Jin Ah POV
Like previous nights, Jung Hyuk oppa will go to his study room after putting Jae Wook to sleep. He will stay there for hours before coming to bed. More often than not, I fell asleep by the time he gets to our bedroom.
I let him go out first before I follow him. After I heard from Min Jung eonnie, I know that we need to discuss whatever he is keeping from me tonight. I want it to be settled tonight. Even if it takes hours for me to persuade him to talk, I'll wait.
I carefully opened the door and took a peek at him before knocking it to let him know my presence. Like all is well, he just smiles upon seeing me.
I saw him rummaging through his drawers like finding something. My gut feeling is telling me he is looking for the passports and other documents. So, I throw the question to him straight.
"Are you looking for the folder with our passports in it?" I asked.
He nods nonchalantly. "Yes, do you see it anywhere, Jagiya?"
"I sent it to the embassy already to process for the visas. He literally stops what he was doing when he heard me saying that. He looks at me with a big why on his face. "Is there anything you are hiding from me, yeobo?" I asked another direct question, but as expected, there is no answer. I sigh.
I walk inside the study room, pull a chair and sit next to him. I take both of his hands and hold them firm with mine. "I already know part of the story, but I want to hear the real story from you. Is Oh Soo the person you met at the lobby that day?"
He looks stunned by my question, but eventually, he nods. He breaks down in tears the moment he acknowledges it.
"Mihane, chincha mihane," the first words he utters. He grabs my hands tight as if telling me not to let him go, although he maybe had screwed up.
"I am not mad. I just want to understand the whole situation, and I want to hear it from you. Not from anyone else. Tell me what really happened that day. I want to know everything. Take your time. I'm waiting." As much as I really want to settle the issue tonight, but I do not want to push him too much, as it will only burden him more. So, I just sit there and wait.
"Do you remember that evening, we were playing with Jae Wook, and suddenly he pooped?" After 15 minutes of long silence, he finally begins to talk. I nod.
"When you were upstairs changing Jae Wook's diaper, I got a call from the front desk officer. She told me that Han Oh Soo came to meet you. When I heard that, the first thing that crossed my mind was not letting him see you. I am so sorry for doing this. But, it's just my impulse at that time."
I stroke the back of his hands with my thumbs, just like how he always did to me. I hope my touch could give him some reassurance, just like how he's always comforted me.
"So, I went down at him. He kept insisting on seeing you and getting clarification on why you left him. He kept shading you and accusing you of something that you didn't do to fit his narrative. I got mad. I said something that I wasn't supposed to. Until today, I still feel terrible for what I said," he continues slowly, telling me what happened that fateful evening.
"What did you said?" I asked him calmly.
Once again, my husband looks guilty and hang his head low. "Something that I am not proud of. To scratch his ego, I.... I....I.........told him how sexy you were when you 'threw' yourself at me when we first 'met'," he made the inverted commas signals with his fingers at the words threw and met to indicate our fictional first meeting.
"I am so sorry, Jin Ah ya. At that time, in my head, I just want to shoo him off, and hopefully, he will never come again to meet you. That is the only thing that I could think of. Something that I believed will hurt him. I failed to protect your honour as my wife. I know sorry is not enough to mend my mistake. I hate myself for saying it."
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Healing Love
FanfictionWhat will you do when you need to make a decision upon reaching crossroads in life? Both options are equally important that left you with no option. You can't choose, you do not want to choose, but you must choose. Some choices are bad, some choices...
