You Left Me Alone

***Jungkook's POV***

"Miss Seoyeon-ssi. Please, don't do it..." I panted towards her.

"Mr. Jeon!" Seoyeon said as she lowered her head.

"I know you must be feeling really upset and sad that Taehyung left you, but please, don't do it. Taehyung would not want to see you do this. Especially here at his grave," I said trying to calm her down.

She tried to break free from my grip, but I only held on tighter, scared she was going to do something again. She then broke into a sob and dropped the knife she was still holding in her right hand. I finally let go of her wrists and she brought her hands up to her face as she wept.

I hesitated. I didn't know what I should do. My arms that were in midair automatically made its way around her and I pulled her closer towards me. I hugged her as she cried on my shoulder. Her hands that were covering her face, soon made its way under my arms as she held me back. She hugged me tightly, as if desperate for someone to lean on and to comfort her.

"It's okay Miss Seoyeon-ssi. Cry as long and as much as you want. I'll be here for you."

***Taehyung's POV***

I finally found myself breathing properly again after Jungkook was able to stop Seoyeon. I was huffing and puffing heavily. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if anything happened to her. I watch the two hold one another and a small broken smile found it's way to my lips. It hurts to see her in another man's arms, but I was happy that it was in Jungkook's arms.

***Seoyeon's POV***

I could hear his heartbeat. It was beating fast and didn't seem to be slowing down. It felt nice to be held like this. I felt just like when I was in Taehyung's arms. I slowly opened my eyes as I took in his scent. It wasn't Taehyungie's scent.

When I finally came to my senses, I pulled away from the hug. Still sniffling, I asked "What are you doing here Mr. Jeon? I didn't know you knew Taehyung?"

"Oh, Taehyung? Um.. he is...uh.. he's... a friend of mine. He's a Hyung! Yeah.. uh.. a Hyung of mine," he stammered followed by an awkward laugh.

"I know most of Taehyung's friends, how come he's never mentioned you before?"

"Oh Taehyung and I are good friends, but I am always busy with work and never really got a chance to hang out with him often," And there was the awkward laugh again.

"I guess. I do see that your schedules are always full and you do go in and out of meetings a lot."

"Uh... yeah," Jungkook coughed and interrupted me.

"I think it's time for us to leave and um, I'll take that with me," Jungkook said as he took the knife that fell to the ground.

My face flushed red as I bit my bottom lip from embarrassment.

How embarrassing. Why did Mr. Jeon have to be here and see me earlier?

He got up first and held his hand out to me. I took his hand and he helped me up, but I felt as if my knees were going to give up on me so I slightly fell against Mr. Jeon's chest. This time his face blushed a light red. He awkwardly laughed again and held me by my arms to help support me. I shrugged off his hand and started walking towards my car. He ran to catch up with me and walked alongside me.

While leisurely walking back to our cars, I couldn't help but ask him.

"Um, you're not going to tell anyone are you, Mr. Jeon?"

"Don't worry. I won't. And you don't have to call me Mr. Jeon. Just call me by my name. Jungkook. Let me take you home."

"No thank you Mr. Jeo-... uh.. Jungkook. I drove here so I can drive myself home."

"So, when will you be back at work?"

"This coming Monday."

I stopped and turned towards Mr. Jeon.

"I'm sorry you had to see all that earlier. I don't know what I was thinking. I was so upset at how Taehyung left me so suddenly that I don't know what came over me. And I also want to thank you."

"It's okay. I'm glad I was there to help and was able to comfort you, even if it was just for a while."

"I'll see you on Monday then Miss Seoyeon-ssi," Mr. Jeon called out to me while he made his way to his car.

"Yes, Mr. Jeon," I replied while bowing to him. It didn't feel right calling him by his first name, so I decided to keep calling him Mr. Jeon.

I bit my lip and hoped that he will leave soon as my face was still red as a tomato. He got into his car and drove off. I got into my car as well and leaned back against my chair. I looked over to the passenger side where Taehyung would normally sit when I was driving.

Tears begin to build up in my eyes again as I turned my keys. The engine turned on and I hear Taehyung's voice singing through the speakers.

"kkwak jabajwo nal anajwo

Can you trust me, can you trust me,

can you trust me

kkwak kkeureoanajwo

kkwak jabajwo, nal anajwo

Can you trust me, can you trust me

jebal jebal jebal kkeureoanajwo"

I leaned into the steering wheel and cried my heart out as his deep soulful voices kept on singing to me.

How can I trust you when you left me alone?

To Be Continued...