This is the fourth story in the Undone series.
This is Jung Hoseok's time to shine.
He is taking control of a new project at Stellar Design, and he has decided it's time to take control of his love life as well. He is weary of being alone, and he...
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Izzy felt herself drifting to sleep.
Hobi's voice was muffled as he whispered “ mmmmm ivi….you are so beautiful..”
Her eyes flew wide open, her heart pounding in her chest. Hobi was drifting in that place between wake and sleep.
Did he just call her Livi? She was being crazy, right? She was hearing things, or he was just mumbling.
She cursed the insecurities that made her doubt the beauty of this night.
Her body was still tingling from his touch. Her…she had been the one he was loving. He had picked her.
While she was still arguing with herself, he popped one eye open to see her sitting up.
“ What’s wrong?” he asked, “come back here.”
She needed to get this doubt out of her head, but there was no way to ask it without sounding like some crazy jealous…
As she was thinking these things her phone rang. She did not even know where it was, nor did she care to find it.
“ Hobi?” she asked.
He reached for her and opened bleary eyes.
“ Hobi?” she tried again. Then his phone started ringing.
“ Livi,” he muttered.
It took her a few seconds to realize he meant the phone call was from Olivia, that was he was not calling her Olivia. She was going to have to deal with this fear.
He sat up and kissed her and cupped her face, “ Tell me, what is wrong?”
Before she could say anything there was a pounding on his door.
They both jumped, startled and then they heard hysterical crying.
Hobi's shoulders dropped and he said “ just ignore it,”
But Izzy had already moved off the bed and grabbed a tee shirt from Hobi's neatly folded clean laundry to cover herself.
“ Hobi!! Please, Please! It's an emergency!! Please help me, ” a muffled voice cried from beyond the door.
By this time he had grabbed a pair of sweatpants and headed to the door.
When he opened it, Olivia stood there, obviously drunk with her dress torn and blood on her face.
She pushed into the apartment and threw herself at him, crying hysterically. He tried to calm her down, to see if she was injured, but she kept begging him to hold her, to save her.
He wrapped his arms around Olivia and tried to soothe her enough to get her to talk.
Izzy felt sick to her stomach. Her magic night had been shattered and now it was over.
