Exo Imagines

141. You've Always Wanted (Xiumin) Part 2

The long awaited part two for my latest Xiumin imagine. Hope you all like it :)

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"Okay, I need more pout," the overly camp photographer requested as he tilted his fancy and very expensive looking camera to take a portrait picture of you. You rolled your eyes and huffed a little under your breathe. Even though you were complaining almost silently, your photographer somehow still managed to hear you. "Enough of the sass, Missy," he said almost sternly.

"Come on, Jay, you're the one that told me sass was a huge seller," you replied rather snidely, but Jay only chuckled and continued to take photos.

It's had been four years since that faithful night and you had managed to get yourself a job acting as the lead female role in a popular mystery drama. At first you liked it, but after the first three seasons, the show switched from a cool mystery drama into a silly romantic drama. And romance only made you think of Minseok.

At that moment your young personal assistant walked into the room and gestures for you to go over to her. "I'll be just a minute," you say to her and you change poses.

"You're husband is here," she says in a quiet voice.

"Thats funny, I don't have a husband," you say with a huff as you step down off the stage you were on and head over to follow her through into your dressing room where Xiumin stood, leaning back against your table, arms folded and legs crossed at the ankles.

"You have to sign these," he says bluntly as he held his arm out, white pieces of paper hanging from in-between his fingers.

You take the paper and begin to sign. "And then we're not married."

"Just like magic," he sad with a slight shrug, a little hint of sadness washing over his handsome face.

You sigh heavily and hand him the forms back, trying to avoid looking into those gorgeous brown eyes of his. "Sorry, can't chat. Working," you say and start to turn to walk back into the studio, your assistant already walking back through the door.

"Really?" He snorted. "Thought you were just pouting at a camera."

"Minseok!" You raise your voice angrily, turning around to scowl at him. Xiumin just stares at you blankly. "That was uncalled for!"

Xiumin notices the sudden change in your tone, hearing the fierce, enraged way you spoke your words, him straightening up in defence. "You have no right to be angry at me!" He argues back, his nostrils flaring slightly as his eyebrows pull together.

"Why not?"

"We both know that the basic fact of our relationship, _______, is that I always loved you more than you loved me!"

"How can you say that?" Your rage dropped straight to hurt, it feeling like there was an ice cold blade being jabbed right between your ribcage.

"20 years!" He started, his voice sounded strong and furious, him trying to tear off your copy of the divorce documents without ripping it to shreds in anger. "20 years I waited for you! And I'm still waiting now! Don't you try and deny it." He held out your copy for you.

But you violently slapped his hand away, tears started to fill up at your lower lids, your voice breaking as you mutter, "Don't you dare say that to me. Don't you ever dare."

"You left me!"

"You want kids!" You cracked, tears flowing freely down your cheeks now and to flailed your arms in frustration, running your fingers through your now tear sodden fringe, pulling it back out of your face. "You've always wanted kids, ever since you were a kid! And I can't have them."

"I know."

"Whatever happened during my five miscarriages made sure I could never ever give you what you wanted."

"You still left," he says in a sorrow voice.

"I didn't leave you, I gave you up!"

"_____, I don't..."

"Don't you ever talk to me about waiting twenty years, because that is nothing, Minseok, nothing, compared to giving you up!"