Yours Truly

Part 7: Other Side

"Mellie, I want to end this once and for all. Please help me, I want to file an annulment." I said while still in tears.

"That means, you have to face Kim Junmyeon again."

"If meeting him means cutting the last string of rope that's binding us, I'll endure it. I don't want to live as Mrs. Kim anymore." I firmly said.

"If that's what you want, and if that's what will make you happier, then I'll have to support you." I heard a hint of disappointment in her tone.

For the past years, Mellie, whenever she's drunk or even tipsy, randomly asks me some what ifs. What if Junmyeon and I did not broke up? What if we're still in Korea? Or what if the incident with my baby did not happen? I know that those words mean something to her. I bet she doesn't even remember asking me those questions. Those were her hidden feelings, she's suppressing them, as a consideration for mine. That's why I know that she's still hoping a better ending for me and Junmyeon.

"By the way, did someone stop by earlier, a man perhaps?" I asked

"That's impossible. No one knows you've been hospitalized. Why?"

"I see. So it was just a dream." I murmured and closed my eyes. "I'll try to rest more and get some sleep."

"Yes, you better do so. I'll also monitor your meals from now on. So I'll move to ur place. If you wanna die early, just tell me to kill you. UTI and malnutrition is not a good reason to die early, okay?"

I chuckled. Mellie becomes very hilarious whenever she acts like a mom. "Ahhh. What will I do without you in my life, bestie?" I jokingly said.

"I'm not kidding!" Her eyes widen to emphasize that she's not kidding.

"Okay. Okay. Hahahaha. Shut up now eomma (mommy), I wanna get some more sleep." I said and closed my eyes.

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Junmyeon's POV

"Hello. Yes, it's been a long time. Any news?" I asked the person on the other line.

"I see. Just keep your eye on her. How about the flowers? Good. Just keep me posted. Kamsahamnida chingu." I ended the call with a big smile in my face.

"I'll see you soon love.." I murmured while fondly staring at the portrait of a woman inside my room. She was the love of my life. The precious gem that I lost 6 years ago.. The woman whom I promised to share my life with.. The woman who hates me the most.. My wife, my precious wife.

People see me as an idol who has everything in life. An idol who's well known and well respected. Most people would even want to experience whatever I have. Little did they know, that behind my bright smile, behind my performances, my meaningful ments, and bubbly personality, is a husband longing for a wife.

My life practically stopped 6 years ago. When she left me alone, I knew that I could never again, live my life the same way. I dance, I perform, I sing, I act and I do all the stuff that I needed to do, but after every Music shows, after every concert, after every single practice, I was once again, left alone at home, buried with my loneliness.

I missed her, a lot. I want to slap my face whenever I recall those days that I broke her heart. My heart never changed. All I could do now is to send her flowers, make sure that she's living well and good in her country.

All I can do is to help her in any way I can. Even though she left me, I'm still her husband. It's still my responsibility to make her the happiest and her smile the brightest. She'll probably not be happy if she knew all the help that she got from me, but that's the only thing I can do for my woman. I can be updated and help her this much, because of the help of a special person.