The Secrets He Hides: A Min Yoongi Story [WIP]

Part 2: Out Of The Rain

"How's your day been?" Tom said as I walked through the door of our small end-terraced home.

"Don't ask," I muttered, taking off my soaked-through coat and hanging it on the peg. As if my day couldn't get any worse, the moment I'd left the office, the sky had clouded over and cold, heavy rain had begun to fall. By the time, I'd gotten home, I was drenched, freezing and utterly miserable.

"Ah well. Tomorrow might be better." I stared at Tom's back as he walked away into the living room. He hadn't noticed how wet I was, or that I was shivering or offered to make me a hot drink to warm me up. Instead, he sat down, picked up his PlayStation controller and continued to play the game that he spent most of his free time on. Typical Tom. No wonder I felt like I did about him. Numb. Loveless.

I kicked off my shoes and undressed out of my damp clothes as I took myself upstairs to the bathroom, where I spun the hot tap of the bath and poured in some bubbles before turning to look at myself in the mirror.

I was a mess. My blonde hair needed cutting. My twenty-something body was slightly fatter than I'd like it to be. I had to get myself back on a diet again. My boobs looked droopier than they used to in the plain bra that I was wearing. Not that Tom was interested in them anyway. He'd rather play with his friends online than play with his wife in bed.

I finished getting undressed and lowered myself into the hot bath, feeling some of the tensions lift from me as the fresh smell of the bubble bath filled my senses and the warmth of the water stung my skin and drove the ice from my bones. My muscles relaxed and my mind began to wander. A fantasy began to form in my mind; of a new me, invigorated and confident, like I used to be, and of a new man entering my life. Someone who appreciated me. Who wanted me. Who I wanted.

He'd be dark-haired. Dark-eyed. Mysterious. Sexy. Everything that Tom wasn't. And the things we'd do... My hand strayed down between my legs, enjoying the heat that was building there.

"Are you going to be long?" Tom's voice bellowed through the door. "I need to pee."

For fuck's sake. I couldn't even have a bath in peace. "One minute. I'll get out," I sighed.

The rest of the evening passed as most evenings did. We ate, talked about boring, day-to-day things like we did every night (some nights we didn't talk at all), he played on his game while I went on my phone and then we went to bed, back to back, like we usually did.

A miserable end to a miserable day. But as Tom said, tomorrow might be better.

And it was. As I fell asleep that night, listening to the sound of the rain pattering against the window, I had no idea just how much better tomorrow was going to be.