MR. JEON / t.kook

FOURTY TWO

Five months later...

Seola softly knocks on Jungkook's door before opening it. Receiving no answer, she slowly opens the door as she peers through and scans his office. There Jungkook sat on his chair, his head laid on the stack of papers.

Seola sighed as she slowly walked in, picking up the papers on the ground and cringed at the sticky residue of his coffee that spilled on the ground. She huffed and marched in front of Jungkook who was still snoring.

"Dude, could you at least take the day off today. You look, well, you don't look that good," she chuckled. Jungkook groaned and rose his head up. "Cancel all my meetings today. Shit, cancel all of them," Jungkook muttered.

"You can't be like this, you can't. I'm tired of seeing you every day like this," she continued. "I'm dreading to ender your office without feeling anything but remorse and guilt."

"What are you implying? I just don't feel like doing anything right now," Jungkook complained as he blinked. He yawned while Seola stood in front of him, incredulous of his actions.

"What I'm trying to say is, if you can't live without him, why don't you find him," she bit her lip. Jungkook shook his head. "He's gone. Fuck, he's probably somewhere in Canada," he sighed. "It's hopeless."

"The boy's in Daegu," she confessed, raising her hands in defense.

Jungkook jolts up from his seat, his eyes widening at Seola's sudden words.

"Fuck, I can't, I just need the both of you to be happy again," she smiles.

Jungkook's mouth and formed into a smile. "You know, it would have been a lot better if you told me this like, I don't know, the day he tried to leave."

"Well, stop complaining. Go get your man!"