Six years into their marriage, Taehyung and Jisoo are still struggling to understand each other, let alone fall in love. But what if certain incidents, which they found horrific at first, led them to dive into each other's worlds, which they had mad...
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Once I've had a chance to cool down, I head to the deck of their house, still feeling uncertain about how to handle the situation with my mother and Taehyung. If I decide to work, which I am sure I will have to, though that's not what my decision is, I'll need to leave In-Su for more than eight hours, which is something I'm not comfortable with. As a child, I didn't receive much affection or attention from my parents, and I want to make sure In-Su doesn't go through the same. At four years old, he's not even attending nursery yet. While I worry about leaving him, I also need to consider that it might not hurt for him to spend some time away from me since by a year from now he definitely have to attend preschool. However, the thought of next month's changes is overwhelming. I'm concerned about adapting In-Su to a new environment without being present to guide and support him, and this is why I'm feeling frustrated with Taehyung. It seems like he knew about everything beforehand, even I knew, Jungkook and Jimin joining them at work next month. It feels like he might have planned this with my mother and most likely she told him to keep this a secret so I won't have any other options but agree. If he truly understood In-Su's needs, he'd know that he's not that adaptable and tends to be quite shy. On the other side, I also have my own insecurities to navigate through all of this. Throughout my life, I've always found it challenging to connect with people who were not a part of the elite. It's not that I think I'm superior to them or treat them poorly, as Taehyung seems to assume. It's just that I struggle to understand their ways and feel like an outcast whenever I get mingled with them. It explains a lot since I've not gone to public schools, even I've attended a college where only the connections can get into. Additionally, it's been years since I graduated, and I feel out of touch with the basics at the moment. I'm sure all the interns must be at least four years younger than me, which adds to my discomfort, it's not feel nice to be the oldest among a group of people who I am certain, are much more suited and talented than me. I am expecting the worst, what if I become such a disappointment and they have to send me home? Thinking about that, it doesn't sound half bad. My mother would lash out and wouldn't talk to her failure of a daughter for a while. Taehyung's parents would pity me, doing their best to cheer me up and Taehyung, well, he would be Taehyung and wouldn't say anything though I am certain he would have plenty to say.
What I am not expecting is to see a weeping Jennie, sitting on one of the couches on the deck. Her eyes are swollen and her face is crimson. Suddenly I had an idea about who was Yoongi screaming at. Either way, It is surprising since the couple seems to put Romeo and Juliet to shame almost all the time. However, I am not in a condition to find out about their lover's quarrels. I want to think through this and collect myself together.
"Don’t mind me. Pretend you can't see me and I'll do the same for you" I say upon seeing her open her mouth, plonking myself on a couch near the one she's sitting. The silence overtakes and both of us seem to be in our own worlds until she decides to break it.
"Why?"
I shrug. "This is the only place in this damn big house where someone can breathe without attracting any notice"
"Not that, why are you upset?"
I raise my brows. "And that concerns you?"
"Not really. But maybe if your case is more upsetting, I would be able to tell myself, I am being just dramatic"
I have never been nice to her. But I don't exactly hate her either. Even as a kid, I knew better than to believe that she was the reason why my parents separated, they were doomed from day one to begin with. She was just another reason among thousands why they got divorced. But you can hardly expect us getting along like true sisters given our circumstances and well, neither she nor I have a heart of gold to put everything behind and move on. But today I have no idea what possessed me to snap out what is bothering me. Maybe I am too angry that I am not thinking straight.
"They want me to work along with Jimin and Jungkook."
"Wow! I was almost ready to pity you." She let out a snort as I sighed. Only if that is as easy as she thinks it to be.
"You don't understand"
"I guess." She utters, catching me off guard. "It always seems to be trivial unless you are the one going through that." Tell me more about it.
"So trouble in paradise?" I ask out of nowhere. I told her what's bothering me and it will be only Fair if she says what's hers as well. She doesn't respond but doesn't catch my eyes either, which proves my assumption altogether.
"Don’t get so worked over an argument, it's better than bottling up your feelings," I tell her. A certain incident somewhere along the past I don't want to get flashbacks of, surfacing once again and stinging as it does. A rueful laughter breaks out and I am glad to be snapped out to the present.
"Says you. You never argue with Taehyung." Yes because now it doesn't matter even if we did. But little does she know, I regret the most that I didn't at the point where I was supposed to. Anyway, she doesn't have to know that, not even Taehyung should. It's too late for everything, almost five years late.
"But you and him are perfectly fine." I almost laugh out loud. He and I barely talk to the point where people misunderstand our situation as a couple with no words necessary to understand their partner. Yet I don't contradict her. That's what she got for being a little cheat.
"Still I believe indifference is the worst."
"You don't understand." She repeats my earlier words.
"Maybe or maybe not," I tell her before leaving her to herself. But in my heart, I do know, I do.
