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I got dressed and headed out to catch a cab, which took about 15 minutes to get me home. When I arrived, my dad was waiting for me, and there was a hint of sadness in his smile that made me feel uneasy. I couldn't help but ask, "Dad... Has Jungkook reached out to you?" He looked puzzled and replied, "What do you mean? No, he hasn't. Why would he contact me?"

I nodded, feeling a knot of worry in my stomach, and retreated to my room. Once inside, I couldn't shake the thought of where he might be. I flopped onto my bed and stared at the ceiling, a smile creeping onto my face as I thought of him. But then I sighed and rolled over to check his Instagram, only to find that his account was blocked. Confused, I unblocked it and saw he hadn't posted anything in over a week. I understood he must be busy, which is why I hadn't checked in sooner. Maybe he's just caught up with something important. With a heavy sigh, I changed my clothes and made my way downstairs to grab a bite to eat.

"Hey, Dad." He stood up from his chair and wrapped his arms around me in a warm embrace, holding on as if he was afraid I might disappear. When I pulled back to look at him, I noticed tears streaming down his face. "Dad, what's the matter?" I asked, concerned. "I'm going to miss you so much after your wedding, Heejin," he replied, his voice thick with emotion. I forced a smile, feeling a mix of sadness and confusion. *You'll miss me, and I still can't even find Jungkook.* "Don't worry, Dad. I promise I'll come to see you. There's no need to be upset," I reassured him, trying to lighten the mood.

He gave a small nod, and we settled down to have breakfast together. The atmosphere was a bit heavy, but I tried to focus on the moment, cherishing the time we had before everything changed. As we ate, I could sense the bittersweetness in the air, a reminder of the new chapter ahead. I wanted to comfort him, but I also felt a little lost myself, caught between my family and the uncertainties of my future with Jungkook. It was a strange mix of emotions, but I knew that no matter what, I would always make time for my dad.

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AFTER 3 DAYS :

"Hey Jimin, how's it going?" I asked, noticing the way he seemed a bit on edge after spotting me. He flashed a nervous smile and replied, "Oh hey, Heejin! What's up?" I could tell something was off, so I pressed on, "Not much, really. I was just curious if you've heard from Jungkook. I've been trying to reach him for three days, but he hasn't picked up." Jimin let out a light laugh, but it felt a bit forced. "If he hasn't reached out to you, what makes you think he'll get in touch with me?" I couldn't help but sigh in frustration. "He didn't even mention where he was headed or what he's busy with. His phone is off!"

Jimin shrugged and gave my shoulder a reassuring pat. "Don't stress about it. He'll show up eventually. Just trust him." Those words lingered in my mind as I stared at him, feeling a mix of hope and worry. "But where is he?" I asked, sensing the concern in his expression shift to something more serious. It was clear that we were both feeling the weight of Jungkook's absence, and the uncertainty of his whereabouts was starting to gnaw at us.

"I shouted, "Where is he?" as I clutched Jimin's hoodie tightly. He tried to break free, but I wasn't letting go. "Jimin, for the last time... where is he?" I pressed, desperation creeping into my voice. "I don't know! I told you, I have no idea!" he replied, frustration evident in his tone. In a moment of anger, I swung at him, but before I could make contact, a hand caught my fist. "Calm down, Heejin. You're only going to hurt yourself," came a voice that made me look up. It was Hong Kai, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of irritation. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at work?" I snapped, my emotions boiling over. I was losing it; my mind was racing, and all I could think about was him. I needed to see his face one last time to know he hadn't really left me.

As the frustration bubbled over, I started hitting Kai's chest in a fit of rage, but soon enough, I felt completely drained. I collapsed against him, burying my face in his chest as tears streamed down my cheeks. Jimin, witnessing my breakdown, took the opportunity to slip away, knowing it was their last day on campus. After today, he wouldn't be around anymore, and the thought of losing him too was unbearable. I was desperate to find out where he was, to grasp any chance of seeing him again before it was too late.

Kai grabbed my shoulder and pulled me up to the rooftop, where he made me sit down in a chair. As I settled in, a chilling thought struck me: "Never go near him. He'll hurt you, Heeji." Jungkook's warning echoed in my mind, causing me to instinctively shift away from Kai. I could feel my heart racing, and I stammered, "What's going on? Why did you bring me here?" Kai noticed my unease and stepped closer, his expression a mix of concern and confusion. "What happened-" he started, but I cut him off, my voice rising in panic. "WHY ARE YOU HERE, KAI?"

He took a small step back, clearly taken aback by my outburst. "Why are you acting like this?" he asked, his tone softening. I stood up, my instincts pushing me toward the exit. "I know where Jungkook is," I blurted out, stopping in my tracks. Kai's gaze sharpened, and he pressed on, "He told you to stay away from me, right?" I remained silent, my heart pounding in my chest. "He went to Seoul... forever," he continued, and I felt my world tilt as shock washed over me. Before he could say another word, I shoved him away, frustration boiling over. "What nonsense are you talking about? He can't leave me. He would never leave me. He loves me!"

My mind was racing, and I felt like I was losing my grip on reality when suddenly, Kai pulled me into a tight embrace. I struggled against him, my voice breaking as I shouted, "He can't... AAAAA!!! HE CAN'T!" I sank back down into the chair, overwhelmed. "He was talking to that... that witch when I overheard them," I confessed, my voice trembling. Kai gently stroked my hair, trying to soothe me. "I saw them together at the airport," he said quietly, and I looked up at him, searching for any sign of hope. "Don't take me wrong. I was just going to pick up my grandma when I spotted them." Tears streamed down my face as the reality of his words sank in. "So he really left me..." I whispered, and Kai wrapped an arm around me, offering what little comfort he could. "I'm really sorry for you... I used to adore you both so much," he said, and I got up.

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I dashed down the stairs and grabbed my bag from the locker before hopping on the closest bus that would take me home. As soon as I walked through the door, I spotted my parents sitting there. I said a quick hello and headed straight to my room without wasting any time. Once I was inside, I locked the door behind me and plopped down on my bed, covering my mouth with my hand to stifle the sobs. I didn't want anyone to hear me breaking down. "Why... why does he have to do this?" I whispered to myself, feeling the weight of it all. Eventually, exhaustion took over, and I drifted off to sleep, hoping to escape the pain for a little while.

I had just dozed off for about an hour when a knock on the door jolted me awake. Rubbing my eyes, I stumbled out of bed and unlocked the door, only to find my dad standing there with a concerned look on his face. "What's wrong, princess? You look so down," he said, and in that moment, I felt the dam break. I couldn't hold back the tears any longer; I threw my arms around him and sobbed, "Dad... He... He left me. Jungkook left me." My father's expression shifted to one of disbelief, clearly struggling to comprehend that the guy who had once adored his daughter could just walk away without a word.

Dad, I loved him so much... with everything I had. This heartbreak is unbearable. I just want him back. I was his everything," I managed to choke out between sobs. He gently interrupted me, placing my head against his chest, and whispered, "Shh... my princess doesn't deserve to cry." He wrapped his arms around me tightly, trying to shield me from the pain. "He shouldn't have done this," I murmured, still feeling the weight of betrayal. "Maybe he had his reasons," Dad replied softly. "Sometimes life pushes people to make choices they never thought they would."

I looked up at him, searching for answers. "But what could possibly justify leaving me?" He shrugged, a hint of sadness in his eyes. "I can't say for sure, sweetheart. But you can't let this consume you. Come downstairs and eat something." I shook my head stubbornly, "I'm fine. I'm not hungry." He took my arm gently, urging me, "Oh come on. You can't starve yourself over someone who's already gone." With that, he led me downstairs, determined to coax me back to some semblance of normalcy, even if just for a moment.

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I was gazing at him with flirty eyes, leaning in closer as he chatted away. It was daytime, and we were parked in the car when he started talking out of the blue. I couldn't help but keep my eyes on him, just inches apart when he suddenly paused, thinking I was after a kiss and leaning in. I pulled back slightly when I heard him whine, "I want a kiss." I shook my head to say no, but he leaned in again, and even though I moved back a bit, my gaze remained playful. Before I could pull away again, his lips were on mine, and we were kissing.

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Last night was a sleepless one for me, as memories of our time together flooded my mind. I couldn't shake off the image of him arguing with my mom, yet somehow, he always found a way to admire me from a distance. I remember those afternoons when he would pick me up from university, knowing exactly where to take me straight to the ice cream shop, because he just knew I had a craving. He understood the complicated relationship I had with my mother, and he was the one person I could confide in completely. After the one I loved the most walked away, I found myself tossing and turning, unable to find peace. It felt like he took a piece of my heart with him, leaving me questioning everything. Why did he leave? What did I do wrong? Was I not enough for him?

He was always the one to put me first, even if it meant skipping his important classes just to be with me. It was almost like he had a sixth sense for when I needed him, and he was always the first to apologize, no matter the situation. But when he suddenly vanished from my life, it hit me like a ton of bricks. I was left in disbelief, grappling with a wave of sadness that I couldn't shake off. As the days turned into weeks, I found myself spiraling into a deep depression. Everything around me began to shift; I felt like I was losing touch with reality. I started to pull away from everyone, isolating myself from friends and family. I stopped reaching out to anyone, choosing instead to bury myself in work and distractions, hoping to keep my mind occupied and away from the pain.

Keeping busy became my coping mechanism, a way to avoid confronting the heartache that lingered. I filled my days with tasks and responsibilities, convincing myself that if I stayed occupied, I wouldn't have to think about him or the void he left behind. But no matter how hard I tried, the memories would creep back in, reminding me of what I had lost. It was a constant battle between wanting to remember the good times and wishing I could forget the hurt. I felt trapped in a cycle of grief, longing for the connection we once had while also feeling the weight of his absence. Each day was a struggle, and I couldn't help but wonder if I would ever find a way to heal from this heartbreak.

As always, I was just trying to enjoy my day when a group of girls decided to invade my space, chatting loudly enough for me to catch every word. It was clear they wanted me to overhear their gossip. One of them started talking about a well-known couple on campus, mentioning how the guy had left his girlfriend for someone else. She went on to say how sad it was that the girl had isolated herself, thinking her boyfriend was all she needed. I could feel my irritation bubbling up, and before I knew it, I was on my feet, striding over to them. "Can you mind your own business?" I shot back, and their surprised expressions only fueled my frustration.

One of the girls looked at me, feigning innocence. "Excuse me, are you talking to me? What did I do?" I couldn't help but laugh at her audacity. "What did you do? You're gossiping about me, and now you're acting clueless?" I stepped closer, my voice low but firm. "Talking loudly on purpose is more than enough for me to know exactly what you're up to." She smirked, trying to play it cool. "Oh really? I was just wondering why Jungkook left you. Now that I see you, I get why he would want to escape." Before she could finish her thought, I slapped her across the face, leaving a mark that mirrored my anger.

"I might come off as rude, but at least I don't break hearts while meddling in other people's lives," I said, my voice steady. Just then, our teacher walked in, clearly having overheard the commotion. "Hey, how dare you speak to Heejin like that? Apologize to her right now!" The girl stumbled over her words, trying to defend herself. "Miss, it's not what it seems. She's just overreacting." But I cut in, "It's fine, teacher. I don't need her apology. Just tell her to keep her nose out of my business." With that, I gathered my things and headed to the library, needing some space to think. After a few hours, I left the campus and spotted a car parked outside with 'Advocate' on the license plate. I sighed, recognizing the driver. "Hong Kai..." He greeted me with a smile, inviting me to sit. I knew arguing was pointless, so I settled into the passenger seat, staring out at the scenery as my thoughts swirled.

Why do you always insist on giving me a ride? He was tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, humming a tune, but paused when he caught my question. "Well, it's because you're my buddy," he replied with a grin. I raised an eyebrow, and he met my gaze, both of us sharing a moment of understanding. His smile was bright and infectious, while mine was more subdued, but it felt good to share that lighthearted moment.

The rest of the drive was quiet, and when we finally pulled up to my house, I invited him in for a bit.

I rang the doorbell, and my mom opened the door, her expression filled with concern. "Oh Kai, come in and join us for dinner," she urged. He politely declined, shaking his head. "No thanks, Aunty. I've got a case to crack. See you later!" He turned to me, giving a playful wave and blowing me a kiss before heading off. I chuckled softly, shaking my head as I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. My dad was already gone for work, leaving just my mom and me. "Make sure you come home soon; your dad worries about you, and I don't have any answers for him," she said, a hint of annoyance in her tone. I nodded, not wanting to stir up any arguments, and headed to my room.

Life had taken a turn for the mundane and monotonous. I found myself feeling lifeless, lacking the spark that once defined me. The cheerful Heejin I used to be seemed like a distant memory, replaced by someone who felt completely transformed. Although I thought of Kai as a friend, I struggled to fully trust him, grappling with my own trust issues that had developed over time. Sleep became a luxury I could no longer afford; I cut back on my rest, and honestly, I just couldn't find peace at night. My mind raced with thoughts, turning me into a quiet observer of my own life. It's incredible how the absence of a certain person can profoundly alter who you are. It's a real eye-opener!

AFTER SEVEN YEARS :
YEAR 2024 :

It's been seven years, and there's still no word from you. I let out a laugh, wondering why I was even thinking about him. My gaze fell on the prom picture hanging on my wall, a bittersweet reminder of our time together. We were the prom king and queen, but walking up to that stage alone to collect the photo was one of the hardest moments for me. Tears welled up in my eyes, and even though I had friends who supported me, the one person I truly wanted by my side was missing. He was the one I cherished the most, the love of my life.

I graduated four years ago and now work as a lawyer at the Busan high court. While I'm still finding my footing in this profession, I did finish at the top of my class. It was Jungkook's dream to see me achieve that, and it stings to think he wasn't there to celebrate with me. The truth is, no matter how hard I try, I just can't bring myself to hate him. My heart still holds onto that love, and it feels impossible to let go.

Every day starts the same for me, slipping into my favorite black coat and slipping on those shiny black heels that always make me feel a bit more put together. I tie my long hair back into a ponytail, giving myself one last look in the mirror before heading downstairs. It's a little ritual that helps me feel ready to face whatever the day throws at me, even if it's just another day at home.

As I made my way down, I greeted my mom, but her response was as flat as ever. "Come and eat your breakfast," she said, and I nodded, grabbing a steaming cup of coffee. It was scalding hot, so I set it down on the counter to cool off a bit. "You're losing your mind day by day that you don't even know how to drink coffee," she remarked, rolling her eyes. I chose to ignore her jab and focused on my food instead. Then she hit me with a question about my ex, the one I've tried so hard to forget. "Did you find out where he is?" she asked, and I felt my frustration boil over. "I've told you a million times, I don't know who he is. Don't say his name in front of me," I snapped, but she just laughed it off, poking at old wounds.

In a moment of anger, I shot back, "Why don't you talk about your husband?" The playful tone vanished from her face, replaced by a serious look. "Behave, Lee Heejin," she warned, but I couldn't hold back. "Where's your Jungkook, huh? The one who promised to whisk you away? It's been seven years, and I still have to see your ugly face. Sometimes I wish you were never born." In my rage, I slammed my hand down, sending my coffee cup crashing to the floor. "Where is he now? The same guy you were so proud of, the one who made all those promises? He just left you. How does that feel? You've been unlucky since the day you were born, believe me." Tears welled up in my eyes as I stormed out of the house, feeling the weight of my words and the pain they carried.

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"Miss Heejin, it seems like you're a bit distracted today." I was seated in the judge's office when he called my name. "If there's anything bothering you, feel free to bring it up." I gave a slight nod, trying to keep my composure. "Honestly, there's nothing specific I want to discuss. I'm just dealing with some family issues at the moment, that's all." The judge acknowledged my response with a nod of his own. "I have a case for you. A woman is seeking a divorce because her husband has been unfaithful. You'll be representing her." I nodded again, feeling the weight of the responsibility. "Please have her come to my office; I'll need to ask her a few preliminary questions." With that, I left his office, my mind already racing with thoughts about the case.

As I made my way out, my phone rang, causing me to pause. "Ms. Heejin," I heard a familiar voice and turned to see Kai approaching. "Oh, hey Kai... What's going on?" He looked downcast. "Not much, just feeling a bit down." Concern washed over me. "What's wrong?" He let out a heavy sigh. "I'm moving to Seoul." My heart sank as memories of our time together flooded back. I simply nodded, feeling a mix of emotions. He placed his hands on my shoulders, trying to comfort me. "I didn't mean to upset you. If you want, I can talk to him and figure out what went wrong." I quickly shook my head. "No, please don't. I really don't want to hear about him." He took a moment before suggesting, "Alright, let's forget about it... How about some coffee?" I chuckled softly and agreed, and together we stepped out of the courthouse, leaving the weight of the day behind us.

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Life has taken a dramatic turn for me over the past few years, and I can honestly say I've changed in ways I never thought possible. My once vibrant nature has dulled, and the smile that used to light up my face has faded into nothingness. It feels like my heart has stopped beating, leaving me cold and expressionless. The nights drag on like a never-ending nightmare, and mornings are just a continuation of that torment. I used to be someone who couldn't bear to be apart from her for even an hour, yet here I am, seven long years without her. It's hard to fathom how I could let this happen, especially knowing she was always there for me. If only she understood my reasons, maybe she wouldn't have let me go, but I find myself wanting to feel helpless. Life has forced me to walk away from the one person I cherished above all else.

Now, as I sit at the dining table in my office attire, eating breakfast alone, the discomfort is almost unbearable. How do I even begin to express how much I miss her? How can I show her the depth of my affection when I fear she may not feel the same way anymore? It's a painful thought, but I can't shake the feeling that she's no longer part of my destiny. Despite achieving what I set out to do-landing a great job, accumulating wealth, and becoming the manager of a prestigious company in Korea, second only to my grandfather's legacy-I find it all meaningless without her by my side. I still regret leaving her, and she occupies my thoughts every single day. I can only hope that, somewhere deep down, she still remembers me.

"Jungkook, where are you lost in thought?" I glanced up to find my mom sitting next to me, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. I couldn't help but smile and shook my head, replying, "Nowhere, why do you ask, Mom?" Her excitement was palpable as she leaned in closer, revealing, "Your grandfather has been considering making you the CEO of his company." My coffee cup came to a sudden halt on the table as I turned to her, disbelief etched on my face. "What are you talking about, Mom?" She placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder, explaining, "After his older son betrayed him, he's been feeling really down. Plus, he appreciates your work ethic, so why not?" I felt a wave of uncertainty wash over me.

The opportunity to rise in life was right in front of me, yet I couldn't shake off the hesitation. My grandfather had never shown much interest in my father, always favoring his older son, who had betrayed him and tragically passed away in a car accident with his family. This sudden shift in his attention felt unsettling, and I couldn't quite put my finger on why. Just as I was lost in my swirling thoughts, a knock at the door jolted me back to reality. I looked up to see my grandfather standing there, his presence commanding yet somehow vulnerable, and I braced myself for what was to come.

"Jungkook, I realize I've messed up with you all, and I want to explain myself. I was influenced by some negative thoughts from my older son, who painted a pretty grim picture of you guys. Being the workaholic that I am, I never really took the time to connect with you. But I'm genuinely trying to turn things around now, and I hope you can see that. I believe you would be a great fit for what I'm proposing, so I really hope you'll consider my offer."

I smiled and gave him a nod, which felt like a small victory. "Grandpa, why are you still standing? Come sit with me," i said, inviting him to join me. He took a seat next to me, and we started chatting, easing into a more comfortable space. "Alright, so how about you join the company next week?" He suggested, feeling optimistic about the future.

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Today, my dad was returning from Seoul while I was holed up in my room, wrapping up the final details of my case. I had to be in court tomorrow as a lawyer, and it felt like a lot of pressure. Kai had already headed to Seoul, leaving me here all by myself, and I couldn't help but feel a bit down about not having anyone else to hang out with besides him. He was such a great friend, always there to lift my spirits and keep me company. I found myself missing him more than I expected. Lost in my thoughts, I suddenly heard my dad's voice from downstairs, and I dashed down to greet him. Before my mom could get to him, I threw my arms around him in a tight hug that nearly knocked the wind out of him. Honestly, I really missed him this time like, a lot.

Hey, how's it going, Dad?" I asked, but he just shrugged his shoulders in response. "Not much happening. Our company is getting a new CEO. Jeon Seujoon's grandson is stepping into the role," he explained. I nodded, getting a sense of the weight on his shoulders. "You must be really worn out," I said, and he nodded, a little pout forming on his lips. Then he leaned in closer, hands cupped around his mouth as if sharing a secret, and whispered, "Did your mom behave herself?" I glanced over at her and shook my head, sensing his disappointment at her behavior towards me. "I'm really sorry about that. If you ever want to come with me, just say the word," he offered, but I quickly declined. "No, Dad. I'm okay here. I really don't want to go." He let out a sigh, trying to reassure me, "If it's because of him, don't worry; I'll have your back." I shook my head again, insisting, "I'm fine, Dad." He smiled at me, and I managed to return a weak smile in response.

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It was just another typical day at the office when I finally let out a sigh of relief. After what felt like an endless stretch of work, I had completed all my tasks and could finally take a break. I had planned a week-long vacation, but first, I needed to ensure that all my pending work was submitted to the judge. This meant I had to send out emails to everyone involved, requesting a delay in the case so I could enjoy some much-needed rest. As I sank back into my chair, a wave of freedom washed over me, knowing that I had earned this time off.

While everything seemed to be going smoothly at work, my personal life felt increasingly overwhelming. My mother had been persistently bringing up the topic of my marriage to Kai, and although I didn't have any objections, my heart just wasn't ready for that kind of commitment. It was during this moment of reflection that I overheard my parents arguing about my proposal to Kai, and the tension in the air was palpable.

FLASHBACK :

As I stood outside my mother's room room, I couldn't help but overhear a conversation that would change everything. "Did you hear? Kai sent a marriage proposal for Heejin. I think it's time for her to settle down," my dad said, his voice echoing in my ears. I hadn't intended to eavesdrop; I was merely on my way to the kitchen for a glass of water when I caught wind of my name. The shock of his words left me speechless, and all I could think was, "How could he do this to me?" The phone was on speaker, allowing me to hear my dad's stern response as he insisted, "Decline it. I don't want that proposal." My mother, clearly confused, tried to reason with him, suggesting they hadn't even consulted me yet. But my father interrupted her, adamant that she would refuse as well. It was clear he had a strong dislike for Kai, and it made me wonder why no one was willing to explain their reasons to me.

Unable to contain my emotions any longer, I burst into the room, demanding to know why they were so against the idea. "You need to tell me your reasons; otherwise, I might just say yes to him," I declared, my heart racing. "I don't want this marriage. I'm not ready." With those words, I stormed out, my breath coming in shaky gasps as I pressed my hand against my chest, feeling the weight of my emotions. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I trembled, overwhelmed by a sense of betrayal. For seven long years, Jungkook had been the one I thought would marry me, yet here I was, faced with a proposal from someone who had always cherished our friendship. It felt like a cruel twist of fate, and the pain of it all was almost unbearable.

FLASHBACK ENDS

As I was lost in my own thoughts, the familiar aroma of coffee suddenly filled the air, pulling me back to reality. I glanced up and was taken aback to see the very person I had been wishing to avoid. I quickly composed myself, trying to mask my surprise, and feigned a look of shock. "Kai... What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice betraying a hint of disbelief. He smirked slightly, "You're not happy to see me?" I shook my head, feeling a mix of confusion and irritation. "No... Umm... I actually... I didn't expect to run into you here. I thought you were still in Seoul."

"I left Seoul for you," he replied, his tone serious. "I hope you've heard the news about the proposal."

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SNEAK PEAK

"Dad, I've made up my mind to marry Kai. Why can't you just accept that?". I felt a wave of frustration wash over me." You can't just walk away from the person you love the most" . I couldn't help but scoff at his response. "The love of my life? The guy who chose someone else over me?" My dad let out a heavy sigh and rubbed his forehead, clearly feeling the weight of the conversation. He tried to reason with me, saying, "It's not as simple as you think. I want you to marry a good man, Heejin, but don't throw away your future with someone who isn't right for you. You'll be surrounded by people here, but with him, you might end up feeling alone. You know that he's an orpha-" I interrupted him, my voice firm, "I'm getting engaged to Kai, and that's final." With that, I ended the call, my head drooping in despair as the sound of my sobs filled the empty room.

"The company manager needed to be alongside the secretary, Mr. Lee." I felt a bit embarrassed, holding the bouquet in my hand as I waited for our new CEO to arrive on his first day. "With all our hearts, we welcome our new CEO, Mr. Jeon Jungkook," the secretary announced. As the applause erupted around me, I accidentally let the bouquet slip from my grasp, and it tumbled to the floor. Jeon Jungkook....... He's here..

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