We don't talk anymore

Chapter 8

"No, Zen, for the 10th time, I am fine! I don't need to go on a date to cheer up, even if it's with you."

"Ah, princess, you are so cruel to your knight in shining armor!"

MC rolled her eyes at Zen's ridiculous comment, but deep down she was grateful all her friends were worried for her, and willing to help in any way possible. "I am sure you will recover fast from my cruelty. But now I really must hang up. A friend is waiting for me."

"A friend? Is it a guy? You remember what I've told you about men, right? They are all...

"Have a nice day, Zen!!" MC was quick to interrupt him and ended the call. He was the best friend in the world, but when it came to other men, Zen was like an overprotective older brother. A little too overprotective, actually, but that had its perks nonetheless. 'I couldn't have asked for better friends.' MC thought to herself and checked her watch. "Oh, no, I'm going to be late for the bus! That Zen, and his sweet talking!" MC ran as fast as she could. The station was two blocks away from her. If she were quick enough, she might just make it in time.

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Meanwhile, Jumin was sitting in his limousine, deep in thought and gazing out the window, on his way to yet another business meeting. He wasn't as busy lately, but swamped himself in cat projects, in order to stop thinking about MC. Or at least that was the original idea, but there was nothing in this world that could distract him long enough. Whenever Jumin tried to clear his mind, images of her kept flashing before his eyes, almost like a never-ending movie. Every night was a repeating cycle of thoughts about MC and attempts to contact her, even though he was fully aware she won't answer. At the very least she was finally active in the RFA chatroom, but whenever he went in and tried to speak with her, she found an excuse to leave as quickly as possible. At one point he even resorted to begging Luciel to reveal the apartment's address. He, of course refused every single time, claiming he can't break V's rules. Jumin respected that fact; furthermore he didn't want to bother his friend in any way. V already had enough on his plate after Rika's death, so Jumin's personal problems weren't something he would dump on him. Jumin knew it was hopeless, but refused to give up. The need to talk with MC was stronger than him. Ever since he met her, he had felt alive for the first time in his life. But now he felt empty, like a huge portion of his heart, of his very self was missing. There was no doubt about it; he had fallen for MC. Was it love? No, he refused to think about it. Jumin was afraid that if he admits to himself the love he feels for MC, the pain from her absence would only grow much stronger, and envelop him completely. He felt the growing presence of a headache at the back of his head, when he noticed a familiar figure across the street. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief. It really was her!

"Driver Kim, stop the car!"

"Yes, Sir."

Driver Kim made sure they won't break any laws and quickly stopped and parked the car near the pavement. Jumin didn't wait long, before he jumped out of the vehicle, and headed towards the opposite street. As a result, a few drivers screamed at him for not paying attention, and almost causing an accident. That's when he noticed the red light and cursed out loud. Due to the traffic, it was hard to see MC, but he could still tell she was running down the street. When she finally stopped, she was at a fair distance from Jumin's current position. His heart was beating fast. He kept gazing anxiously at the light up until it turned green, and he could cross the street. When Jumin was finally at the other end, he noticed MC getting on a bus, and ran as fast as he could, praying he would make it on time. But luck wasn't on his side. He could only gaze after the departing bus and curse repeatedly. Jumin took his phone out and dialed her number.

"Please, I beg of you; pick up, just this once!" Jumin's voice sounded close to a whimper. But, like the rest of his calls, this one was also left unanswered.