An improbable Love Story || kth

Improbable, not impossible

~ seven years later ~

I wish I could say that our story ended there. That we lived happily ever after. That for the rest of our lives we lived in some sort of bliss and Taehyung was by my side every step of the way.

I thought it would end there, I truly did. But it didn't, because it wasn't a fairytale. After all, I said our love story was improbable and not impossible.

As with almost all college romances, we didn't last to the end. We love each other more than anything, but sometimes that's just not enough. Life throws things at you that you'd never see coming and it changes you and the people around you.

After finishing the rest of the semester in New York, Taehyung became miserable. What he still wanted more than anything was to attend the innovations program in Seoul and eventually he stopped denying that. When I yelled at him to go one last time during one of our fights, he actually left. That was when we decided to break things off.

Things were tough. Things were extremely tough for a very long time. We had endless nights of calling each other up and screaming at one another until we broke down crying. We had phone sex to cope with things, not wanting to let go of each other just yet. But it was over. And pretty soon the calls became less and less and we tried to move on.

Jimin, who had stayed for his last two years of college, became my solace for a long time. I'd be lying if I said I didn't hook up with him a few times in attempts of mending my broken heart. It was a mistake of course and the two of us knew that, so eventually we brushed it off and stayed friends for a while.

Life took all of us into different directions though. Jimin headed back to Korea to join Hoseok in a new business venture within his new dance company and I was offered my first job at a garment company. Although I was a slow worker, it turns out I come up with great designs when working with ideas people relay to me, something I learned through that damn art history class. My whole livelihood became to design prototypes of products and I really love my job and the fact that I stayed in New York City. However, there are some things I just cannot let go.

"Char, can you get the designs ready by Monday?", my boss stopped by my desk once again that morning, seemingly even more bent on getting me stressed this week.

"Sure thing", I replied sunnily. I knew I could get it done. Most likely.

"Oh and there's a new product pitch I need you to go over today, okay?", she added to my list of things to do.

"Yeah, just send me the details by email", I barely glanced at her as she nodded and disappeared into her glass office.

I was much too focused on this new design I was making. It was going to be the best one so far and it just needed a few more details... That would probably take me five hours to complete. But I was focused and in the zone. People knew not to distract me while working. And with people I mean my co-workers and not old best friends.

My phone started ringing loudly off the hook and I sighed deeply, leaning back in my desk chair and taking a deep breath. Of course it was Evie calling me.

"Evie, seriously", was my new standard greeting to her.

"Oh my gosh, Char, I have so much to tell you", she started blabbing as usual.

"You called me yesterday", I answered in an unamused tone.

"Yeah, but everything went up in flames since we talked! The wedding caterer was apparently a drug dealer on the side, so then we had to look for someone else while they were sending him to jail, but it turns out that every other caterer in the tri-state area is booked for next six months, so now we found this-", her rant went on and on and I barely listened as I continued working on my project on the side.