I'm Breaking

Chapter 4

Jungkook PoV 

It's been 3 weeks since my mother's heart operation and the last time I've spoken to Dr. Park. I wasn't able to be there for my mom's operation due to work and my assistant kept adding schedules in my list. 

We're still in the hospital, waiting for mom's discharge. And Il-Do and her has been having a heated discussion about his move to the States. Even if I try to speak back to my mother about topics like this, I know I shouldn't speak back to her.

I sit down on the chair and looked at them arguing over small things. Hyung was supposed to move back to the States and handle everything there, I know my mom hates hyung because he's adopted. Grandma and grandpa were afraid that my dad would not get married so they adopted a son for him. 

"Jungkook? Why're you dragging him into this?!" Dongie shouted. "I told you, he will find someone and that someone will not be that girl, okay?! Leave my brother out of this!"

"How dare you? Jungkook is 27 years old! He needs a wife! And Jang Won Young is perfect for him!" my mother shouted. 

I stood up from my seat, "Mom. I think it's too much, rest--"

"No! I will not rest! I will not stop until you get married to the Jangs daughter!" 

"Give Jungkook 1 year to decide who his bride will be. If he does not have an eligible bride, then Wonyoung can marry him," Dongie told her.

She folded her arms, "Fine. 1 year."

I'm screwed. My mother knows that I couldn't fall in love with a girl easily. She knows she'll win. She knows that I don't like to be in a relationship that is too serious. 

With the door opening, we stopped talking about our private conversation and looked at Doctor Park. She was carrying a metal clipboard with her and 2 bars of snickers were hanging out of her doctor's coat. 

"Oh, did I bother you guys? I can come--" she paused.

"No, no. You came on time, what is it you want?" Dongie asked.

I cleared my throat, "Hyung, be nice to the doctor. And also you mom."

Chaeyoung laughed, "Anyway. I completed your discharge papers, it's all taken care of. You're medicines are with your bodyguards, and here's the bill of the hospital. Who should I--?"

"I'll take that," I took it from her. "A million won? That's crazy. Are you sure?"

"W=Why is it too expensive?" she asked.

"No. It's awfully cheap."

She looked at me seriously. 

I laughed at her reaction, "Okay Ms. Park..." I looked at her ID. "Ms. Park Chaeyoung." 

And I signed the papers and followed her to the front desk for the transaction.

---timeskip---

Finally, I went out of the hospital. Everyone was bickering and fighting, even Namjoon wanted to fight. He was pissed because last night Hoseok-hyung, a famous choreographer, said he can't dance well. And it pissed him, so now he brought it to me. And now, I'm pissed off. 

I walked inside my office room with my assistant, Rachel, and underman, Cole, following me. My underman is the one who acts like a detective for me, I just didn't know what you call them. 

As I sat on my seat, I turned the swivel chair to the big glass window with the view overlooking Seoul. Busy Korea. With half of it not resting. 

"Sir Jeon, you have a business meeting with Park Jihyun, CEO of Park Industries and Sir Bambam, CEO of WeAreOne Entertainment," Rachel said.