Namjoon just got cheated on by his ex-husband. Now he's meeting men who are absolutely misogynistic. Will He find true love once again or This is just the end
--"No, it's my fault. I'm such an idiot."Hoseok almost cried.
--"No, please don't say that." I blew out the breath I'd been holding. "I want to talk to you in person. Can I come over?"
--"Yes, please come over Joon. I need to see you, too."
--"Are the girls there?"
--"Yes, they just got home from school. They'll be so happy to see you."
--"I can't wait to see them too, but I want to talk to you one on one first. Can I come over later, after they've gone to bed or something?"
--"Yeah, of course. I'll text you once they've turned in. Can I tell them you're back home and doing okay?"
--"Yes, please. I'm going to text them myself as well."
--"Great. I'll talk to you later then?" Hoseok sounded so hopeful, it nearly made me lose it.
--"Yes, I'll see you later."
Around eleven that night Hoseok texted me to come over. The door would be unlocked and he said he couldn't wait to see me. I drove over and let myself in.
I didn't remember ever being this nervous. I needed to salvage this relationship, even if it wasn't going anywhere. I loved Ji Woo and Woo In as if they were my own kids. I loved Hoseok, even if I could only be his friend.
I wanted the fairytale, but I wouldn't leave here without a friendship, at the very least. I was going to fix this. I found Hoseok on the couch, the lights dim and a nature show on the TV, the volume low.
"Hi," I felt so nervous, that it practically squeaked out. Hobi turned to look at me. I noticed his bump was gone and the black eye was starting to turn yellows and greens.
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I looked at his hands which now had smaller bandages, including individually wrapped fingers on his left hand. "You're looking better. How are your hands feeling?", I asked smiling.
"My hands are doing good. I won't need further wound care on my left, so that's a relief. Come sit down Joon," He finished the pleasantries and now he was clearly ready to talk.
I walked around the coffee table and sat on the couch, a full space between us. I didn't want to make any kind of assumption. I had no idea what he was thinking after I ran away and disappeared for several days.
He'd had time to think, just like I had. Considering all that I'd been through, and how much I felt ready to change, I had to realize he could be in a totally different headspace by now too. Especially since I'd acted like a psycho the last time he'd seen me.
I found a good place to start and told him about my trip to Busan. I told him about going to see Jackson. I explained that I never wanted to act the way I had several days ago ever again and that I was going to fix myself.
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I planned to see a therapist. I steered totally clear of "us" and my feelings about Hobi. I needed to sort out the rest before I tackled that subject.
I also kind of wanted Hobi to bring it up. He listened intently as I told him my whole story. He asked a few questions along the way to understand better, but he was really supportive and attentive.
I couldn't help but remember why I was so infatuated with this perfect gentleman. I found it surprisingly easy to look right into his sparkly brown eyes and open myself up bare. Hoseok reached out his right hand to me and I took it while I continued to tell him about my past.
