You Were My Love

Scene 127 - Date you (Part 2)

His finger is trembling a little.

Out of nervousness?

Out of excitement?

It had been so long.

Probably it was both.

He finally tapped the icon.

"Hello?"

"Jimin-ah, love, did you get my messages?" he rushed.
OK. No greetings. Fine.

Jimin decided to let it slide.

There must be something on the blonde's mind.
His days (and nights) were so over-packed.

The words were sweet, but Jimin couldn't be deceived.

There was a tension in the voice his man was trying to control.

Yet here too Jimin decided to leave his feelings aside and focus on the rare opportunity he was getting.

He tried to be jolly instead, and to show his happy side.

He could hear the heavy breathing at the other end of the line, and some sort of rumbling growl, but attempted to ignore it.

He chose to volubly chatter on, letting the enthusiasm and energy of the cheering event take over him.

"Your messages? Sorry Hae Wong-ah, I was on the phone with Tae Hyung-ssi, I haven't checked them yet. I was telling him about the great news! Listen, honey, I went through some kind of casting and I guess I wasn't THAT bad because they offered a contr-"

"Turn it down."

He was no longer pretending.

That was what Jimin thought as he quietly listened to the ice-cold tone in his man's voice.

As always, it was making it clear that Jimin didn't have a choice, didn't have a say.

"S- Sorry?" Jimin was baffled.

And for a few seconds, for a tiny few seconds, he was having a feeling that he was being scolded and punished for disobeying.

And there was this hole widening in his heart, that was hurting so much.

"You heard me. You can't accept it."

Jimin's heart sunk in misery.

There was absolutely no hint of a joke, or tenderness either.

It was harsh, and ruthless, and it was tearing him to pieces.

He wasn't t fool enough to go so gar as to 'wish' they'd finally meet.

Despite long months spent without dates, without love, weeks without phone calls, Jimin had been so, so brave.

He bore with it. He even grinned and bore through it all.

He knew his place. He wanted to be patient, and the best, ideal lover for his partner.

But it didn't mean that it didn't ache so bad - being one's best version, being an ideal person.

And that was also one of the reasons why Jimin's soul kept on agonizing. And his heart kept on bleeding.

Because after all that he'd sacrificed, everything that he'd had to go through, giving up on so much of what made him who he felt like being, he had seen modeling as a new hope.

Maybe THAT was something he could have explored.

That would make him feel like he was WORTH something.