Good, that's the last thing that was left to happen. I kicked the car, it suddenly stopped working in the middle of this unknown highway. I don't even know where my car stopped.

"Damn, kookie," I muttered, "Pick up the call."

The call just beeped and hung up. Looks like there is no network around. I sat back inside my car, my head leaning on the steering wheel. It's annoying and creepy.

I don't think I can change the tire by myself alone. But, at least I'll just try. You can do it, Y/n. I climbed out of the car, and quickly my eyes fell on a car approaching me. Looks like luck is with me.

I waved for the car owner to stop, it parked on the side and I approached the car. It is a black sleek Mercedes, the owner lowered the window. "Hey, miss..." He said, his voice rough and husky.

He has black hair, long locks of his black silky shiny hair with a light brown color of his skin shining in the dim moonlight, and then his eyes, a perfect pair of brown hazel stars. He's handsome overall.

"I need a lift to the gas station, my car's tire burst out," I replied, trying to sound polite.

His lips pressed into a thin line, thinking. He nodded in response, unlocking the side door for me. I got in. I know it's not good to take help from anyone you find on the highway, but it's also creepy to stay out alone.

"What's your name, miss?" he asked, his voice gentle and calm.

"It's Jeon Y/n," I replied with my correct surname. "Oh, the wife of Jeon Jungkook?" he clarified.

"Yes," I nodded in response. "What's your name?"

"It's Lee Jihyun," he replied with a gentle smile.

Wait, how does he know about Jungkook? And his wife? Why does it suddenly feel so uneasy? I let it go and pushed it out of my mind, trying to focus on the running scenery out the window.

"Well, you must be wondering how I know about Jungkook," he suddenly spoke, as if sensing my curiosity. "I read an article about his wife proposing to him after getting drunk," he emphasized the last word 'drunk'.

My cheeks turned red, that's all happened because of Jimin oppa. He said he was going to handle me but he left me like a stray dog when I was drunk. That was all embarrassing, but endearing too. That became an unforgettable memory of how I confessed my feelings to him.

"Blushing, miss?", He whispered, his tone low, eyes focused on the road.

"No no, that's just cold here," I replied, he chuckled lightly and heartily at my response.

"I see," he murmured before pulling up the car in front of the gas station, "You can get a mechanic from here, miss,"

"Thank you," I thanked him politely, he nodded in response with a smile, "You're welcome,"

He drove off, the same smile plastered on his lips. I walked inside the gas station, looks like it's going to rain soon, the sky is coated with a grey blanket of clouds right now.

I walked inside the shop area, the wall hangings clanging with each other making sounds. I have to make a phone call over the telephone, the receptionist standing there gave me a glance and greeted me, "How can I help you, ma'am?"

"I need to make a phone call, and also need some snacks," I requested politely.

"Sure," he forwarded the telephone considering my request. I dialed Jungkook's phone number, and after some beeps, it was answered, "Who is it?" He sounded so cold yet dangerous.

"It's me," I replied, "Jeon Y/n."

I could hear him chuckle from the other side, "Yes, Jeon Y/n, but where are you now?"

"I'm at a gas station near a highway," I replied, my lips curved into a pout, "My tire burst out on the way."

"That's it, I was worried sick," he sighed, "I'm coming, don't leave the gas station," he said, his voice commanding.

"Hm," I replied and cut the call. I thanked the receptionist and bought myself a packet of chips and soda. I sat down at a nearby table and started checking through my phone.

There is still no signal on my phone. The bell rings once again, indicating someone entering the shop. I turn my head, looking back over my shoulder. I saw the same guy, Lee Jihyun, entering the cafe.

He is talking with the receptionist and suddenly he looks at me and flashes me a smile. He takes a step forward towards me, I smile back in response and turn my face to the front, looking at the chips in my hand.

"Haven't you found any mechanic yet?" he asks, pulling up a chair in front of me and taking a seat, "Not yet, I called my husband to come over and pick me."

"Oh, I see," he replies, his lips curved into a soothing smile, "My friend is coming here to this gas station, so I had to turn back and come here again," he explains.

"Oh," I exclaimed, "Want some?" I offer him some potato chips, he shakes his head and says, "Thank you, but I'm fine."

I nod and continue digging into my chips, the silence grows heavier with each passing movement until he decides to break the silence by starting a conversation again, "So, where are you from?"

"Currently living in Seoul," I reply, "Moving to France next week."

"Oh, that's a nice idea," He exclaims, "I live in America, just arrived here some weeks ago to check on a matter."

"Oh," I exclaimed, I'm not much interested in talking to him. I look outside through the glass wall and saw a familiar car pulling up outside the gas station, and here he is.

I stand up from my seat, "My husband is here," I exclaimed and grabbed my purse from the side table. He nodded, his gaze shifted to Jungkook who quickly rushed inside the shop.

"Aish, honey," he pulled me in a hug, "You made me worried."

"I left the car on the highway," I said, my expression sad. He looked down at me pulling away from the hug, "That's okay, I'll send the guard to pick up the car and get it fixed."

"Oh, long time no see," a voice came from the back, belonging to Lee Jihyun. I turned to give him a look and glanced back at Jungkook. Jungkook turned his face towards me and his arm wrapped around me protectively.

"Oh, same here," Jungkook replied, with no glint of softness in his voice. It was harsh and bitter, "Long time no see, Jihyun."

"You know each other?", I asked, confused. Jungkook glanced down at me and we both said at the same time, "Yes, of course."

"How?" I inquired. Jungkook chuckled, holding my chin and shaking my face side to side, and said, "He's my college friend."

"Jungkook," I whined, "let go of my chin."

"Oh, I'm keeping my hands off you," he said, a mischievous smile on his lips as he let go of my chin and stood a little away.

"He's the one who gave me a lift to this gas station," I said to Jungkook. He nodded and glanced back at Jihyun. Approaching Jihyun, he put a hand on his shoulder, "Thank you," he said.

They were both busy talking and chatting about their college days, about how mischievous, spoiled, and bratty they were. I was bored and felt completely outcast. I sighed heavily.

"I'm tired. I want to go home," I exclaimed. Jungkook's gaze shifted towards me and he gave me a signal to stay silent. I was so done with him. I grabbed his car keys. "I'm going."

He grabbed my wrist, stopping me from going. "How am I supposed to travel?" he asked. I smiled mischievously and yanked his grip off my wrist. "You have two legs. You can walk home."

Jihyun laughed at my actions, "Is sister-in-law always like this?"

"Maybe," Jungkook exclaimed. He was supposed to say 'no' not 'maybe'. I rolled my eyes at their comments and walked out of the shop, "Better be home before dawn," I warned before getting in the car.

As I inserted the key, the engine roared to life. I pressed on the accelerator and drove off. Great. I left my husband alone with his friend. Great. How am I even supposed to be a good wife?

Author's Note:

Here, I wrote a long chapter this time. Please comment your suggestions, and for the next part, I want 102k reads on the book.

To be continued

~ Kookie