problems | j.hs

9

it was wednesday. lana went out with a couple of friends whilst hoseok was still stuck at work. he asked for a few days off after the unfortunate miscarriage so he could spend time with his wife, but now that time lost is eating at him. he has so much work to complete with so little time leading up to the deadline.

he requested help from his coworkers and as expected they agreed. with their help, he managed to complete all the tasks assigned within the given time. he quickly cleaned up his desk and drove home. lana did tell him she was going out with friends so it didn't surprise him to come home to an empty house. he showered and changed into black joggers and a white tshirt.

the time was nearing midnight and lana still wasn't home. hoseok began to worry a lot and dialled her number a lot of times but all attempts were put to waste as the call went straight to voicemail.

"she never turns off her phone." he said to himself. he paced back and forth, massaging his temples and the bridge of his nose with his fingers.

thirty minutes later, a loud banging echoed through the house. hoseok quickly got up to open the door to reveal lana in the hands of another girl who he presumed was her friend. by the looks of her unconscious body, hoseok figured lana was drunk. he carried her to the couch and thanked her friend.

lana slurred, her hands getting caught in the tangles of her hair.

"lana, why'd you get drunk?" hoseok asked, placing a glass of cold water beside her. she gulped down slowly, a piercing headache hitting her like an earthquake.

"i didn't realise." was what she responded with. but lana rarely ever got drunk and when she did she made sure she was in the safe hands of hoseok. not at some friends party who hoseok has never even heard of, mind you, though they've been together for long long years.

"are you okay?" he didn't press her for answers, instead her wellbeing was his number one priority right now.

"i'm fine, namjoon. i just need a little sleep." she said then leaned back down on the couch, clutching a pillow tightly.

hoseok made him way to the kitchen and put the glass in the sink. anger and confusion overcame him.

"who the fuck is namjoon?" he thought.