Chapter three: A change could truly mean a lot

806 74 15
                                    

Minji

Have you ever had to do the walk of shame?

I did, but for me it was the car ride of shame. Hanni seated on the passenger seat, looking down at her fidgeting hands. That gremlin decided to tell her that he was kicking her out of their house, okay, like come on, how much of a low-life do you have to be to do that to a woman that did everything for you? That's such an asshole move. Even I wouldn't do that! And that's how you know it's bad.

I looked over at her. The bubbly woman I had tried so hard to let out went back to being quiet, no words spilling, nothing to rant about, and she's a certified yapper, which make it worse. By the end of her yap, I would know a new fact about the world we live in. And I would listen to her, every single word that slipped her lips. But now, this silence? It was killing me! This isn't what I wanted after we finished lunch. All I wanted was for Hanni to smile and forget her problems for a while.

But those problems named Yuta fucking Nakamoto came crashing back to her. I am furious, and I know that Hanni knows that I am. I think that's what's is keeping her quiet but she knows me better than anyone, she knows what's underneath the thick, rough, and careless persona I tend to show, the coldness was nothing compared to how warm I truly was. She knows that very well. I wouldn't hurt her, never ever. And that's on a pinky promise. The best kind of promises a person could ever make. And that's how you know how truthful and honest a person is being.

"Hanni, you're killing me." I whispered loud enough for her to hear me. She only gave me a slight glance and looked away from me. "I'm just in utter shock. I don't have anything to say." She said but I know her, more than I should despite how limited my information of her was. She had a lot to say, there was definitely a lot of swearing in the mix. I knew she was dying to let her anger out. But she's Hanni, a woman who never liked to act out, no matter how angry she was. If that was me, I would've already started to flip tables and started WWlll.

"Hanni, you can stay at my place. I have a guest room where you can stay." I said and she shook her head. "That's too much, Minji." She said and I let out a scoff. "I'm not going to leave you alone through all of this. I'm your friend. A good one at that, and if I could do anything for you, it'll be that. Offering you a place in my home." I said, she turned to look at me. "I...fine, but only until I get myself situated somewhere else." She said. Or! She can just stay and live there with me. I wouldn't mind the company.

And how many times have I ever let anyone in to my penthouse? Hm, none! What am I doing? But it just seems right. To give her more than just emotional comfort and support. She needs me more than ever right now. And plus, it only seems right especially when she was there by my side, kicking my ass to wake up and do what I have to go to get the company back up. I would be nothing. Absolutely nothing without her.

As the GPS guided me through the city. My eyes kept glancing at her. At times she was blinking away the tears, at other times she was just staring out in to space. She was just so quiet, and I'm not used to that. This isn't the Hanni I know, the Hanni I've spent the last five years of my life with was loud, but in a good way. I hated seeing how much he was shutting her off. She's a pearl, so beautiful. Actually, she's like a rose, a beauty so phenomenal. But if in the wrong hands, she dies. The beauty disappears in to pure dust.

That's Hanni. And I hate it.

A couple of turns and curses later, I found myself parked outside their house. And I have to admit, it's not the best looking, but it's clear that they both built this home together. How cold he throw it all away? Especially when Hanni worked so hard to get this much built with him. Almost a decade later he decides to drop it, let it fall apart as Hanni tries to hold on to it, bringing her down as well. He has no fucking shame in what he's doing. I wish I could go and throw him several punches and then give him a good kick between the legs. Just for safety measures!

Thin Line Between You & MeWhere stories live. Discover now