Chaeyoung PoV

August is now ending. Fall is arriving, winter is coming and in no time, spring is blooming. 

I've watched Jungkook leave for work, arrive from work and do the pattern all over again. He was right, I don't see him a lot in the house. I rarely ever even talk to him. Only during the weekends when he's not going to work. 

There are times he and I ate meals together, most of the time it was breakfast. We watch news sometimes, I go to the grocery, he goes to the gym. We never had a healthy conversation. 

Sooyoung and Jennie-eonnie visited once, we didn't do anything except admire the whole house. I toured them around and showed them my newly planted vegetable garden. I wouldn't call it a garden, I placed them inside a box, just like the internet said. 

We didn't really do much. Just talking and updating each other. Jennie-eonnie said this looks like house arrest from her point of view. Sooyoung has been pestering me to make 'romance' happen between me and Jungkook. 

Obviously, that's not going to happen. 

It's busy Thursday, according to the digital calendar on the refrigerator. That means there's a lot of things to do in Jungkook's work because by the next month Chou Tzuyu, a famous Taiwanese model, will be coming over and endorsing the company. 

Not a busy Thursday for me, though. 

Lately, I feel left out. Jimin has been endlessly calling me and then there is this cute guy who moved in in front of the house. He looks familiar, I wanted to say 'hi' but the strict "no leaving the house" rule was still on. 

I miss Starbucks, I miss the mall, I miss the restaurants, I miss my job. 

Ah, so much has happened to me and yet I'm on this couch facing the big glass door, doing nothing. 

For what felt like an hour was actually only 10 minutes. The door bell rang and I didn't know what to do but by impulse, I stood up and checked the monitor by the door. It's the handsome guy who moved in front of the house. 

"Hello! I'm your new neighbor, I just wanted to give you something!" he smiled brightly. 

I quickly went outside and opened the gate. My, he's so handsome. He is the literal definition of "perfection". He smiled so brightly, my heart skipped a beat. 

He quickly bowed, "Hello, I'm Jung Jae Hyun, your new neighbor! I moved across the street so I wanted to give a little 'hello' present."

Jung Jae Hyun? That name sounds exactly like my old high school crush's name. I got curious. That couldn't be possible, right? I mean this is South Korea, there are so many people with the same last names and the same names. 

I received the present with my left hand and he smiled brightly, "May I know your name, Ms...?"

"I'm sorry to be rude but mind if I ask first?" I asked him. 

"Oh, uh...yes, sure, go ahead."

"Are you the Jung Jaehyun who punched Son Ah Min because he was harassing Kim Min Ju?" 

He looked around, "How did you know that? I could've sworn that there was no one who saw me do that. I didn't mean to actually, I would never do that but Minju needed help and she's my friend."

"Ah," I put out my hand for a shake. "I'm Park Chae Young, one of your Thesis Defense group mate." 

He pointed his finger to me, "Chaeyoung-ssi? You live in this house now? Oh, wow, it's been a long time!"

"Yeah, 4 years since high school and you look accomplished."

"I got promoted to director in J and P Associations," he informed. "But if I can recall, they said that the owner of this house is my boss? Sir Jeon Jung Kook is the one who should be living here."

I nodded, "Yeah, that idiot's parents and my parents bought this house under our names."

"Are you the Park Chae Young who is rumoured to have backed out of the business marriage of Sir Jeon?" 

"I didn't really back out but if I did, that would've been a dream," we both laughed. "Jaehyun-ssi, I know that we aren't really close and all but please don't tell anybody I'm living with your boss idiot. I'm begging you."

He looked confused, "May I ask why, though?"

I sighed, "I've got nowhere else to live and this place is legally mine too so, yeah. That's the long story short."

"Well, technically, you are my boss too. I'll zip my mouth," he said. "I'll get going now, see you around, Chaeyoung-ssi?"

"You too."

I closed the gate and entered the house. The only thing Jaehyun gave is a bunch of rice cakes.  

Then I promised to take a short nap, but it turns out I slept until 4 PM. My stomach was growling, and I decided to make my dinner. 

The television was screening this k-drama, starred by Lee Jong-Suk. It played at the background while I cook my dinner. Jungkook said he was going to be late today so I don't think I'll cook for him at all. 

If today is 'busy Thursday' then how come Jaehyun wasn't at work at like 12 in the afternoon? Aside from the fact that it's lunch time, people usually eat in the cafeteria or at restaurants near by the company. 

I eat peacefully while watching Lee Jong Suk do his prosecutor acting. Can't believe he doesn't look ugly on camera, I look like a monkey when I take selfies. 

The door just busts opens and a suitcase drops plus a big muscled idiot. I only looked at him then turned to the TV. The boundaries is included in our rules. No touching each other. 

Then Jungkook just groans on the floor and rolled from side-to-side. 

"Hey, if you're going to act like that, stop it. Be mature," I shouted. 

He groaned again and started to make noise that I couldn't quite understand. I turn off the television and walk to him then I pushed my foot on his back and kicked him lightly. 

"Get up, idiot," I scolded. 

"Aghhhh...just kill me..." he groaned and pulled on my pajamas from the floor. 

I backed away a bit, "Don't touch my clothes! Are you drunk?!"

He shakes his head. 

"Does 'busy Thursday' mean 'drunk Thursday?!" I shouted. 

He curled up, holding his stomach.

"Hey, are you alright?" I bent down and asked. 

After a few seconds, he got up on his own and took over the whole couch. I grabbed his suitcase and placed on a chair. He was holding his head and curled up. 

No doubt, the idiot is drunk. 

I walked to the kitchen to check on my phone what to do when a guy is drunk but when I sat down on the chair, Jungkook immediately sat up and stared at the big glass door. I got scared for a bit because I've never been in these kinds of situations. 

What was on my mind was calling Jimin but I can't do that. Calling Sooyoung meant the advice I'll be getting is seducing Jungkook. Jennie-eonnie and Jisoo-eonnie would say to leave him alone. 

Other than that, I had no other good people to call. 

"AHHH!!" he shouted with so much frustration. "God dammit!" 

I got off from my seat and hid below the chair, hoping he wasn't some kind of army-man maniac from the movie "Don't Breath". I hear him sniffling and crying so I got up to see if he's really alright. 

I took a deep breath and walked towards him. He didn't react at all so I sat down beside him, he didn't react again. I put my hand on his shoulder, he still didn't react. 

"Eomma?" he asked and I got shocked. 

How much bottles of soju can one actually take in? I heard that one bottle can make you really drunk, I've drank soju but I barely consume it. I can't even consume one shot. 

Jungkook lies down on my lap, with the throw pillow on the couch. He continues to cry. 

"I'm so tired, eomma," he cried. 

Huh?

"I can't do all this work, it's so frustrating." 

I pat his back slowly. 

"I just wanted to live a normal life," he cried and sniffed. "But then...I'm forced to do this because she doesn't want to do the same thing."

"Eomma...you said me and Chaeyoung would be a great team to handle this business. But you were soooooo wrong about that. She doesn't like what I do, she doesn't like me, she doesn't like herself. What should I even do to try and please her?" 

I fell in silence but I wanted to say something. 

"Why should I blame myself for ruining her when in the first place, we were both ruined and broken."

"She appreciates you, Jungkook," I said.

He shakes his head, "She doesn't, she doesn't. She's not that kind of person. She can't see that people around her can also feel hurt. She's not the only one who feels hurt. She can't see how much I want her to be with me and how much I want to hold her, how much I want to save her from that misery of hers. And now...they can't just take her away. Not from me."

I frowned, thinking that all his crying and wailing is because my parents has chosen that I take business school. 

Oh, maybe a bottle of soju would feel nice. 

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