Missing Piece [BTS One Shot]

Missing Piece [1]

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It was the only sound I can hear from this isolated place. I was alone again in my office, doing all the paper works that was assigned to me by the CEO of the company I am working for.

What happens to me every single day is all the same. I'll wake up every morning, go to work to earn some money for myself, and after that, I'll go home to take a good rest. Nothing exciting. Nothing different.

I was busy making a powerpoint presentation for the meeting tomorrow when my phone rang. I stood up to get my bag that was sitted on the couch inside my office. Why the hell did it ring? Did somebody call me? Texted me? Or was that my alarm?

I searched for my phone after I opened my bag. Ugh. I should clean this sometimes. It has a lot of mess.

I sighed after seeing what was in the screen of my phone. It was a reminder. Reminder that I didn't remove for 3 years. Reminder that made me feel sad and happy at the same time.

As I started to reminisce, I felt nostalgic. I felt the pain, the hurt and the longing. What I tried to bury in the past few years again resurfaced. I clutched the heart pendant of my necklace, forcing my self not to cry over the same thing again.

Damn that guy. He was the reason why I am like this. He broke me. Then he left me. He left me with a broken heart to fix. But I was neither a carpenter nor a doctor to fix or heal this broken heart of mine. Time? It did nothing. I was waiting in vain. Time isn't fixing my heart. In fact, it was breaking my heart every single moment.

It was my fault too. I want to move on but a part of me doesn't agree with that idea. I don't know if I want but I can't or I can but I don't want to. Eitherways, that doesn't give me an idea how to fix this ruined life of mine.

"Happy Anniversary my hand. Tell that to the fish in the lake." I said, full of sarcasm, before shutting the phone off. I walked back to my table and continued what I was doing a while ago.

I should keep myself busy. I shouldn't think about that goddamn guy. He doesn't care about me? Well I don't give a fuck about that.

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"Anna, how was the presentation I told you to make?" Sir Kook asked me as soon as I entered the building. How nice of a greeting.

"I finished it on time sir. It was clean and perfect. I'm sure the new investor of your company will accept your proposal and will agree to be your new business partner." I gave him a reassuring smile which in return, he answered with a firm nod.

Sir Kook, or more known as Jungkook Jeon, is a Korean businessman wherein unfortunately, was the President of this company. As her secretary, everything he was telling, well more of commanding me to do must be done perfectly on time. If not, he will be fuming mad like a hungry lion and fire you without thinking about it even just a second.

Regardless of his rough attitude in the office, he was known as a kind person outside the business area. He's also a very obedient son. He's a gentleman, respectful, and a very smart guy. Besides his perfect attitude, he also has a great physical appearance. He's handsome with those small but rounded, hazelnut eyes, perfectly-shaped nose, and a hint of a strong jawline. He's tall, white and handsome. Some people said he's talented too, which made him a full package. A lot of girls here in the office have a crush on him. They even fantasize about him! Make it romantic or a little s-xual. Yeah. I know what you're thinking right now. Ew right? Those girls. Tch.

But because Sir Kook is some kind of a snob, he didn't even give them a glance. He doesn't care what they feel about him. All he think of was business, business, and business. Workaholic freak.