Hard to love (ChaeSoo Fanfiction)

Chapter 8 - Room service

Chaeyoung POV

I felt horrible. For the past week, I felt like total shit. I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep, I could barely form a clear thought. My mind was ceaselessly occupied by Jisoo's and mine last encounter. Well, a more suitable description would be Jisoo's, mine and Ji-Hyun's encounter. Because whenever I tried to approach Jisoo, this woman was also there and trying to sabotage me. And now, since I haven't heard anything from Jisoo since that time, I was really worried I may have lost her for good. That means, if there was any chance of us getting back together to begin with, which I wasn't so sure of.

"I was just able to move on..." What do you mean by that?

I didn't dare to get my hopes up, but it was really difficult not to do so. No matter how you looked at it, Jisoo's words always seemed to imply that feelings for me didn't fade away just yet. Well, up until recently...

I sighed in defeat and put my pen down on the desk, resting my head on my hands as I stared down at the mostly blank piece of paper beneath me. I know, I know. Who even uses pen and paper these days? Well, I did. Yes, it was oldschool. But that's also what made it charming. And especially when writing songs, it made me feel more connected to the lyrics if I'm able to physically touch them. But in that moment, there weren't many words to feel on that piece of paper.

You've been gone for just a minute

Yet I'm already at my limit

It's hard to believe, innit?

That we're divided by flesh, but connected by spirit

"Not bad for a solid..." I checked the time on my phone. "...six fucking hours of work." Groaning in exhaustion, I let my head hit the table. The impact caused the pile of books next to me to collapse, but I just couldn't care. With a disinterested look, I simply watched as music books, dictionaries and other books fell to the ground one by one. Afterwards, silence. Like the calm after the storm, I simply sat in the midst of my chaos. I haven't had much energy to clean my house recently, for I preferred to revel in self pity at my miserable situation. Dirty and clean clothes were piled up on my spacious bed, papers and books were stacked on the floor and now I had a brand new book carpet. Sure, with the amount of money I earned, I could easily hire a maid to take care of my house. But I didn't want to rely on anyone else, I was an independent woman that could take care of her home herself. Well, that's what I wanted to believe. And in all fairness, it worked perfectly fine for the most part. That was, until a certain raven haired woman re-entered my life.

At this rate, I probably would've spend the remainder of the afternoon mourning over a love long lost. But a notification caught my eye, a text message by an unknown number

???

"Jisoo wants to talk to you. Tomorrow, 3 PM. I'll send you the address."

And indeed, just seconds after, an address followed the first message. Furrowing my brows, I stared at my screen for a couple of seconds, being too perplexed to come up with a reply at first. So I decided to ask the most logical thing in that situation.

"Who are you?"

I waited for a reply, but the chat remained empty. One minute. Five minutes. Fifteen minutes. Eventually, I gave up on waiting for a reply and instead began to think about whether I should actually follow the invitation or not. What type of question was that? Of course I shouldn't. This message could come from god-knows-who. If Jisoo would want to meet me, surely she would text me herself, right? Still, it couldn't hurt to at least google the address to see where this potential murderer was trying to lure me to. As it turned out, it was a hotel. And a very luxurious one too. The gears in my head began to spin faster. Maybe this was a secret admirer, a stalker even, that was using Jisoo as a bait to get me into this hotel to confess his feelings to me? Well, if this was a stalker, it must've been a damn good one, because only the people closest to us knew about the issues with Jisoo and myself.