Infatuated || PJM ✓

Chapter 11

DAY-2: STAR GAZING

"Where are we going today?", I sounded so excited, well I was very excited.

"Are you going somewhere?", my mother-in-law asked out of the blue.

 "No we are not", Jimin came to the breakfast table. His eyes were darker than ever, veins popping out and sleeves rolled up. He looked so angry. What could have made him this mad early in the morning? I wondered.

"But you had-", he cut me off with his piercing gaze, "In your room. Right now!", he sounded cold and messing up with him was the last thing I ever wanted to do right now so I obeyed him. He shouted at me didn't hurt me but he never considered sharing his sorrows with me made me feel insecure.

Wasn't I enough?

I felt inferior at some point.

Slamming the poor wooden door against the wall I took out all my anger over it. I didn't want to cry because I didn't want to show anyone how weak I was getting day by day but in the end I was a human too. My heart shuddered at cruelty too.

Quickly mopping the pearl like tears which my eyes shed, I ran in the bathroom and locked the door. My eyes wandered at the reflection of my petite figure on the huge mirror hanging on the titled wall.

"W-Why?", my mouth emitted a sudden whisper the moment I saw my deteriorating image. "W-Why he has to be so cold?"

Gripping a fistful of my lavender dyed hair, I pulled them harshly wanting to prick them out of my skull, "WHY CAN'T HE EVER TELL ME ANYTHING HE IS GOING THROUGH? WHY HE HAS TO ALWAYS HURT ME WITH HIS WORDS?", I screamed, unaware of the fact that my man was listening to everything I was uttering while standing outside.

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I was lying on the bed, back facing the door, witnessing the sunset from the window of my room.

The room which made me feel more sick.

It looked so beautiful with the birds flying back to their home. The city painted in orange. My eyes were emotionless as the brain flashed the memory of me enjoying such evenings with my dad.

I never got to see my mother as she passed away while giving birth to me. My dad loved me a lot. He never showed me what he was going through. I felt useless for not being able to help him ever. And then he cut off the ties with me when I married Jimin.

Well Jimin is doing the same. Never letting me know what he is going through.

I flinched when a pair of warm hands snaked around my waist. Resting his chin on my shoulder, Jimin placed a soft kiss on my temple.

"Chaerin", his voice was laced with emotions. It wasn't in the usual tone I here making me worried but I didn't respond, "Sorry", he whispered, expecting me to turn around and hug him but... I did not.

"P-Please talk to me", his voice broke and my heart did too. I never heard him so desperate. "I will tell you everything", he tried again but I didn't budge. Why was I being so hard? I myself didn't know and then I felt a tear drop on my neck making my whole world crash.

"Jimin", I turned around, worried and guilty, "Look at me", I held his chin while he tried to avoid the eye contact, "Will you really tell me?... Everything?", I questioned and he nodded genuinely.

Now here we are, at the rooftop lying on the soft mattress, amidst thousands of stars twinkling. "Thank you", I kicked started, without sparing a glance at him, still staring at the sky.

"Thank you for bring me here", he smiled softly and pulled me towards himself. "How can I not? It has been our favorite moment since our college days. Gazing the stars in each others embrace", I nodded, feeling overwhelmed with emotions. Our past was so translucent. So tender and so exquisite.

"My life was colorless", he spoke making me look at him with curious and eager eyes, "Until you became a part of it. I had always been someone who speaks less and listens more. But in your case? I never wanted to cut you off because I loved listening to you speak. You are my treasure Chaerin. A treasure which I never want to lose. When you got diagnosed with this illness I became scared to the point that I decided to be less with you so that our memories don't get so attached that in future one of us will get very hurt. My days started in the office room and nights ended in the office room. I engrossed my self in work so much that I forgot I had you in my life. Every night when I was away from you I stared at these stars, missing every moment of us. And today I was missing us again so here I am, staring at these stars but the only difference is, today I am with you."

Our tears fell together making us realise that we were really missing each other a lot. Pressing our bodies against each other we continued to lay there gazing the stars.