It's Complicated [Jimin]

Chapter 16

(HyoJin's P.O.V)

Myungsoo and I stepped out of his black SUV and into the comfortably familiar cafe which smelt strongly of coffee beans and freshly baked short bread cookies.

He ordered mine and his usual, because of course he had remembered what I liked best, and we took a seat by the window at a creme coloured booth. The memories flooded back of the first day we had come here together - we had sat at this very booth, and talked for hours until closing time.

"So, how has life been, Lee HyoJin?" he suddenly spoke up, modelling that same smirk he always wore.

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I stepped inside my house later than I had expected to, at the time of 7.05pm, after having a very interesting meet with Myungsoo.

I learned some new things.

Firstly, he was really serious about his fathers' business, and was super excited to be moving to Japan - the way his eyes lit up when he spoke about it proved he was being genuine.

Secondly, he almost always wore suits now because it was a good way to represent himself and the company. That's not to say that he had become uptight and serious - he was still the same old Myungsoo I had fallen in love with, but just more mature. Lets just say he suited suits, too.

And lastly, I learnt that he had missed me. He had brought it up a couple times but I'd curtly changed the subject out of embarrassment, and the fact that I was with Jimin. I didn't want to talk about mine and his relationship anyway - what was the point? He was moving soon.

As soon as I reached my room, I faltered onto the bed tiredly. Mum wasn't home, she was out grocery shopping as mentioned on the note on the kitchen table she had left me - so I wouldn't have to deal with her yelling at me for being late for now.

However, I did have one issue. Jimin.

How was I even meant to bring it up? Like, 'oh hey Jimin, so yesterday I met up with my ex Myungsoo - yeah the one you hate and the one that broke my heart, and I stayed out with him until about seven at night. How was your night?'

No. That wasn't the right way to address it. Especially after being pissed off at him for not telling me about his ex girlfriend in the first place, how hypocritical would I be if I just came out of the blue and told him I met with my ex?

But, the truth would have to come out at some point, before he heard it from someone else. That's the last thing I wanted..

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The next morning, I woke up at seven and got ready for school.

Of course, I had only been back at school for one day - and it was bearable - but no where near back to what other students would consider normal. I still hated going, but I had to.

I had a shower, washed and blow dried my long hair, and then got dressed. I took one last look at the mirror in my bedroom and exhaled, brushing down my hair and fixing my visuals as best I could.

When I got downstairs, I expected my mother to be at work - but she was at the stove, cooking pancakes.

"Um, morning mum.." I said warily.