ch.22 Past

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Yn’s POV:

Today was a beautiful day. A bit chilly, but with the sweatshirt I had on with the jeans I wore, it was perfect. The sky was a bit cloudy and it promised rain later in the evening. I walked out of the hospital feeling good and sad all at the same time. Each time I came and gone from this place it made me stop to think about my future.

What does it hold? What was I to do? Was my future to hold becoming a Doctor as I so longed to do? Or was I to ever have children?

Be truly married.

Yes. Everything inside of me craved for all of that. For the good life of being loved and loving others, to caring for the sick and injured and bringing hope and health to them all. I couldn’t stop myself from wanting such a beautiful thing.

I tossed the thoughts aside and looked down at my watch. It was after three PM and Jungkook was supposed to pick me up at the café across the street at Five. I got out a bit early due to extra treatments the Doctors wanted to perform on the children’s skin. So now I had two hours to kill. Maybe I could go

“Yn?”

My stomach dropped.

I slowly turned to look to my right, where the too familiar voice called my name. I swallowed hard and met the brown eyes of none other than Kim Namjoon I didn’t respond, just stared at the man beside me. His hair was cut short, his face clean shaven, his clothes were casual and not his usual suit on this particular work day. In his hands he held a single red rose and held it out to me.

“I’ve been trying to get ahold of you.” He spoke softly. His voice filled my ears, but surprisingly I wasn’t affected like I thought I would be. Something was different. I guess something had changed for me. Maybe I was finally healing and getting over him?

Jungkook.

I tried to swallow past the knot in my throat and nodded at Namjoon. “I saw that.”

He pulled the rose back. He looked a bit defeated. “So you have been ignoring me.”

“Yes.”

“Ouch.” He chuckled sourly. “I guess I deserve that response.” He cleared his throat. His brown eyes peered into me. “Can we talk?”

“Now?” I asked, feeling uneasy about the whole thing. I looked to my watch again and wished Jungkook was coming now to come get me and not in two hours.

“You don’t have to, Yn. I just really wanted to talk to you about everything.” He sighed. “If you’ll just give me a few minutes of your time to do so.”

I guess I really didn’t have a choice. I really didn’t feel right about going with him and talking, but a part of me wanted to hear what he had to say. Finally after a moment, I nodded in agreement. His eyes brightened and I hated the little flip my stomach did in response.

“How about some coffee? My treat.” He motioned towards the café and began walking towards it. I tried my best to put up a wall and prepare myself for this encounter, but I didn’t know how well I would last.


XxX


We both stood in line at he café I was to meet Jungkook at. It came to our turn and Namjoon ordered his usual and then stopped when it came to mine. He looked at me and gave me a sheepish grin. “What is it you like to get? Normally you order for me, but I never have really known what you like.”

That’s because you never cared to pay attention. I cleared my throat and looked at the barista. “I’ll just have a small, White Chocolate Mocha please.” The woman smiled and started the drink and then Namjoon paid with a card. I smiled remembering that Jungkook’s card was actually still in my wallet. To this day he refuses to let me return it. I’ve rarely used it but he insists it’s there for emergencies.

“Is that smile for me?” Namjoon’s voice broke through the thought and I frowned at him.

“Don’t flatter yourself.” I retorted. He winced, and I really didn’t mean for it to come out harshly, but it did. And it felt damn good.

“Okay then.” He shut up for a moment and we both waited until we received our drinks. After the other barista handed them to us, he motioned of an empty seat by the window. It held two chairs and had perfect lighting. I followed and sat down on one of the chairs and cupped my coffee in my hands, keeping them warm. “It’s a nice day out, isn’t it?” He asked. Finally I sighed and looked at him.

“I highly doubt you wanted to talk to me about the weather, Namjoon. So please, tell me why you are so persistent on talking with me.”

His expression grew serious. “I want you to come back to me.”

I felt the blood rush to my feet. My face paled. “Are you serious!?”

“Very.” His brown eyes were more serious than I had seen in a long while. “It’s not the same without you. No one compares to you and I can’t seem to function.” He cleared his throat. “Look, Yn… I was wrong in how I reacted. I’m so sorry about that, truly. But I can’t sit back and let Jeon steal you from me. You’re too great of an asset to-“

“Asset?” I cut him off. The fact that he still saw me as nothing other than a coworker made me mad. “Is that all I ever was to you?!”

He shook his head in shame. “No. You really are my best friend. Things just got so complicated and we drifted apart and-“

I cut him off again. I couldn’t stand to listen to his nonsense. “Drifted apart, huh? Well I would think you’re to blame for that as you went behind my back and slept with that tramp you call your fiance.”

His eyes narrowed slightly. “Can we be adults and have an actual conversation without you insulting my fiance?”

I looked down at my coffee a bit ashamed. Being bitter and mean wasn’t me, and I needed to let it go. “Sorry.” I told him as I played with the rim of my coffee cup. I had taken the lid off and watched as the steam rose from the hot liquid.

“It’s understandable.” Namjoon stated softly.

“Considering all we have been through.”

“Right.” I guess spending a few years with this man I did know him like the back of my own man I did know him like the back of my own hand… or at least I thought I did. That was until he did things behind my back and broke my heart. Now I felt as if a stranger was before me. All those times together seemed like a distant dream. And if I were to think back, I actually found that we never really spent too much time together outside of work. Everything was centered around work and we had been an amazing team.

Did I mistake our work relationship with a real one?

Was this really all my fault?

Namjoon reached out and stopped my hand. I froze. He took it and slipped his own hand into it and lowered it so it rested on the table. My eyes just stared at our hands folded together. His touch was soft and tender. I swallowed hard. His hand was bigger than mine, but nothing compared to Jungkook’s. I felt my stomach flip as the touched continued, but I felt more uneasy than anything else.

Not like when Jungkook held my hand before.

I raised my focus to his brown eyes. “I worried about you, Yn. What’s going on with this mysterious marriage of yours?”

I pulled my hand back and tucked it under the table and into my lap. I raised a brow. “Mysterious marriage?”

He frowned and leaned back in his chair, examining me. “Yes. This crazy out of the blue marriage to my competitor, Jeon Jungkook.” His expressions grew tight. “I don’t know what he did to trick you into marrying him, but I know that you don’t love him.”

Now it was my turn to narrow my eyes at him. I don’t know why, but I felt upset and defensive at the way he said it. Sure, maybe I wasn’t in love with him when I married him, but I sure as hell know that I felt more than friendship towards him now. Namjoon didn’t know what the hell he was talking about.

“I don’t appreciate you assuming he tricked me.” I took a sip of my coffee and straightened my back. “Jungkook is an amazing man and a great husband. And I-“

He growled lightly and rubbed his eyes. “Cut the bullshit, Yn.” My eyes went wide.

“Excuse me?” I furrowed my brows.

He chuckled sarcastically and matched my look. “He’s a beast!” he jabbed his finger into the table. “Not to mention as big as one! He’s not even your type, Yn! You have no idea what he is capable of doing to you-“

I slammed my fist down on the table almost spilling my coffee and causing random eyes to stare at Namjoon and I. I took a deep breath, trying to keep my cool. Namjoon’s eyes went wide in surprise. “Jungkook’s a beast of a man. Yes.” I took another breath to collect myself. “But he is still a man, and more of a man than you’ll ever be, Kim Namjoon. It kills me that it took me this long to figure that out. Thanks for the coffee, but I think we are done here.”

Without waiting for an answer, and mad as hell, I stood and grabbed my purse. I turned and started to walk away, when Namjoon shot up and grabbed my arm. “I know you love me, Kim Yn. That you can’t deny.”

I just fact that he knew that made me all the more mad, and disappointed in myself for ever making such a mistake for falling for such a man. I looked over my shoulder and met his brown eyes. That once handsome face only seemed to deter me now. “It’s Jeon Yn.” I gave him a sweet smile and pulled my arm out of his grasp. I took my coffee, threw it in the trash and walked out of the café.

Namjoon didn’t follow.

Now outside and back in the colder weather, I trembled as I reached into my purse and pulled out my cell. I quickly dialed Jungkook’s number and waited for him answer.

He answered after two rings.

“Yn? It’s only 3:45, is everything alright?”

Just hearing his voice brought a soft sob to my throat. “No. Not really. Are you busy?” I asked, feeling the tears start to build up behind my eyes.

“I’m just in a meeting-“

“Oh..” I swallowed back the tears for another moment longer. “C-Can you send Jimin to get me then? I need to leave. Now.”

“No. I’ll finish the meeting another time. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

“No, really, I don’t want to pull you from a meeting.”

“Hush, yn6. I’ll be there in ten.”

“O-Okay.” I hung up and let a few tears slip down my cheeks. As if confirming everything I just told Namjoon, jung6 threw everything off to the side and was coming to my rescue.

Why would he do that? Even though I was falling for him, that didn’t mean he was feeling the same for me… Right?

No. It couldn’t be. He was just a true friend and taking care of me, just as he promised he would. This whole marriage was a contract anyways. I would help his image and he would keep me safe.

Nothing more.

God I was such a mess!

I quickly found myself crossing the street to get as far away as I could from where Namjoon still sat. I went into the waiting area off to the side of the entrance of the hospital and threw my purse down. Instantly I reached up and covered my eyes with my palms, only to be met with the uncontrollable urge to cry.

And I did.


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