-Na Eun pov-

Somehow, I really miss him. It has been a week since I last saw him. 

Today is my 2nd week working together with Jimin as his translator. 

He seemed like a profesional entertaining clients who spoke of different languages, and does not allow any barrier between them, despite many of their differences. Many of the times, Jimin does not even need me to help translate certain statements, as he could clearly understand them on his own.

We've all grown up. We're no longer kids, we're adults now.

I seemed a little worn out as days pass by, and all I could worry about is just Jungkook.

"You're done for today Na Eun, you can go home.." Jimin smiled at me.

"I barely translated any statements today though." I shrugged.

"No, you've done much as you could do. You seemed really out of it today anyways, just go home and get some rest alright?" Jimin stood up and pat my head.

Yeah certainly. A lot of things has been on my mind nowadays. 

Both of the only friends I have is more successful in life than I can ever be, and I'm extremely worried about Jungkook, whom I have not heard from for days.

Sometimes, I really want to turn back time and take back the choices I made. 

I'm always like this, being reckless with the choices I make, only to fret over it and regret later.

"You could always call him. Both of you saved each other's contact right?"

I took out my phone and checked.

"I need to go to the washroom for a moment." I mumbled and closed the door behind me.

I ran to the nearest toilet and locked myself in one of the stalls.

Finally, I let go of all the tears I have been holding back. 

Looking at the contact picture again,

I touched the pictureand cried harder.

"If you let him go, he might not come back anymore."

It's hard... It's so difficult. I want to die so badly.

Why can't just anything go right for the both of us? When can we ever have a chance to love again? I shouldn't have left him that day, so that we would still continue to love each other as if nothing had happened. 

I put my phone back into my pocket and went to wash my face. 

"I should really go home..."

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I walked back to the meeting room to retrieve my bag, and possibly inform Jimin that I am really going home.

Placing my hand on the doorknob, I was about to twist it when I heard a familiar voice inside.

"You could come with me to a dinner party this weekend. I heard Mr Yoon would be there, and we could use the chance to get close to him. And possibly we could use some chances to lure him in."

"As in? What are we suppose to do?"

My hair stood up and I released the door knob.

Jungkook... is there.

"We could use a chance to negotiate with him. I can possibly sacrifice my hotel project in exchange for the marriage of