Nine Months

Chapter 2

He woke up with a deadening headache but the hurting part was - he remembered it all.

He forced her.

Running in the empty house like a maniac, his heart as if beating in his throat. To his dismay, despite his desperate attempts, he couldn't find her in the bleak house.

Sitting on the chair, his face buried in his hands, he forcibly tucked his tears in.

The night he had wished for the most turned into a nightmare.

•••

"Heyyy Miss Haru, how was your night with the Jeon Jungkook?" Mia asked her close friend that just entered the cabin.

"It was good," the newcomer smiled.

"Obviously, you married your crush! The love of your life!" She overdramatically passed giving smug smirks to her friend.

"Can we focus on work? What shoot is it?" She subtly changed the topic.

"Looks like someone is shy?" Another beautiful woman entered, her hair like midnight black flowed down her shoulders, covering the outlines of her pale beautiful face.

"And please tell me you were careful of this little one," she sat on her knees, poking Haru's tummy, "yeah right?"

"Yes Yoona, can we just concentrate on work?"

"What a workaholic person you are really? I expected you to take a day off." Mia glanced at her with her nebulous, forest green eyes.

"All this later girls, Haru, today's the café scene. Hope you have memorized the lines?" The director entered the conversation.

"Yes director-nim, she is Haru! THE LEE HARU!! The perfectionist! You think she would have not?" Yoona chuckled.

She was an actress indeed.

•••

"Oh, Jungkook? I thought you won't come today!" Hoseok cheered as he saw the maknae entering the practice studio.

"Oh my God, Jungkook, you look tired," Taehyung cooed and later all laughed in a symphony. Except for two - Jimin, Namjoon.

As they all continued with their practices, a few times Jungkook had to face Jimin. The earlier too close friends turned into distant strangers. Jimin could not stand his presence and utterly despised him while Jungkook had no words that could rebuild their relationship on a good note.

While Namjoon refrained from entering into any conversation with the maknae.

As they all dispersed leaving Jimin and Jungkook in the room alone. Jimin hurriedly packed his stuff not wanting to have any kind of exchange, not even glances.

"Hyung," the younger mustered up the courage.

The elder ignored his call, placing the strap of his gym bag over his shoulder and pacing to leave till Jungkook caught him by the arm.

He yanked his grip, turning around to give a look of nothing but harsh feelings - disgust, anguish, hatred.

"Hyung, d-do you know where she is?"

The silver-haired smirked, letting his bag drop to the ground. Taking a step forward and looking into his eyes, "why? You said you love her? Now you don't even know her whereabouts?" His nostrils flared in anger.

Jungkook looked at his feet, his hands balled into a fist, so hard that his nails dug his palm and his knuckles went white.

"Jungkook, I warn you. Anything, and you're dead meat!" He warned picking up his bag and moving towards the exit.