Second Best(2yeon/Najeong version)

FILA-2

Nayeon

My head is throbbing between the crying and the copious amounts of Jack Daniels I drank on top of the beer, I am lucky I am not puking. I roll over and Jihyo looks at me with a sad smile.

" Morning Sunshine" she says in a low tone" Water and aspirin are over there, you should take them."

I groan and press my palm against my skull" Emma?"

" I already fed her and she's down for her morning nap."

I shoot up and immediately regret doing that the clock reads eleven and I feel like the world's worst mother" I didn't even hear her."

" That's because I woke up early and took the monitor out, I think you needed the sleep more than being super mom" Jihyo sits up and puts the water bottle in my hand.

Memories from last night flood back and I immediately wish I was still asleep, I look around the bedroom and anger boils past what's reasonable" I need to get out of this room" I mutter and take the pills.

" Do you want to talk?" she asks knowing what I am feeling. In the beginning of her marriage to Tzuyu, she cheated. They are one of the stories in the teams that gave others hope that they could come out on the other side. Jihyo and Tzuyu worked hard to get through it and come out stronger he paid heavily but love was never their issue.

" About what? How stupid I am?"

" how the hell are you stupid?" her voice is full of reproach.

I stand and look at the dresser where Jinyoung's watches sit, I look at his side of the bed that still has his clothes folded neatly. Opening a drawer I start looking for something anything that tells me thins happened the headache throbs on but I don't care there are answers here and I am going to find them.

" Nayeon what are you doing?" she asks me as I start to throw his clothes out.

" I have to know there has to be something here, something that tells me my husband was fucking another woman" I explain as I pull a shirt out of the drawer" I never bought him this..... maybe she did."

Jihyo comes up behind me and her hand grips my shoulder but I shrug it off.

" He wasn't that smart there's something here" I insist. I grab the picture of us with him behind me holding my shoulders and kissing my cheek, I throw it against the wall with all my might and the glass shatters" I hate him!" everything comes flooding back.

Jihyo sits back on the bed and crosses her leg.

The next drawer contains his pants, I pull each pair out and rifle through the pockets looking for God knows what but I need something..... anything" Stupid bastard" Each time I come up empty I grow more and more angry.

I rip open his closet door and start pulling more things out, I find a pocketknife in his pants and rage consumes me. I want to tear every emotion out of me purge the hurt he's managed to cause from the grave" I hope she was worth it!" I cry as I cut his favorite suit with his knife the fabric rips apart and so does a part of my soul.

" You about done?" Jihyo asks while sitting on the bed.

" No!" I rear back and stab his uniform and tear it apart.

" How? My entire life I was devoted to you!" the knife rips another shred, I drop it and the clattering against the word floor is the only sound that penetrates the air.

I stand in his closet and inhale it hits me like a brick to the chest, I smell him its as if he's standing behind me. The clove and musk scent is strong and instead of sadness..... I want to see it turned to ash.