J.J.K | When Time Stops [BOOK 1] *EDITING IN PROGRESS*

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"I have to go out tonight." Jungkook said, planting a soft kiss on my forehead. "I have a dinner meeting with a very stubborn man from J company."

"Mm." I nodded in reply, forcing the muscles in my mouth to form a small smile. "Good luck."

I was fairly sure he was going out with a girl, but I wanted to have faith in him. I didn't want the unnecessary negative thoughts of mine to awash over my mood.

He promised. And I trust him.

"See you soon." He winked, his soft smile squeezing my heart tightly. I wanted to stop him. I wanted to hold onto his arm and beg him to stay. But I knew myself too well. I knew I didn't have the guts.

I was scared that I was just a useless burden to him.

"See you soon." I breathed out, pressing the sudden urge of sadness down to the bottom of my heart where all my existing pains were hidden. It was like a bottle full of poison. And it was better if I kept it hidden.

Less than a few minutes later, a sharp screech of the car engine ripped through the calm air, followed by the sound of wheels zooming away into distance, signalling that I was alone again.

He can't even have one day off to spend time with me, can he?

I leaned against the cold moist window and watched the red car fading away into the dark horizon. My eyes travelled down to a raindrop that was rolling soundlessly down the glass, stopping at my blurred reflection. I wasn't smiling. I looked miserable.

"There's no need to get all moody." I told the reflection, feeling slightly dumb that I was talking to myself, but desperate to make the sad faced girl in front of me smile. "You have already been through this. Just get used to it. Everything is okay. Get yourself together."

Then a small visible smile spread across the girl's cheeks and I knew I'd be fine.

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With one foot hanging on the side, I plopped down on the blue velvet sofa in hope for finding something entertaining in the magazine that was scrunched up wildly in my right hand.

I was never a big fan of magazines, but I found them very helpful and friendly when I was alone in the house, wondering when Jungkook will return, stuffing hot chips into my mouth. It helped me forget about the reality for a while.

"I should totally buy that dress." I mumbled unconsciously as I hummed through the page.

Everything felt normal. Lazily mucking around on the sofa, flipping through fashion magazines, heaving the biggest sighs as ever -

And then the pain struck like a heavy bullet in my stomach.

I gasped in shock and breathed out shakily as my hands softly pressed down the upper corner of my stomach. My eyes closed shut, painful whimpers escaped through shivering lips, and cold sweats tingled down the back of my neck showing no mercy. This wasn't a shocking news though, for it happened almost everyday. I was quite used to it and every time this mysterious pain struck, I could do nothing but just wait until the pain fades away.

It seemed to last unusually longer today, but I decided to push that unhelpful thought aside that did nothing but just cause more concern.

"Shit-"