ʙᴛꜱ ᴀᴍʙᴡ ᴏɴᴇ-ꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ, ꜱᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ꜱᴛᴏʀɪᴇꜱ | ʙᴛꜱ x ᴏᴄ

~The one where they drifted apart pt.2 (KSJ)~

"We can't keep doing this, Jin." Ingrid panted, rolling off of him. She flops back on her mattress beside of him, the both of them stark naked and out of breath. Jin wipes his brow of sweat, shutting his eyes.

  "I know..." He mumbled. But God, he couldn't help himself. You don't see your soulmate for years...! You've convinced yourself time and time again that it's over and that you have to move on, and it would always hurt to do so. It never felt right to move on because what if things led back to this? What if there was the very slim chance that they meet again?

  "Yumi must be worried sick about you..." Ingrid mutters. She covers her face with her hands. "God, this is awful. I'm sleeping with an engaged man."

  "We won't be engaged for long." Jin admitted, gulping down heaps of air. He stares up at Ingrid's ceiling, she went quiet.

  He hasn't told anyone yet. Especially not Yumi.

  "...You shouldn't string her along like this, Jin. She loves you."

  "I know...." He sighed deeply. "I dunno... I don't know what she sees in me."

  Ingrid sits up beside him, her face coming into his line of vision. Her natural curls were all over the place. He bites back the smile trying to make his face. They were cute, how her curls framed her face, not as long as he remembered them being but looking all the more attractive. "What could she not see in you?"
 
  "I don't treat her like I should, Innie. I never did. She was always just... a bare minimum. She filled in a blank. I didn't love her the same way I loved you." Ingrid's flushed face fell slightly at his words.

  "You tried to find me in her?"

  "...I guess I did. And I couldn't. She never seemed to mind how I'd brush her off. I never really paid much attention to what she likes. I couldn't even tell you what her favorite color is." But with Ingrid, he knew all of her favorite colors. When she liked them most at certain times of the year, what she liked most about them and why. He never forgot those details about her. Even if it stung to let those thoughts resurface.

  "It's just so unfair, Jin. Imagine if the roles were switched. Wouldn't you be hurt to be strung along like this? Your wedding is a couple of months away...! Wouldn't it be best to call it off now before invitations and announcements go out?"

  He sighed, feeling the anchor of guilt weighing on his chest. He knew all of this. And he ought to put a stop to it before the tabloids get their hands on it, too. He could see the disgusting headlines already: Beloved Korean Actor Kim Seok Jin Caught Cheating? Actor Kim Seok Jin Leaving Supermodel Yumi? Kim Seok Jin Found Guilty of Cheating? The media would devour this story, it could ruin a lot more than his reputation.

  Ingrid sighs, having watched the stress twist his flushed expression. He felt her warm hand on his chest, soft fingertips massaging the shell of his ear gently. Jin shuts his eyes at the soothing feeling. "How am I supposed to go about it, Innie? Every time I see her it's about how beautiful her dress is going to be or what kind of refreshments she wants for the ceremony. She's been anticipating this since we met."

  Ingrid hums, "Which is exactly why you ought to tell her now, Jin. Her feelings will be hurt, she'll probably beg to know why. Hell, I would! I see how she looks at you, like you're her whole world. The whole of Korea knows it." Many of their fans were anticipating the wedding since Yumi announced their engagement on social media - despite him asking her not to. But the girl was so excited, naturally she'd want to share this news with the world. And, well, the world received it.

  Jin chews his lip, "Don't wait until the wedding. By then you'll be bound together by law and the pressure will be on more than ever." She reasoned, and he knew she was right. Of course she was.