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Taken For Granted - Pt. 1
“Babe, where’s my nike socks?” Son shouted from the second floor asking his wife, Jieun, who’s preparing breakfast downstairs in the kitchen.
“They must be in the socks drawer. I never put it anywhere else,” Jieun said while cutting the fruits for Son’s morning smoothie. Son is a creature of habit - his daily breakfast consists of white rice, hot soup, 3 types of Korean side dishes, brown rice tea and a smoothie containing apple, kale, banana, and a small block of tofu for protein. He also demanded his soup to be freshly cooked every morning. That means no leftover from dinner the day before.
“If they are in the socks drawer, I wouldn’t have to ask you, would I?” Son said sarcastically.
Jieun quickly rinsed her hands and wiped them on her apron before running upstairs to help her husband find his socks. In their bedroom, Son was standing with hands on his hips in front of the drawers. His face visibly annoyed. Jieun quickly dug into the drawer and within 1 minute, she found the socks buried at the back of the drawer.
“Here you go,” she said while she gave the socks to her husband. Son snatched the socks from her hands rather roughly. “Next time put it where I can easily find them. You have wasted my time,” he spat before making his way downstairs to the dining room to have his breakfast.
Son didn’t use to be like this. As everyone know, Son is one of the most likeable soccer player in the world. People say no matter which team you are rooting for, you won’t be able to resist Son’s charm. He used to treat Jieun like a queen too, up until their 2nd year of marriage. Son, being the family man that he is, wanted them to have a child. However, after 2 years of trying, for some reasons Jieun just wouldn’t get pregnant. Later they found out that Jieun is diagnosed with endometriosis which caused the fertility problem. It is a treatable disease, however despite their best efforts, they are still childless 3 years into their marriage.
Jieun blamed herself all the time and in the beginning, Son will try to convince her that it is not her fault and that he’s fine with their current situation. However, as time went by he grew more and more frustrated, especially after seeing many of his teammates brought their children and spouses to the games. Son’s reassuring words were soon replaced by his spiteful remarks.
After composing herself, Jieun made her way downstairs to finish up the smoothie. Son has already started his breakfast while browsing his phone. He didn’t even ask her to join him for breakfast so she just quietly continued to finish making the smoothie and serving it to her husband.
“I’ll be home late today. Or I might stay over at Dele’s. Don’t wait up for me,” Son said, not looking up from his phone.
“OK,” Jieun answered dejectedly while washing the dishes. Today is her birthday and she couldn’t help but to reminisce about the past when Son would take her for an evening picnic or a fine dining restaurant to celebrate her birthday. Now, he wouldn’t even wish her a happy birthday. She hoped it was because he forgot about it and not because he was deliberately trying to ignore the occasion.
After Son was done with breakfast, he quickly put on his gear and went out the door for practice. Once she heard Son’s car driving out the garage, Jieun rinsed her soapy hands, turned off the faucet, sat on the floor, and cried her heart out. She knew she deserved this - she deserved all of the hurtful remarks her supposed husband threw at her. She has failed as a wife, as a woman. She couldn’t fulfill her one true duty which is to bring life into this world. Although it is painful, sometimes she hoped Son would just divorce her so that he can move on and find someone else who can give him a child. In fact, everyday she’s just waiting for him to serve her with the papers.
Suddenly, Jieun heard her phone rang from the living room. She wiped her tears and made her way to the living room to pick it up. It was a video call from her sister - probably going to wish her a happy birthday. She hung up and called her back using voice call. Jieun didn’t want her sister to worry which she will if she saw her crying face.
“Hey, why did you hang up?” her sister asked from across the line.
“Oh, there’s some issues with my camera so I won’t be able to do video calls for a while,” Jieun lied.
“Are you serious? Your husband is one of the most famous soccer player in the world and yet he couldn’t buy his wife a new phone?” her sister scoffed. She knew by accident that Son has been treating Jieun badly. She came over to surprise Jieun for her birthday last year and she heard Son scolding the shit out her at 8 AM in the morning. His reason? His soup was too salty. If Jieun didn’t hold her back, she would’ve beat Son’t pretty face up.
“Haha yeah no I asked him not to because this phone is still working well. It’s just the camera,” Jieun lied again.
There was a moment of silence before her sister said, “Is it because you just cried and you didn’t want me to see your crying face?”
She knew Jieun too well. For a moment Jieun was so tempted to confide in her but she knew that it will only bring more problems for her. “No. Can we please let it go?” Jieun pleaded.
Her sister sighed, “Alright, whatever. I just called to wish you happy birthday, you old woman!”
Jieun smiled. She couldn’t ask for a better sister. If Jieun didn’t have her sister’s support, she probably would’ve unalived herself at one point. After all, there’s only so much a woman can take.
“Thank you so much, Ji-an. Don’t know what I would do without you,” Jieun said, sincerely.
“Did mom call?” Ji-an asked.
“No,” Jieun answered dejectedly. Like Son, Jieun used to have a good relationship with her mom. Jieun used to be her prized daughter especially after she married South Korea’s living nation treasure, Son Heungmin. But, after her mom heard about her fertility problem, she felt embarrassed and repeatedly apologised to Son and his family as if the illness is within her daughter’s control. She started treating Jieun badly too and even asked Son to divorce Jieun in front of her face once. Just like with her husband, Jieun swallowed all of the abuse because she thought she deserved it.
“But, that’s OK though. I have you!” Jieun quickly continued, not wanting to worry her sister with her problems.
“Seriously, though. I don’t understand what is her problem. It’s not like you are the one who consciously chose not to conceive. The illness is not your fault,” Ji-an said.
“Hey, hey, don’t be upset please. I don’t even care anymore, so you shouldn’t too, OK?” Jieun assured her sister. It’s true - she didn’t care anymore about all of the abuse that she’s geeting from both her husband and her own mother. But not caring doesn’t mean that it doesn’t hurt.
They spoke on the phone for a while, catching up on each other’s lives before she let Ji-an go. Jieun felt a little bit better after conversing with her little sister and so she went back to the kitchen to finish cleaning up.
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In the locker room, the boys have just finished their training for the day. Son was sitting shirtless, browsing his phone, trying to cool off his body before he’s going to shower.
“OK, guys! I’m gonna go now,” Lucas Moura announced to the room while quickly packing up his belongings.
“Why the hurry?” Son asked.
“It’s my wife’s birthday today. We’re going to have a nice dinner and then you know,” Lucas winked and the room erupted in laughter and a few gagging sounds. “You guys are just jealous,” Lucas laughed.
“Hey, Sonny, aren’t you going to go too? I remember your wife’s birthday is on the same day as Lucas’ wife’s, isn’t it?” Hugo Lloris asked.
Son was caught offguard. He completely forgot. But, honestly even if he remembered, he wouldn’t do anything about it. As much as he hates to admit it, he has lost his feelings towards his wife as his frustration grew due to their circumstance. He knew it wasn’t her fault - it’s not like she had the choice to have the illness. It’s just that he felt like she’s not trying hard enough to be better. He has paid so much money for her treatments. Fed her the best foods that the doctors said can support her condition. But all of that are wasted efforts. They still couldn’t have a child to this day.
“Nah, she’s going to celebrate with her family,” Son lied. He stood up and made his way to the shower room so that he wouldn’t have to answer any more questions about his wife.
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At home, Jieun had just finished showering when her phone rang. It was Larissa Saad, Lucas Moura’s wife. Seeing her name, Jieun quickly remembered that Larissa’s birthday is on the same day as hers. She felt bad for not calling earlier and she quickly picked up her phone.
“Hi Larissa! Happy birthday!” Jieun said.
“Happy birthday to you too! It’s a good thing our birthdays are on the same date. Otherwise, I’m really bad with people’s birthdays and you would probably hate me for forgetting yours,” Larissa joked.
“Nonsense! I can never hate you,” Jieun laughed.
“Anyway, I’m sure Son has something up his sleeve to celebrate your birthday, am I right?” Larissa teased.
Jieun was stunned. Again, in the spur of the moment, she was so tempted to tell Larissa the truth - that her husband forgot, or chose to forget, about her birthday. That she has been treated badly by her so-called husband and that she’ll be spending her birthday evening watching Christmas movies on Netflix in her living room. But, of course she knew better.
“Well actually…” Jieun paused for a bit. “Son has an event he has to attend to tonight, so I’ll be spending my birthday alone at home.”
“What?! Oh my days… I’m going to spank Son when I meet him next time.” Larissa said, making Jieun laugh.
“You know what, no best friend of mine is going to spend her birthday alone, miserable at home…”
“Who said I’ll be miserable?” Jieun defended herself, even though she knew that it was indeed going to be quite a miserable and lonely night.
“You can be in denial all you want, OK. But Lucas and I are taking you out. Let’s celebrate our birthday together!” Larissa said excitedly.
“Oh… No, please, don’t worry about it. I wouldn’t want to ruin your special night with Lucas. I’m sure he has a lot of special things that he has prepared especially for you,” Jieun said pleadingly.
“Look, Lucas can have me after midnight, but it’s my birthday. So I decide who I want to spend it with and it’s with both you and Lucas.”
“But…”
“Oh, come on…” Larissa continued to persuade Jieun to join her and Lucas for dinner. It took a lot of convincing from Larissa’s side, but fortunately in the end Jieun finally agreed. Larissa texted her the hotel’s name where they’ll be having dinner and Jieun quickly went to the bedroom to get ready. As much as she hates intruding Lucas and Larissa’s special night, she must admit, it does feel good to have someone throw a special event to celebrate her birthday.
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“I’m really sorry again for intruding your special night with Larissa. I’m sure you would have wanted to have the dinner with only the two of you,” Jieun apologised for the numerous times to Lucas after they are seated at their table in the fancy restaurant.
“Stop it, Jieun. If you keep apologizing like this, Larissa is going to beat the hell out of me once we go home later,” Lucas teased, earning him a few light slaps on the arm from Larissa. “Besides, Larissa said you were going to spend your birthday alone at home. I wouldn’t wish that upon my worst enemy,” Lucas jokingly shivered at the thought.
Jieun laughed at Lucas’ antics.
“But jokes aside, I thought Son said you were going to celebrate your birthday with your parents?” Lucas asked.
Jieun was taken back. ‘So he did remember…’ Jieun thought to herself. But, of course he would pull off such lie just to avoid spending time with her.
“Oh… right, yeah I was, but turned out my mom didn’t feel so well and my sister has to do an overtime at work so we cancelled the plan,” Jieun lied. She was amazed at herself by how easy these lies keep rolling off her tongue the more time she spent married to Son.
Larissa and Lucas nodded and proceeded to change the topic.
Dinner went well and they’re up to dessert now. Jieun excused herself to go the bathroom which is located right across the hotel’s lobby. She was passing by the lobby when she saw a familiar back view. It’s the back of a man that she saw every night before she goes to sleep because he now sleeps facing away from her even though he used to hold her in his arms, saying that her scent calms him down. It cannot be, she thought to herself. Because the man in the lobby was holding another woman’s arm. The woman is gorgeous - long legs, slender arms - she looked as if she just stepped out of a Victoria’s Secret catalogue book. But the man, despite wearing a black hoodie with a cap on, is unmistakably Son Heungmin. Her husband. The man who’s supposed to only be holding her arm and nobody else’s.
Jieun stood frozen, unable to process her emotion. Until she felt a tap on her shoulder.
“Hey, I thought you wanted to go to the loo?” Larissa asked. She followed Jieun’s eyesight towards the direction of the man and the woman who are now standing at the receptionist desk, looking to check in. “What the actual fuck.” Larissa excalimed.
“It’s him, isn’t it. I’m no imagining things right, Larissa?” Jieun’s voice getting weaker and weaker by the words. Larissa, fuming, went back to the restaurant and dragged Lucas out and pointed him towards Son’s direction.
“Is that… Son?” Lucas asked in dibelieve.
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This.... this is so.... cute....
tom on a date with “You always duck away when you smile.” from the prompt list🥺🥺🥺
the diner - a hole in the wall place tom insisted on taking you to for your third date - is just a hop skip away from your place, so when the manager finally manages to kick you out around one a.m., tom insists on walking you home.
“so,” he starts, grinning down at you.
the sidewalk is damp, late-night wind chilly as it billows through your shirt. you suppress a shiver when you look up at him.
“so?”
“was i right? best french fries in the city?”
you smirk. “i’m afraid to say yes, ‘cause the last thing you need is an ego boost.”
tom cackles - actually cackles - head tilted back and all. his amusement is so endearing that it causes you to smile, bowing your head instinctively.
he reaches for your hand just as you meet his gaze again, fingers comforting and pleasant as they curl through the space between yours. it’s not the first time you’ve held hands, but it is the first time you’ve done so in such a carefree way. no need to worry about a random pap when you’re out this late.
“you look super pretty tonight, by the way,” he tells you, swinging your hands back and forth. “i, uh, couldn’t remember if i told you that already.”
“you did.” you bite back another smile. he’s told you at least five times already. “but thank you.”
his hand, along with the steady warmth of his gaze, is so much that you almost forget how freezing you are. when another gust of wind blows from behind, it catches you so off guard that you shiver violently.
“i know,” tom agrees. “chilly, innit?”
“a little bit, yeah.”
“oh! hang on a sec. god, i’m such an idiot.”
he stops in his tracks, his jacket already halfway off his shoulders. before you can protest he’s got it draped around you, hands running up and down your arms a few times to get you to stop shivering.
“better?”
“yeah, but what about you?” you glance at the thin material of his t-shirt, eyes wandering over the goosebumps that are already appearing on his arms.
but tom just shrugs, taking your hand again. “i have this to warm me up,” he says as he lifts up your hand, bringing it close to his chest.
you chuckle, involuntarily covering your mouth with your other palm. the jacket is a bit big, sleeves long and heavy as they drape over your wrists. but it smells faintly of his hugs and the time he brushed a piece of hair out of your face while you were in the middle of speaking, so you burrow yourself into it happily.
you start to walk again, but tom gives your hand a gentle tug, making you reposition yourself in front of him.
“what’s wrong?” you ask.
“why do you do that?”
you furrow your brows. “do what?”
“you always duck away when you smile. or you just - you try to hide it, i guess. i only noticed ‘cause i make you smile and laugh a lot, if i do say so myself.”
your lips curl up at that, yet you stare down at your feet as soon as it happens. tom gives your hand a little shake, urging you to look up.
“see! that’s what i’m talking about.”
you pause in consideration. “you really wanna know?”
“i mean, only if you wanna tell me.”
you nod, taking a deep breath. “i had braces for like, five years. it was terrible. but to make matters worse, some kids were really mean about it, as they often are. it got to the point where anytime i had to laugh or smile, hiding my mouth was just…”
“easier?” tom fills in, brushing his thumb over your knuckles gently.
you shrug. “yeah. and now it’s like i can’t help it? i don’t really know.”
he presses his lips together, seeming to ponder over your words for a few seconds of silence. then he takes a step forward, eyes gleaming earnestly.
“so… do i get to tell you how pretty your smile is now? because i’d really, really like to.”
you laugh, and you don’t look away but you do bite your lip, not wanting to lose eye contact with the boy you’ve just decided you like ten times more. as if that were possible.
“kids are mean,” he continues. “but you’re not. you’re… you’re so good, y/n. and you’ve got such a great smile to match.”
“how would you know? you’ve never even seen it.”
he chuckles, reaching down to tighten his jacket around your shoulders. “then i guess, until you’re comfortable, i’ll have to start looking harder.”
the two of you eventually start walking again, hands still intertwined, and you have to admit that you’re a bit sad when you finally reach your doorstep. it’s nice talking to him - nice having someone who doesn’t push you too hard over something so trivial. he even lets you keep his jacket.
and it’s ironic, you think, that right before he leaves, he kisses the smile away from your lips when you’re saying your goodbyes.
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Shawn Mendes Angst - Birthdays Suck (Less When You Have Shawn)
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Shawn Mendes Imagines
Angst, hurt-comfort, fluff (you know me)
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It’s that time of the year again. The so-called every so important: birthday. I have always hated this day. Well, not always. After my dad passed away just a few weeks before my birthday 2 years ago, I have been hating on my birthday.
What even is a birthday. It’s the day when I was born - sure. But what’s so special about it? Why should I make it the happiest day of my life? I’m not special. I don’t even know why I was born.
Unwillingly, I get up from my bed and head straight to the bathroom to clean myself up. Noticed how I didn’t reach for my phone first thing in the morning like we all do? That’s because I don’t want to be reminded of the day.
Staring at myself in the mirror, I began to despise myself even more if that’s even possible. I quickly brushed my teeth, washed my face, took a speedy shower and head out the door to the cafe where I work. That’s right, I asked for a shift on my birthday. I even asked for an extra shift just so that I will be working from 7 AM to 11 PM. How am I going to survive this day? I’ll put it to God’s hands.
My phone has been vibrating non-stop. It was my boyfriend of 8 months, Shawn. I know he’s worried - I have deleted all of my social media last night and deactivated most of my chat applications just so that people won’t be able to contact and congratulate me. I also haven’t been replying to his messages since last night. I just need to isolate myself on this day and Shawn is yet to be aware of this. Putting my phone on aeroplane mode, I began my hell-ish shift.
None of my workmates congratulates me for my birthday because I told them before not to. I begged them, for Heaven’s sake. It was a relief that they didn’t ask a lot of questions. I know they wanted to, but they held themselves back and I am ever so thankful for that. Who would wanna listen to angsty cliché about a parent’s death anyway?
Little did I realise, it was already 3 PM. My mates began the shift change, leaving me alone tending the floor for 10 minutes. My boss offered me to take a break, but I refused because being unoccupied means that I would just wallow in self-pity.
Suddenly, table number 4 began singing the happy birthday song. It grabbed the attention of the whole cafe, including myself. The main character, a girl, probably around 16-18, long blonde hair, preppy fashion; your typical girl next door with a happy family. Her parents, sat at either side of her, clapping while singing. Her mom gave her a small kiss on the cheek. Her friends (or families) cheered and congratulated her. Beaming, she thanked everyone and kissed her parents’ cheeks.
“I want that,” wait, what? What did I just say? Most importantly, did I say that out loud?
Crap, OK. I can’t be here right now.
“Boss, I’m heading out for lunch. See you in a bit,” I rushed out through the backdoor and took a pack of cigarette out from my back pocket.
Yes, I smoke. Have been just a little after my dad passed away. It helps, OK. It really does help calm my nerves down and distract me from whatever pain I am feeling. Shawn does not know about this, of course. He would flip if he does.
One puff, two puff. My mind began to wander. I didn’t even realise someone was towering over me until that person roughly ripped the cigarette away from my lips.
“Jesus, fu-,” I looked up and found Shawn staring down at me with anger seething in his eyes. “Shawn...”
“So, this is what you do after ignoring me and all of your friends?” his voice was low, menacing, almost.
“I just need to be left alone for today, OK. Please understand that.”
“Couldn’t you explain that to me before disappearing into thin air? Do you really don’t trust me so much that you didn’t think I would leave you alone if you ask?” he spat at me.
Well, that didn’t really cross my mind. He’s right, I could’ve just told him. Why didn’t I? Probably because this is how I’ve always been - disappearing into thin air when I couldn’t cope with my issues.
I took a deep breath. I’m really too tired for this shit and I have no energy left in me to discuss anything with anyone. I haven’t even eaten anything today!
“Sorry,” I said, more like whispered.
“That’s it? No explanation, none whatsoever? Just ‘sorry’?!” he probed.
“Look, Shawn, I...” and the world just faded to black
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Beep
Beep
Beep
The heck? Where am I? I am laying on a bed. Something’s poking my arm. It smells strongly of a hospital.
That’s because I am in the hospital.
“Her blood sugar level was dangerously low and she was rather dehydrated. That is probably why she fainted,” I hear a man’s voice from just outside of the separator curtain.
“Do you need to keep her here for a few days or something?” That’s Shawn’s voice.
“We probably won’t need to. Once we’re done with the IV, I’ll prescribe some medicines and she’ll be good to go. Just make sure that she’ll be taking it easy for the next few days and get her plenty of food and fluids,” the man, probably the doctor, spoke again.
There was a small pause before Shawn thanked the doctor. The curtain opened and in came the both of them.
“Well, hello there. How are we feeling?” The doctor asked me in an annoyingly upbeat tone of voice.
“Nothing, I feel nothing.”
“Once you are done with the IV, hopefully, you’ll feel much better,” he smiled as he checked the IV bag. He then excused himself, leaving me and Shawn in very uncomfortable silence. Shawn walked to the side of my bed and stood towering over me, looking at me with sadness in his eyes. He then slowly grabbed my hand that was free from the IV and rubbed the back of it with his thumb.
“Shawn I’m really sorry,” I began.
“It’s OK. Cara explained everything to me,” he pushed my hair away from my face and planted a long kiss on my forehead. I closed my eyes and relished the feeling of comfort and safety that he gave me. He tore his face away from mine and kissed the back of my hand. “I didn’t know how you feel about birthdays and I was taken back by what you did. Would be nice if you at least gave me a heads up beforehand, you know,” he chuckled. I chuckled along with him.
“Yes, I’m really sorry. It was very selfish of me,” I repented.
“Don’t apologise. I know it must have been very hard for you as well. But, can I at least try to change how you feel about your birthday?” he asked with a smile on his face.
“And how would you do that?”
He chuckled once more. “Finish that IV bag and we’ll see,” he winked at me.
I can’t wait to see what’s in store for me.
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Shawn is becoming his true male white form.....a disappointment
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THIS IS THE EXACTLY SAME PHOTO IN DIFFERENTS UNIVERSES
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Steak and Wine Dinner
Hi everyone! I’m Liliath and I’m new around here :) This is my first story so please be nice to me (please please I am begging you). I hope you all can enjoy my shitty writing and hit me up because I need ~Friends~ around here. Thanks y’all!
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Shawn Mendes Imagines
Angst, hurt-comfort, fluff (what even is this mix smh)
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Isn’t it ironic how I am currently sitting in a very fancy restaurant yet my eyes are scanning the menu looking for the cheapest item on it? Mains are obviously off the table. I can’t even afford anything from the tapas option. Appetisers? Well, I could go for the classic mushroom soup or the sad garden salad.
“So, what are you going to have, honey? I’m thinking steak and a nice glass of wine, what do you say?” my boyfriend of 2 years, Shawn, asked while looking at the menu like I do.
Crap I definitely won’t be able to afford those.
“Actually, I’m not that hungry so I might go for the mushroom soup,” I said with very little confidence in my voice.
“Only?” Shawn looked up from the menu.
“Ye... yeah,” I cleared my throat and put the menu down on the table so that I’m not tempted to go with my impulse and ordering the same things as he is.
Shawn audibly sighed and put his menu down as well. “OK, be honest with me,” his eyes piercing into mine, “Are you on some kind of sick diet I don’t know about? Cause you know how much I hate it when...”
“No, no I’m not. I swear I’m not,” I cut him off. “I’m just not that hungry,” I shrugged.
“I don’t buy it,” He shook his head. “All you had for lunch was a measly piece of bread and some boxed milk or something and you didn’t even eat breakfast. You’re telling me you’re not hungry right now?” He raised his left eyebrow at me.
“Yes,” I didn’t want to give him a long answer because, frankly, I feel very cornered right now and I’m afraid that my voice will give it away.
“You’re getting a steak. Period.” He raised his hand to catch the attention of the waiter.
“Shawn...” I am half begging him right now. I really can’t afford a steak and wine dinner. Hell, I can barely afford a McDonald’s dinner these days.
“Oh, and a glass of wine,” He said it sternly and I know better than to argue with him when he’s at this stage.
“Hi, yes, we would like 2 of this premium Kobe beef steak. Medium-well, please. And 2 glasses of your finest red wine. Thank you,” He smiled at the waiter who took our order.
I sighed in defeat. Well, there goes my lunch for at least the next 4 days. I’m sure I can mooch off Alessia’s, my best friend, lunch or something. I’ll figure it out.
“You better finish every single piece of the damn steak, you hear me?” Shawn threatened me playfully.
“Yes, dad,” I rolled my eyes at him and we both broke into giggles.
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I must say the steak and wine were beautiful while they lasted. I haven’t had a proper fancy dinner in a while because Shawn was away for so long for the tour. I’ve gotten quite acquainted with ramen and sandwiches these couple of months. That’s why it’s no surprise that the minute the buttery piece of steak entered my mouth, I almost cried in happiness.
Man, I sound so broke right now it’s embarrassing.
I am, however, slapped back to reality when the bill came and the total has 4 digits in it. Shawn quickly whips out his wallet and fished his black platinum card out and gave it to the waiter.
“How much do I owe you?” I asked with a slight tremble in my voice.
“Oh, don’t worry about it, honey. It’s my treat,” He finishes his wine and gestures me to do the same.
“No, babe, you know we don’t do that in this relationship,” I shook my head in disagreement.
“Babe...” he takes my hand from across the table and comfortingly rubs the top of it with his thumb. “Let me treat you this one time, OK? It’s been a while since we see each other and I want to make sure that my best girl is properly fed,” He said with his signature assuring smile that I love so much.
“Besides, you can pick up the bill the next time around, if it bothers you that much,” He continued.
Yes, that is the problem. I might not be able to do that until my next paycheck with doesn’t come until the end of this month and by then, Shawn will be gone again for the tour. I took a deep breath and looked down on my lap. Why must I be so goddamn poor?!
“Babe, hey,” Shawn tilted his head, trying to get a look at my face, “you okay, honey?” He asked with his gentle voice.
“Yeah, no, sorry. I’ll... I’ll get the check for the next meal, OK?” I tried to smile at him, I really did. But, I’m sure it came out more like a grimace because Shawn’s expression went from slightly worried to really concerned.
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“Thank you for dinner today. It’s really sweet of you,” I said as I unbuckle my seatbelt, getting ready to hop off the car and run into my bedroom to mope and feel sorry for myself because of how poor I am.
“Good night,” I kissed his cheek and when I was about to get off, Shawn’s hand quickly grabbed mine.
“Wait, I need to talk to you,” He said in such an urgent manner that it scares me.
“Is... everything ok?” my body is facing him but my eyes are avoiding him on they’re own.
“Look, I wasn’t planning to bring this up myself because I was hoping that you will be the one to tell me first, but...,” He sighed, “Babe, I know.”
“Know... what?” I sat back and play with my finger.
“Why didn’t you tell me that your mom is very sick?” His body is now facing me and I want nothing but to run away from this situation. “Honey, come on, look at me,” He coaxed when he sees that I have no intention to face him, but instead opting to look out the heavily tinted window into the dark abyss.
“Y/n,” crap, he’s serious now. I slowly turned my body and looked up to find his very concerned expression.
“This is exactly why I don’t want to tell you, Shawn,” at this point, I just want to cry, but I know how much I hate it when people cry during arguments so I’m not going to do that to him.
“What? Because I worry? I’m pretty sure that’s an obvious reaction when someone found out that their significant other has been surviving on ramen and convenience store sandwiches because her mom is seriously ill?!” He raised his voice a little bit.
“How did you know about that part?” I squinted my eyes at him.
“Alessia told me, OK, because she was so worried about you. She saw your eye bags and you skin getting paler by the day, and at first, I thought it couldn’t be that bad. But, now that I am looking at you, I almost want to beat myself up for not intervening sooner,” Shawn pulls at his curls in desperation and I hate seeing him like this when it’s obviously not his fault. At all.
“Shawn, look, please don’t be mad at yourself. I was the one who didn’t tell you and it is for a reason,” I try to comfort him.
“And that is?��� He asked.
I took a deep breath before opening my voice, “You were on tour. You were having your moment and was surrounded by people who love and care about you, and I can’t possibly ruin that for you, babe,” my eyes start glistening with tears and I try my best to suppress them. Not now, not right now, please.
“Oh, honey,” Shawn grabs me and brings me into his warm and comforting embrace. The smell of his perfume still apparent despite how late it is. I let myself melt into his body and my tears immediately melt out of my eyes.
‘You betrayer’ I mentally scolded myself.
We both stayed like that for a few more minutes, maybe even 10 or 15, I don’t know. I let myself cry after so long of holding it in and keeping a strong front in front of everyone.
My dad passed away last year and my mom fell sick a few months after his passing. I am the only child so I have to take care of her; the only family member that I have in this world. It has been really hard, I can admit it now. Juggling uni, work, while at the same time taking care of my hospitalised mother? Not to mention the mental trauma that I went through - it’s truly a miracle for me to still be standing at this moment.
“Honey,” Shawn slowly detached himself away from me to immediately cradle my ugly sobbing face in his warm, huge hands. “From now on I want you to be honest with me, OK. I thank you for your consideration of my feelings and situation, but I want you to also give me the option to take care of you when you need me the most,” He wipes my tears with his thumb.
My eyes water again at his kind words. I truly don’t deserve this Greek god before me.
“No, no, no. Enough crying. I’m sorry to bring it up, but I can’t stand looking at you torturing yourself in secret anymore,” He kisses my cheeks and forehead, hoping to provide any sort of comfort for me.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered with my after-sob coarse voice.
“Don’t be. You are the strongest and most considerate woman I know and I am very proud of you,” He smiles before kissing my lips.
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