𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 | 𝐌𝐘𝐆

𝟎𝟕 | 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧

The source of light from the sun seeped in from behind the curtains. Your eyes fluttered open, your body aching from the position you had been in since last night. You groaned, slowly bringing yourself upright, your back leaning against the door.

As you shifted, you winced at the stiffness in your muscles, memories of last night's argument came flooding back.

You rubbed your eyes, taking a deep breath as you pushed yourself up before heading to the bathroom.

You stared at yourself for a minute in front of the mirror, examining the sticky makeup and swollen eyes. You reached for the cleansing foam intended for guests before applying it. You splashed some cold water on your face, trying to wash away the residue of the previous night's tears and the lingering pain.

Once your face was clean, you stood there for a moment, taking in your appearance. You brushed your hair out of your face, straightening your posture.

You turned away from the mirror and headed back into the bedroom. You picked out some fresh clothes and changed before cautiously opening the door, peeking through the crack to check if Yoongi had already left for work.

Silence.

You fully opened the door and stepped out, quietly making your way through the hallway. Just as you reached the end of the hall, the doorbell rang sharply, making you jump. You headed to the door, wondering who could be visiting you at this early hour. Was it your parents? Or could it be your in-laws?

You unlocked the door and to your surprise, you found yourself facing a young man with a cheerful expression on his face.

"M-Mr. Jung!"

"Please, just call me Hoseok," He greeted you with a warm smile, slightly stepping closer, "May I come in?"

You gave him a weak smile before standing aside, inviting him.

He paused, taking in the sight of your red, swollen eyes with a sympathetic expression.

"I figured Yoongi has already left..." Hoseok cleared his throat, "I wanted to check up on you."

"On me?"

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"I know it's not my business," Hoseok paused to sip his  coffee before continuing, "But I want you to understand that Yoongi's stubborn sometimes. He just needs time to adapt."

"Is that so?" You replied, your tone skeptical. It was difficult to believe Hoseok's reassurance given everything your husband had said to you before. Hoseok's eyes softened as he gently set his coffee down.

"And the whole thing with Gayeo-" He began but he froze mid-sentence, noticing that you were staring down at the coffee table, your eyes teary once again.

"I think it's important for you to know," Hoseok continued, his voice lower and reflective, "that Gaeyong and Yoongi have been together for about three years now... and they fight pretty often. Most of the time it's because Gayeong doesn't take their relationship seriously."

"But she was the only one around during his tough times. He saw her as a source of comfort and what he thought was love. I understand why he feels the way he does but it just feels wrong you know?"

He watched you, hoping his words would provide some clarity but his expression was heavy with the burden of the truth.

"It will take a lot of time and effort. Just don't give up on him okay?" Hoseok pleaded as he warmly smiled at you.

As he finished speaking, he gave you a reassuring nod, silently offering his support and hoping that his perspective might provide some comfort. You took a deep breath and managed a smile in return.

"I just want him to love me, Hoseok."

"He will." Hoseok didn't hesitate to answer before standing up from his seat, tugging on the hem of his shirt to straighten it.

"I should get going. I have a meeting at the company soon." He bowed slightly in respect and gave you one last encouraging smile before leaving the room.

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You stood by the living room window, calmly gazing at the night sky with your favorite novel in hand. You sighed, counting the stars in the sky before turning your attention back to the unfinished chapter.

Just as you were about to turn the page, the sudden jingle of keys interrupted your reading. The sound of deep groans and shuffling footsteps made you raise an eyebrow, puzzled by the commotion that was coming from the hallway.

You set your book down on the coffee table before moving toward the mysterious sound. As you approached, you were surprised to see your husband standing there, his body swaying as he struggled to balance himself, the pungent smell of alcohol clung to him.