BE ALRIGHT

9

It had been three months since Jennie and I started this thing, but I couldn't quite decide how I felt about it. As much as I enjoyed being with her, there were moments when I felt like an outsider in her world, as people constantly gossiped about us and our relationship.

At school, I was suddenly the center of attention, and everyone wanted to know more about my relationship with one of the richest CEOs in Korea. They constantly told me how lucky I was.

People always see me as the "lucky one" for dating Jennie, but the truth is, it's not as glamorous as it seems. Sure, I have everything I want at my fingertips, thanks to Jennie's wealth and our arrangement. But what's the point of having everything when Jennie herself isn't around most of the time?

As Jackson had pointed out earlier, Jennie was a workaholic, and it was starting to take a toll on our "relationship". I couldn't help but feel lonely and isolated, despite being in a relationship with one of the most sought-after women in Korea. Jennie would often leave earlier than I did, heading straight to her office, and then return home well past my bedtime, around 11 at night.

After sleeping in Jennie's office for eight hours, she told me not to come back anytime soon. I tried to ask her when I could visit again, but she didn't give me a clear answer, leaving me feeling uncertain and uneasiness.

On weekends, Jennie remained just as busy as during the week, leaving me alone at home. On Sundays, she would spend the entire day sleeping in her room, barely emerging from her private sanctuary to spend time with anyone, including her old friends or even me.

One time, Chaeyoung invited me to go out with them, but Jennie declined, telling her that they would be shopping alone.

Jennie's behavior towards me has left me feeling like a stranger in my own so called relationship. It's as if I am on the outside looking in, never quite sure where I stand with her. The only time we went out was when the media started spreading rumors about us breaking up, which angered Jennie's dad because he had given the company to her on the condition that we stayed together.

Jennie's father had even told me that he hoped I would be able to soften her up a bit, but I couldn't help but disagree. It seemed like an impossible task, given her intense work schedule and seeming disinterest in spending time with me.

As I descended the stairs, the sound of my footsteps echoed through the empty house. It was a quiet Sunday morning, with no classes to attend and no plans in sight. Jennie was either still asleep or out with her friends, as she often did on her rare days off.

"Morning Mr. Kang," I greeted as I entered the kitchen. The sunlight filtered in through the windows, casting a warm glow across the room.

"Have you checked up on Ms. Kim?" he asked.

"What's the matter?" I asked Mr. Kang, as I reached for the bag of food to feed Kuku. "What about her?" I inquired, my curiosity piqued.

Mr. Kang's expression was grave as he replied, "She called me earlier, saying she needed her doctor." I watched him intently, trying to understand the gravity of the situation.

"Is everything alright? What does she need a doctor for?" I probed further, setting down the bag of dog food and taking a seat.

"She's probably sick," Mr. Kang said, a deep frown etched onto his forehead. As I set down my drink, his words hung heavily in the air, filling the room with a sense of foreboding.

Without a moment's hesitation, I leapt up from my seat, my mind racing with worry. I hurried past Mr. Kang, rushing up the stairs towards Jennie's room. The stairs creaked beneath my feet as I sprinted up them, my heart pounding with concern.