Babe, I Love You

Why?

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-A/N-

Hi, Loves!

I highly suggest playing my fave instrumental music in CLOY 'The Season of Us' while reading this chapter.

Here's the link in Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/62e6mqi5MxzjAZUwZxAiCC?si=daGSvaK6QXiabMBI5MvYyw

I hope you enjoy it! 😁
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Yejin dropped her phone on top of her office table out of shock. Her body felt cold like someone poured a bucket of ice on top of her head while feeling a big lump in her throat. A feeling like being stuck in a fridge but her heart is burning with fire. Her hands that were covering her mouth started to tremble.

The picture she saw won't sink over her head, but her insides are shrinking. She doesn't know what exactly to feel or what is the right thing to feel. She wants to cry but her tears won't fall. Her shoulders and knees are starting to wobble.

While trying to let out her unidentified emotions, she stood up and took her phone. Her hands were still shaking, so she tried to calm herself while putting her right hand on top of her left chest.

Inhale... Exhale... Inhale... Exhale... She told herself.

After she tried calming her breaths, she finally managed to dialed her best friend's number. Thank God, Hyojin picked up her call after a few rings.

"Yes, Yejin-ah?" Hyojin answered.

She was silent, so Hyojin calls her name again.

"Yejin-ah? Are you okay?"

"Ya! Son Yejin!"

Yejin paused for how many seconds before she answered... "Hy-- oj-- in-- ahh..." she stammered.

Hyojin immediately noticed the trembling sound of her best friend's voice, so she immediately asked her, "Ya! Where are you!?"

"O-- off-- ice..." her voice is still shaking.

"Don't go anywhere... I'll be there. Okay!?"

"Mmmm..." she said while slowly nodding her head.

After the call ended, she walks unsteadily towards the sofa while leaning her hands on the wall. She felt so weak that she can't even walk properly.

When she got seated, she put her hands on her face and bent her elbows on top of her knees.

Is that really him?

Who is that woman?

Is he the groom?

Was that their wedding?

For real?

These questions started flying on her mind. She wants to call him right away to have answers for all of these questions and hoping that he will say she just got the wrong idea.

She leaned her back and rested her head on the sofa. Looking up to the ceiling, she began thinking if this is the reason why Bin didn't often share or talk to her about his family, why he didn't let her meet his friends, if this is the 'family matter' he meant when she asked him to meet her family, or why Bin always insisting on meeting up at the church during the early days of their relationship, or why Bin always wants to spend their nights together on her flat, or why he didn't bring her to his house again after they made their first love, and etcetera, etcetera.