dear Junmyeon (jung eunji/kim junmyeon)

vii • wounded

A knock on his home office surprised him and his fingers dropped the pen that he was using to jot down some notes from the phone call he was in. He glanced over at the door and found his wife standing awkwardly from outside in the hallway. He held up one finger and she nodded understandingly.

She stepped into the room slowly, eyes wandering through the dark walls that were filled with pictures of them both in their honeymoon phase. Her ears were putting out the voices in the background – of her husband and the person on the phone while they were talking about business, as her eyes focused on a certain picture hanging next to his bookshelf.

She was standing on the edge of the cliff, her husband standing behind her; the only thing that could possibly be against her and the fatal fall that could happen. She remembered how she had refused to hike that far up the mountain just to stand on the edge of the hill to take a commemorating picture overlooking the sea.

She remembered how high it was; the sound of tree leaves rustling next to them was soft and she smiled, closing her eyes while listening to the calm wind. Her grasp on her husband's hand tightened, as the wind caressed her skin- goosebumps springing all over her exposed skin.

She could still feel the warmth radiating from her husband's skin as she took it in; the coolness of the breeze, and the serene state of her whole being.

"I will not let you fall, ever. Do you trust me?" Junmyeon had said, and she looked over her shoulder still smiling softly. He had positioned himself closer to him; his breath hitting on her nape ever so slightly, and being herself, she nodded. Her mouth forming the words that she said that day.

"I do."

"Huh?" A voice behind her pulled her out of her little reverie, and watching her husband's expression, she understood that she had said out loud the words that were meant to be only in her memories. She waved her arms and mouthed 'nothing' as he was still on his call.

His eyes diverted from her after seeing her reply onto the paper that he had been writing on for the call, and she sighed. She should stop doing that, but lately, her mind has been filled with nothing but memories. Most of them haunted her, from the time that she was still happy and alive, but still, she relished them, for they were the only thing that has been keeping her sane.

She was so desperate for happiness that every time something triggered the reminiscences, she would start reliving that very moment. Her skin remembered every single touch, her heart- it still pounds the same rhythm as it did once in a while ago. Her eyes, she could still see his expressions; his smile, the way his eyes crinkled, the halo around his brown hair as the light shine through them. Her ears captured the same soft melodic voice. They were truly in love.

Or were they?

She heard him finishing up his meeting call, and just after he said his goodbye, he turned his attention to his wife who had been waiting for him in his space. "What do you need?"

"Jun, you're going to the office today?" She asked softly, and he nodded without hesitation, piling up his paper and files that he needed to bring with him to the office as she would have guessed.

"Why?" He asked, no warmth in his voice, icy pair of eyes trailing over to her. Though Eunji has accepted that, it did not mean it will stop hurting her.