You get the chance to start over with a dream job opportunity. Will life in a new country, working for the biggest K-Pop group in the world be all ever dreamed of? Or will you find yourself torn with every decision you're forced to make?
The whistling of the tea kettle brings me back to reality. All morning I've been so wound up and anxious. I was surprised when Jimin agreed to meet with me. After last night's events, I wasn't sure he'd ever want to see me again. He was so hurt and angry, it pains me to think I caused that. But after what Namjoon told me, I knew I needed to speak to him and apologize for everything. Even if I didn't do anything wrong and it was what I felt I needed at the time, we both need closure. I've moved on and I hope he can too.
I pour the boiling hot water into two mugs and place the chamomile tea in them. As I'm stirring the honey into the hot liquid, my doorbell buzzes. He's here.
I can feel my hands shaking. I'm so nervous about how this is going to go. But it's too late, there's no turning back now. I walk over to the door and take a deep breath before I tightly grab the doorknob and twist it open. I almost expect him to look at me with hatred and resentment but he doesn't. All I'm met with is longing and adoration. I didn't really get a proper chance to look at him last night but these last few years haven't aged him at all. He looks even more handsome than I remember, with his long black hair hanging above his eyes. He looks more muscular than I remember, more toned. His face also looks more mature. Time has done him well.
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"Hey, Jimin." I quietly say. "Come in." I move to the side to let him and he walks inside without a word. "Would you like some tea? I just poured some." I offer. He looks hesitant, almost as nervous as me as he slightly nods his head. "I'll get it from the kitchen. Make yourself at home." I point him to the living room ahead of us and he gives me a tight smile before going to sit on the couch.
I go and grab the mugs and when I come back,I notice he's looking around, taking in his surroundings. He looks so nervous. He's bouncing his leg and running his hands through his hair. It makes me feel a little better that I'm not the only one dying to run away right now.
I walk into his line of sight and he gets up to help me with the mugs and puts them on the coffee table as I sit on the couch on the opposite side.
"Thank you for coming." I say. The silence is so awkward, I don't know what else to say.
"I have to say, I was surprised when they told me you wanted to see me." He's looking down at the hands, avoiding my gaze.
"How come?" I ask as I take a sip of tea.
"After the way I blew up last night, I was sure you'd never speak to me again. I'm not sorry for the way I reacted. It's the way I felt, in that moment. But I am sorry I took it too far. I'm sorry that the first time we saw each other in so long ended that way because I couldn't keep a handle on my temper. I came to apologize in person. That's not how I imagined our reunion when I thought about it all those times before."
"They were your raw feelings. You're entitled to feel what you feel. There's no use hiding it. After Namjoon and I came home, he told me about everything that happened after I left Seoul. I invited you here to apologize, too."
