer that I'm applying for, told me to wait for my name to be called.

My eyes were halfway open, tired of all the waiting. This is actually my last resort, my last job option. . . if I still couldn't pass this job interview. I'm migrating to a different country as my mom wanted me to.

My mom wanted me to follow my brother in Korea. He works for a Japanese call center there and has an apartment near Daegu.

"Y/N? Miss." My head immediately jolt up hearing my name being called.

I walked towards the door, leaving the waiting area, hoping that I'll be accepted for the job. I smiled at the interviewer as she scanned my bio datas and requirements. Her brows furrowed in dissatisfaction. . . and not too long enough when she rejected me for the job.

"I'm very sorry Ms. Y/N, but you're not qualified for the job. You don't have much experiences yet, I hope you understand that were looking for a professional worker that has a lot of job experiences." She bowed down before dismissing me.

I smiled with full of respect and leave their office properly. This is the 12th job interview I went on, yet I haven't passed any.

Maybe I really am hopeless. Well. . . who would accept me as an office worker or restaurant helper? I don't even have proper experience. I studied Fine Arts because drawing is my hobby. I didn't know that this would complicate my job hunt! I wanted to be an artist, but for now, I need a job to pursue my dream art café. I needed savings, any job would do! Any decent job will, but I can't pass any job interview at all.

I'm good at painting, drawing, sketching and designing. . . but that isn't needed to be a waiter, a crew, office assistant, helper, teacher, cashier, nor the lowest job I could think off!

Looks like I won't have any choice, but to work as a Japanese call center agent like my brother in Korea.

I fished out my phone, dialing my moms contact number as I place the phone beside my ear. It haven't even been ringing for a while when my mom answered the call.

["Hello dear, what happened? Did you get the job?"] She was exited as she bombarded me with questions.

I sighed. "No mom. They don't need me there." I spoke the truth.

She went silent for a sec before she finally giggled and cheered me up. ["But of course, they can't just take any collage graduate without experience. And the fact that your course isn't for the job you're looking for. . . c'mon honey, don't be so down. There's much more job you can find In Korea. I say you come with me in Korea this Tuesday night?"]

I pouted. I don't want to go to Korea. I don't want this calm heart of mine search for him again! I don't want to feel the abandoned love I felt when he left me. Five years of hoping for him to come to me is already painful. I don't want to add another year for me to hope again for nothing.

"But moooomm!" I dragged the last word, whining.

She chuckled a breathy one before finally talking again. ["It will be okay, your brother won't be there to bother you we're living in Seoul. By the way, go home already. Let's talk here, I prepared dinner."] She chimed before hanging up.

My brother nagging or bothering me was never my problem. It was Jungkook. He lives in Korea and he lives in Seoul. That's my problem! I don't want our peaceful lives now to cross again! Not when my heart finally stopped waiting for him.

Not when I finally stopped hoping for him. Not when I finally calmed my heart for beating so fast whenever I see his pictures and videos. I don't want shit to happen again.

Four years of loving him so much, is enough! Five years of hoping for him is enough too! Because that made me eight years of a stupid woman whose in love with an idol that knowingly must've forgot about her!

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"Y/N, we're here. Wake up." My mom called, shaking my shoulders.

My tired eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the brightness of the sun outside our car. As soon ay my eyes adjusted without any hazard, my eyes fixed its way to the small apartment in front of us.

"What do you think?" My mom asked, standing beside me with her cheeky smile. I nodded in satisfaction.

"It's beautiful. It looks like home." I mumbled.

She let out a stream of giggles before she asked me to help her with our bags and things inside our car's compartment.

Last night, she finally convinced me to live here in Korea with her and my brother. She said, she needed to continue her treatment here because the doctors are way more greater than our country's. My mom has diabetes and medicines here are more effective and good for her health. Korea has the greatest doctors.

And as for me. . . I couldn't say no to my mom's request, she also told me that there are a lot of job opportunities here for me. And the dream art cafe I want would be more appreciated if I build my cafe here.

"So. . . is that all?" She asked scanning all the baggage I brought inside the house.

I nodded. "Yep, that's it."

She hummed in response, as she continue cooking in the kitchen. I did all the work in fixing our boxes of things and clothes before finally plopping down on my new room's bed.

"Argh! Tomorrow will be another job hunt! I just hope to find a job faster. I want to run a café already!" I muttered through stuffy breathes before dozing off.

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It was Sunday morning, 4:36 p.m. when I made my stop into one of the corners of the street, taking a sip of my coffee. I tried three Japanese call center already, but all they said is 'we'll call you' or 'wait for our call' which means; don't hope. You're not accepted.

Its obvious! They don't want me, even in call centers. I can speak Japanese and Korean, but I'm not very fluent like my brother. I'm most of-ly fluent in English!

Finally giving up, deciding to go home. . . I walked pass a not-so-huge building and saw a big signage saying 'hiring for an english tutor' which got my eyes wide and walked towards the building.

I grabbed the signage going inside the building. Walking towards the front desk, a smile plastered wide on my lips.

"Excuse me miss. . . are you looking for an english tutor?" I asked her bowing.

"Yes, we're looking for an english tutor. For an idol group." She said that made my smile fell on the ground.

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Z: Last update for now... Latuurrr~😘