While Jaison, Mujin and Mrs.Kim were trying their level best to help Akira heal faster in that three months span there were a few people who were on cloud nine.
They were happy not because Akira was safe and out of danger but because they thought that they were safe. They were expecting Jaison and Mujin to do something but their anticipation was crashed along with the fear of getting caught. It was like the accident didn't happen in the first place or no one ever considered it to be more than an accident. They felt like the victory was their's.
Hours turned into days, days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months but nothing happened. No one came to question them, nothing suspicious happened.
"You know, I can atleast expect Jaison to let this go but....Mujin?" Yoona spoke with uncertainty in her voice. She sat back into the chair and sipped the wine.
"You're sad that they let this go?" Mirae asked in disbelief.
"No. Its not that. Just...." She trailed off thinking deeply.
"Anyway, did you find any whereabouts of that woman?" Mirae sat across Yoona's desk. She kept one leg over the other as she clasped her hands on the table.
They had been trying hard to find Amrita but she was nowhere to be found. They were able to track down the car but it was empty. Yoona instructed her men to destroy the car and leave no traces behind. They were able to capture a glimpse of the lady in a few CCTV cameras but when her men reached the place she fled away from the scene.
Yoona was able to get her out of jail with her money but if that woman does another crime it will cause an impact on her as well. She was scared that if Amrita does something out of impulse it would drag her name with it.
It was already unsettling for her to believe that a person like Mujin let this go but as the time passed her fear slowly reduced into thin air. Mirae on the other hand was completely carefree. She was definitely irritated that Akira survived the crash but happy that she wasn't important enough for Jaison to investigate the incident even if it was a hit and run. She atleast expected him to find the person who did it and make him pay but guess what? He didn't bother to even go to police station to file a report. Mirae grinned at the thought.
I know Jaison. No one can take my place in your life. Absolutely no one!
"What are you grinning at?" Yoona asked with a frown decorating her face.
"Nothing." Mirae rolled her eyes.
Bitch just had to interrupt the sweet thoughts of my baby.
"Wait? Were there any CCTV cameras around the accident site?" Yoona mumbled. Even if no one was going to investigate but she still had to get rid of every possible evidence. She picked up the landline, dialing a number. She mumbled something into the phone before hanging up.
"What if there were? Chill, girl. Can't you see Jaison is the least bothered person about this?" Mirae huffed.
Yoona blankly stared at her. The girl sitting infront of her definitely couldn't be the one Jaison fell in love with.
"Its not just about that. I can't let anything affect my work. Nothing regarding that accident should be connected to me. If dad gets to know somehow I'm done for." Yoona gripped her forehead imagining her father's disappointed face.
The landline rang making Yoona flinch. She sighed and quickly picked it up.
"Are there any- There are?- Check the footage- Did anyone before you asked for it?- No?- Fine.- Make sure to erase it." Hanging up the phone she sighed deeply in relief. Now no one would find out the truth.
"Told you to relax." Mirae shrugged her shoulders. Yoona lifted her head slightly to glare at her.
The person standing outside Yoona's office sighed and gently closed the door. Hearing everything that wasn't supposed to be heard the person slowly walked away from the office.
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"Jaison, someone removed the CCTV." The person spoke through the phone. Jaison stilled for a moment before continuing to spread peanut butter on the bread slice. He hummed in response before hanging up. He kept the phone on the counter.
"Let- let me do it, Sir." Ms.Ara approached the man who was deep in thought. The calmness he radiated a moment ago was long gone.
"No. I'll do it." He wanted to do everything himself. Everything related to her. In the span of three months he had watched a number of videos about cooking but simply watching wasn't going to make him a masterchef. Unlike him, Mujin was a great cook. He enjoyed cooking and did make a lot of healthy dishes for Akira. She ate all of them with glee. Returning back home Jaison could finally experiment his learning and for the first few trys it was a disaster but he didn't give up. He practiced a lot but didn't make Akira taste the food. He wanted her to taste his best dish. So, all the leftover food was fed to street dogs. Even the street dogs once refused to eat his handmade food. As time passed by they started eating. That was a win for him.
He pressed another slice on the previous one and began cutting the edges. He wanted to make her eat atleast something that was made by him, be it peanut butter on bread. The point was he was the one who put the peanut butter on the bread, so technically he made it. He scoffed at his own thoughts.
Arranging atleast three to four slices more he began walking towards their bed room ignoring the lady.
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Mujin pressed onto the brakes abruptly. The car stopped with a jerk making his body bend forward due to inertia. He did not bother to park the car and quickly made his way out. He threw the car keys to the security guard and ran inside the building. The guard was bewildered but was able to catch the keys. He turned to the car and excitedly ran to it. Who would let the chance to sit in an expensive car slip away?
Mujin pressed the button multiple times but the lift was too slow for him. His mind was running a marathon. He groaned loudly and ran to take the stairs instead. Reaching the destination he rang the bell multiple times. His body was sweaty as he breathed heavily to take in larger amount of oxygen. He could feel the cramps slowly building up in his muscles.
The person on the other side opened the door to the apartment. Mujin was about to say something but stopped at the sight of someone he wasn't expecting.
Ms.Ara had opened the door instead of Jaison.
His huffing stopped as his face morphed into a stoic one. He blankly stared at the lady.
Before the lady could even greet him, he beat her to it.
"Where's Jaison?" A chill went down her spine at how cold he sounded.
"Uhm, he is in the bedroom. Its Mrs.Kim's feeding time." Mujin nodded his head and walked past the woman.
He could hear her sweet giggles on the other side of the door. He composed himself and took a deep breath in before gently knocking on the door. On receiving a 'come in' from Jaison he entered the room.
"Who was it Ms- Park?"
Mujin took a moment to take in the room. The last time he entered Jaison's bedroom was when he was in depression and was about to take his life. Mujin wouldn't leave his side for a second. At that time, the room was competely dull and gloomy. It had no homely feeling to it, it felt more like a hotel room.
So much had changed. One of the walls was coloured with bright colours with small paintings here and there. The paintings weren't professional, they were made by Jaison and Akira together but they were still beautiful to look at. There were so many pictures hanging around the room. It finally felt like home.
Mujin's attention was grabbed by Jaison's second call to him. He snapped out of his thoughts and walked towards the bed. Akira was sitting with the support of the head rest with a blanket covering her legs while Jaison sat on the blanket with his legs crossed. He fed her another bite.
"How are you, Buttercup?" Mujin asked as he crouched down.
"I'm absolutely fine. You guys are the ones who think I've still not recovered." She spoke cutely while chewing. The men Lovingly stared.
"Your body is still weak, Ms. Wonder Woman. No working and studying till you're back to normal." Jaison said sternly feeding her another bite.
"He's right." Mujin chuckled when Akira glared at him.
"You just proved that you'll always side with him." Akira said dramatically.
"Thats not true. If he's wrong I'm the first person to thrash him." Mujin said proudly.
"Yeah, yeah. Like I will believe you." She jokingly rolled her eyes. It was actually hard for her to believe that. She never saw them fighting or even be on bad terms." You'll always put him first." She said seriously, admiring the bond that they shared.
"That I can't deny." Mujin mumbled under his breath.
"No talking while eating." Akira glared at Jaison. He was literally treating her like a five year old." What brings you here, Park? You seemed to be in a hurry." Jaison asked. The constant ringing of the bell and his disoriented figure made him question.
Mujin's face turned blank as he realised the reason for his sudden visit." Oh, its just work stuff. Can I talk to you?....Alone." The texture of the bed sheet was really inviting for Akira at the moment. She did not want things to be awkward so she pretended to not hear him as she played with the sheets.
Jaison looked back and forth between Akira and Mujin before he stood up. It must be something related to the accident. He collected the plate and planted a kiss on her head before leaving the room along with Mujin.
Mujin made sure the room was closed before he dragged Jaison to his study. Closing the door behind he took his phone out.
"What is it, Park?" Jaison was confused by his behaviour. Mujin looks up meeting the confused, anticipating eyes. He put his phone forward. The familiar car came into sight. It was a screenshot of the CCTV footage zoomed to the car's number plate.
"The car that hit Akira that day....." He paused."...it belongs to Ms.Ara."
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