Seven Times I Hated Kim Seokjin: Ch 6
Chapter 6: "Ain't Easy Tryna Stay In Love"
Chapters : 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05(M) | 06(M) | 07
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Summary: I was living a perfectly, normal, mundane life.... So why in the HELL did Kim Seokjin walk into it and ruin it all for me???
Pairing: Idol!Jin x Female Reader
Rating: M (language and sexual explicit scenes)
Status: Complete
Note: I briefly considered cutting this chapter in half due to its length, but I want to keep this story as 7 chapters. Not to mention that this entire chapter follows one theme; makes no sense in cutting in half.
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Before our one-year anniversary, Seokjin had bought himself a house. In the beginning, he spent half of his time at his house and the other in the dorms with the guys.
I mostly came over on the weekends, which was when he stayed at his own place. Time at my place became almost non-existent. It was mainly because his complex had security. He no longer had to disguise himself because we worried about neighbors catching him.
By our second year, I was fully moved in.
"I got that, gongjunim," Jin said to me as he saw me struggling with one of my heavy boxes.
He was on my side, taking the box from my arms in a flash.
I thanked him, looking around to see what I could take care of since Jin seemed to be handling the heavy lifting.
That's when I noticed it. "Seokjinah! The door!" I rushed over to the entrance and closed the door Jin had left open. I began to look around frantically.
Seokjin looked a bit lost at my reaction. "What?"
I sent him a glare. "Gukmul is out here."
He shook his head as he began to look around. "No, he's in his room."
"Remember when I said that I opened it and he came running out? I couldn't find him." I looked frantically around, trying to make sure that the sugar glider had in fact not left the building. God, if we lost him, I would never forgive myself.
In the background, I heard Jin call out for Gukmul as well. For what seemed forever, we looked everywhere. I was ready to go into the hall and start knocking on neighbors' doors.
Thankfully, Seokjin called out my name from one of the rooms. He had found the little gliding possum and put him back in his habitat.
I was more than relieved. That little guy meant too much to me. He was my sense of comfort and company while Jin was gone. After losing our two other gliders, I don't think my heart could take it if something happened to Gukmul.
"He's ok," Jin assured me, kissing my head.
I let out a sigh, allowing myself to relax.
Suddenly, his phone went off. He looked down, noticed the caller ID, and then gave me a knowing look. I knew it all too well. I gave him a nod, leaving him to privacy. It was work.
I went into the living room and continued to unpack. Every once in a while, I caught myself looking down the hall to ensure that Gukmul's room remained closed.
After several, long minutes, Seokjin finally arrived back.
"What was that about?" I asked. It was rare when he got a phone call from work after hours. Usually, he was sent a message.
He gave a light shrug as if the call was no big deal. "Some stuff got moved around. Plus, a lot of our American promotions are about to start and they submitted their questions. Looks like they're all interested in asking about mandatory enlistment."
I became a little quiet, noticing how Seokjin was not making any eye contact. It was a topic we mostly avoided. Every time it would come up, we spoke about it as if it was far in the future and not something to worry about now.
However, we were both adults. We were living together now. We needed to start having conversations that might be a bit uncomfortable.
"You know, we never really discuss it," I started.
He turned to me, looking a bit hesitant and worried, but he kept quiet.
"What are your plans?" I asked, looking him straight in the eye. I needed to show that I wasn't scared of his answer, whatever it was.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Well, you have a couple of years before you have to enlist. Do you have a thought as to when you plan on doing it?"
He took a breath and seemed to think about his words before speaking. "Well, the team thinks it's best if we just wait it out. Best not to rush it. When it happens, it'll happen." He gave me a small smile, thinking that would be the end of the conversation.
I frowned at his response, though. "Well, what do you want?"
His brows knitted. "What do you mean?"
"Well, what do you want? It will be you signing up."
"I want what's best for the team," he said almost intuitively.
There was a slight sense of irritation within me. I wasn't sure the reason for it. I wanted to press him further on this, but I also felt I didn't want to get into an argument.
It had been a long weekend of moving. Plus, I was hungry. Maybe I was feeling crabby and wanted to just start a fight--something I tended to do whenever I got too stressed. I was trying to get better at it. Seokjin and I rarely fought, but the few times we did, it was mostly because I was stressed about something at work.
I gave him a nod, accepting his answer and I went back to unpacking. Seokjin went into the kitchen, I figured so he could organize it.
A few moments later, I felt him come beside me. He placed something to my left, gave me a kiss on my cheek, and went back to the kitchen.
I looked down, finding a good-looking sandwich and a glass of orange juice. I felt my heart expand.
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At first, I had to admit that I was a little worried we would run into some problems living together. But I was proven wrong every day. Living with Sokjin was easier than breathing. Sure, there were some bumps on the road but nothing we couldn't handle. Our biggest problems were mostly external. Usually, it was our jobs that brought us the most stress. As Seokjin's world popularity with the group expanded more than anyone could have imagined, I kept climbing the ladder in my company. Every promotion I applied for, I was given. And just like before, with the pay raise came more responsibilities and time at the office. Not to mention that the pandemic hit in our first year of living together. It was added pressure for work-related purposes but didn't cause us any strife in our relationship.
Despite our busy schedules and, at times, being in different time zones, we made it work. Because I had my eye on a high position in my company, I took on more projects. Of course, Seokjin was nothing but supportive. He encouraged me to take chances, even if it meant the position I had my eye on would take time away from him. Honestly, I loved the man more every day.
My favorite moments with him were the rare mornings we spent together.
I would usually be the one who made breakfast, allowing him to sleep in as late as he wanted to. Not that he would wake up late, anyway. Usually, he was up by mid-morning.
After eating, we would have a lazy morning in front of our flat screen, sitting in our favorite spot on our couch. Sometimes we would watch a movie and at times we would skim the channels until we found something.
He would recline back as I sat in front of him, his arms and sometimes legs wrapped around me from behind. His head usually was placed at the crook of my neck. To anyone looking at us, one might think Seokjin was an octopus trying to strangle me with every one of his limbs. To me, he felt perfect.
Today, I was skimming the channels until something caught my eye. It was the news. Normally, we avoided all news on mornings like these. We liked to ensure we had happy mornings. But the headline possessed me.
It was a man discussing the possibility of a new law passing that would allow idols to defer their military service until they were 30. Jin was only a few months shy of turning 28, the required age for all able-bodied men to enlist and report to duty.
It was a topic that was still avoided in our house. As much as I needed to discuss it, Jin gave very vague answers, never giving a straight answer. I usually accepted it, but there was something about today that made me want to not avoid it. Maybe it was because he was so close to reaching 30.
"Seokjinah," I said.
"Hmmm," he responded, squeezing me a little to let me know he was alert. Sometimes he would take small naps while he wrapped around me. The squeeze was the signal we had silently and jointly created to let me know he was fully alert.
"I hate to ruin our morning…."
"Then don't…." he mumbled, but followed it up with a light chuckle, letting me he was only teasing. He kissed the side of my forehead. "What is it, gongjunim?" he asked sweetly.
After years together, the endearment still warmed my heart. "Any idea what your plans will be if this new law passes?"
He took a breath. "The team is wanting to wait."
"But your birthday is only months away…. Have you thought of any possibilities?" I push away from him, turning my body towards his, so we could be face to face.
He was trying to keep his face straight and was controlling his emotions. "Well, if the law doesn't pass, then I will be reporting. There's nothing I can do about that."
"But what about if the law does pass?" I pressed again.
"Well, it's been discussed that if it does pass, I'll put in my deferment."
I waited a little, letting the information settle. "Is that what you want?"
"I want what's best for the team," he said. Automatically. Intuitively.
Something inside me churned, and not in a good way. I gave a small nod and turned away from him.
For a long moment, I didn't say anything. I kept my eyes on the television, looking at it but having no idea what I was watching. I did my best to not feel hurt. But it was so hard not to.
I always found it sweet how much Jin loved his members. How much his fans meant to him. I never doubted his love for me. Never doubted how important I was to him. I knew my role in his life and was confident in it. However, there were a few instances where it felt like I was taking a backseat in his life. Instead of being in the passenger seat.
Would the guys always be in the forefront, helping guide him?
I snapped out of my thoughts when I felt warm fingers against my cheek.
"What's wrong?" I heard him ask, his voice full of concern.
That's when I felt the wetness on my face. I had been crying. I sniffed and wiped some of the tears. "What about me?" I forced myself to ask.
"What do you mean?" he asked, confused.
"Where do I fit into your decisions?" I did my best not to let my emotions take over. I needed to have a sound mind so he could understand.
His face didn't straighten, he still didn't understand my sadness. "You're always part of my decisions."
"When?" I challenged. "I'm certainly not in this one."
He shook his head, denying the accusation. "If I have to leave by this December, everything will be taken care of. While I'm gone, I'll make sure your name is left on everything I'm leaving behind. People will think you might be a staff member looking after my property. You won't have to deal with any legal issues."
He didn't hesitate in his answer, which proved he had planned this out. "Where was I in any of this planning?" I asked, crossing my arms.
"I just figured you would trust I would take care of things. Did you really think I would leave you high and dry?" He looked a little hurt by this.
I refused to feel bad for him, though. I had my own hurt to think of. "How am I supposed to think that? We never talk about it. And whenever we do, your response is the same: what's best for the team. And that hurts to hear," I say that last part in a small voice because I feel my throat close up. Tears have started to form.
I wanted to keep cool, but as the words come out of my mouth, my emotions took over.
His hands were on my face again. "Gongjunim." I felt his lips on me, soothing me. His plump lips landed gently on me.
With his soft touch, he managed to calm me.
Once I was fully settled, he cradled my face in his hands and looked into my eyes. "There is no one I love more in this world than you. You mean everything to me. At the very top of my list of most important people is you. The guys, the team, and even the fans hold a place in my heart, but nowhere near how much you take up." He kissed me once again as if sealing his promise. "I'm sorry I failed at making you feel like you truly are my most prized treasure."
There was a crack in his voice and his face faltered when he said this.
I reached his face. "I don't doubt your love. But there are times I doubt my value. If you can't discuss everything and anything with me, what's the point of me? I know the importance of the guys and I don't ever want to take their place or mean more than them to you, but I want to be let in on the decision-making. It's not that I want a say; I just want you to talk to me."
"I hate talking to you about this because I hate making you worry," he explained. "To be honest, even with the team and the guys, we don't talk too much about it. We don't like discussing it either."
"Well, I want to talk to you about it. However uncomfortable something might be, I don't want those walls."
He nodded, understanding. "I promise to not keep this away from you again."
I reached over, taking his lips in mine.
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He kept his promise. Whenever the subject of his future service was brought up at work, Seokjinie reported back to me. The closer December came, the higher my anxiety and worry became. If the law didn't pass, he would be leaving sometime the following year. It started to feel more real.
I didn't realize how bad my anxiety was until the morning when the law was made official: idols could defer until they turned 30.
Seokjin was quick to let me know what the plan was within a day of the announcement.
"We're going to submit the paperwork to defer for two years," he said as we were getting ready for bed.
He had a long day, as I had. Normally, we liked to hang out in the living room for a while before turning in for bed, but today we opted to just head straight to bed.
"Two years?" I asked, applying lotion to my legs. I had just finished showering and had changed into my pajamas.
"Yeah, we're not planning on it being that long, but just to make things easier." He went on to explain in detail what he, the members, and the team had planned for 2021.
As I listened, I recognized its brilliance.
"If that doesn't work out and the law does not change, then I will be withdrawing the deferment in the summer of 2022. That way, we dedicate all of 2021 to the fans and our family. There will be a lot of time off, which means we can have a year similar to this one." He took hold of my left hand and brought it to his lips, focusing more on my ring finger.
Marriage was not a topic we shied away from. Quite the opposite, we spoke constantly and openly of our future together. He wanted to give me a huge wedding, but I wanted a smaller one. One in which only our loved ones were present. One with no crew, and no equipment. Just us and the ones who mattered most.
While 2020 had been devastating to the entire world, there had been a few good things that came out of it. One of those good things was the amount of time I managed to have Seokjin. I now mostly worked remotely and Seokjin hardly traveled anymore. It was rare when we didn't share at least one meal together every day. There were many couples we knew that the pandemic managed to break up, but the lockdown affected us differently. It only brought us closer.
I very much would love to have another year with Seokjin almost never leaving home, but that only meant the inevitable was being postponed. It was either going to hurt now or later. Was it best if he pushed it back? Would it hurt more later? But, dammit, I was selfish. I did want him to stay longer. I wanted more nights with him. More cuddles in the morning. More lunchtimes when I would randomly pop up at his building and hang out with him for the entire time. Until this year, I had never been able to do that. Hell, due to my long hours in the office, I hardly visited him at work anymore. This year allowed us to recreate the first year of our romance.
Seokjin must have heard my many thoughts and worries. He leaned in, catching my lips and making my worries float away.
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One Year Later...
"Thank you for dinner," I said to him after taking my last bite.
Due to my hybrid-style work schedule, I was usually the one cooking more lately. However, today I arrived home from work with Seokjin already there. A pleasant surprise since I was expecting him late at night. He insisted on planning dinner for me, which I happily welcomed.
I didn't want to push it, but I knew there had to be a reason why he was doing it. He was buttering me up for something. While he was always sweet and caring and romantic, today he went over the top. He cooked my favorite dish and had taken out my favorite bottle of wine. Not to mention ordering from my favorite dessert place. It was all classic signs: he had news for me that I may not enjoy. I stayed quiet about it, though, letting him go at his own pace.
He took our dishes, pecked my head, and took them to the sink. "Want dessert?"
"No. I want to wait a while. Let the food settle first," I said, taking a sip from my wine.
He was quick at washing the dishes. After he was done, he came back to sit next to me. "I have a bit of news, gongjunim," he said gently.
I said nothing but gave him my full attention.
Taking my hand in his, he began to speak. "As you know, the team has been discussing what next year's plans are. We have everything scheduled until the album comes out. There's a plan put in place and I have told them my plans for next year."
I nodded but still said nothing. I had a feeling I knew what this was going to be about. My stomach clenched a bit as if preparing itself.
He took a breath. "I've told the team that I want to withdraw my military deferment sometime in the summer." He kept his eyes on mine, blinking a couple of times.
Different emotions began to run through me, my stomach responding to them by churning. I did my best to suppress them. In front of him, I needed to keep it together. He was holding it together for me; I needed to do the same for him. I took a deep breath of my own. "Ok."
His thumb stroked the back of my hand. "I figure after the album comes out and we do a bit of promotion, we could dedicate some private time to us."
I gave another nod. So many emotions wanted to come out, but I held back.
We were getting closer to the summer and the reality of that was really hitting me.
He leans in, pressing kisses along my face.
I wanted to cry so much, but I fought them off. As Seokjin continued to kiss me, lust lingered in the bottom of my stomach. I honed in on that one emotion and allowed it to rise above the others.
Taking his face into my hands, I held his gorgeous face and captured his plump lips with mine. Opening my mouth against his, I deepened the kiss. I found myself pushing off my chair and climbing onto his lap.
His fingers wrapped around the back of my neck as he slipped his tongue between my lips.
I let out a moan, grinding on his thigh.
His other hand squeezed one of my hips. A moan came out of his lips as I ground harder.
It didn't take long for him to put me on display on top of the table; my top off and my bra gone. His lips were wrapped around my nipple, sucking gently as one of his palms squeezed my other breast.
I pulled at his shirt, making his toned abs clearly visible. God, he was physically hot. I found it cute that he was so publicly shy about showing it off, but when we were alone, he was fully comfortable. I felt my panties getting wet as I stared down at his bare back, his well-defined muscles moving as he explored my chest and stomach.
Even after all our years together, I maintained a very average figure. I had lost a bit of weight since our relationship started, but the gym was just not for me. Not to mention my love for food beat out my care for being skinny. I also quickly discovered early in our relationship that Seokjin loved my body as it was. He had actually mentioned several times how he loved having some meat to hold onto as he rammed into me. Hearing that bit of information always sounded fucking hot to me.
His body went down on mine, hot kisses trailing all the way down to my navel. He tugged off my pants and panties quickly, wasting no time to take my pussy into his thick lips.
My hips arched up at his touch, a deep moan coming out of me. I called out his name when I felt his tongue enter me.
"How do you always taste so sweet?" he asked in between slurps.
A fingertip lingered at my entrance. I writhed underneath him, my legs wrapping themselves on his broad shoulders. "Please."
"Tell me," he mumbled. The tip of his finger went slightly in, but he still kept it mostly out.
"Inside," I let out, gripping his hair now, pushing his face more into my core. I wanted him to suffocate in there.
He knows me so well. He let out a low chuckle as he let me push his face further into me. His finger slid in with no resistance; I was far too soaked.
It was one of my favorite things he does to me. His fingers are curved in such a way that he hits angles inside me without really trying. His fingertips especially only need to tilt a little to have me shivering underneath me.
And that's how he had me in less than a minute. My legs were shaking and my walls were squeezing around his single digit. "Not yet, jagiya." He was getting me so close to coming, I was sure of it. And I wanted it to last.
"Let's see how many we can get out of you tonight," he let out, his eyes digging into mine.
He looked so untamed between my thighs. His hair was a mess, his face was flushed, and his mouth was covered in my juices. The look in his eyes told me he had made up his mind. He was going to do whatever with my body and he would do everything in his lustful power to make me comply.
The last time he had this look about him, we didn't get out of bed for close to two days. Our bedroom was a mess. I swear COVID days had turned him feral. Not that I had any complaints. I might have been beyond exhausted by all the lovemaking, but fuck I didn't admit I instantly got wet thinking about it.
Reliving that experience always gave me a nervous thrill. My logical brain didn't think it could handle it. But my body always managed to win over.
"You're gonna be the end of me," I said to him, feeling myself give in to his touch.
His mouth tugged up into a devilish grin. Without another word, he dove in and pushed in several digits inside me.
A wail full of arousal came out of me as my walls tightened around his splendid fingers.
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In the months that followed, Seokjin and I seemed to be going at it like rabbits. It felt as if we were in the first year of our relationship rather than getting closer to our fifth year. At first, I thought it was mostly me initiating the sex due to my need of wanting to take full advantage of every moment I had with him, but at times when I wouldn't initiate it, Seokjin had his hands all over me. I imagined he was thinking the same as me. Summer kept getting closer.
Thankfully, other than preparing for the concerts and his month away in the States, Seokjin's schedule was pretty free. We had plenty of time to spend together.
Shortly before they left for their time in the States, one morning Jin received a message regarding an unexpected meeting they would be having with their managers later that day.
I had made us a light breakfast. We were both early birds, so we still managed to have a morning all to ourselves before he had to take off.
After we were done eating, we cuddled on the couch and watched one of our favorite cooking shows.
"Any idea what the meeting is going to be about?" I asked, curiously.
"All I know is that it will have to do with the Expo in 2030. We think they want to involve us in the bid. Probably give a small performance. We might have to record something," Jin said casually. His attention was more on the screen.
Instinctively, I got a little worried. "When would that take place? You guys have so much scheduled all of May. You only have a little bit of time off in April after the concerts."
"I'm sure we'll be able to squeeze it in." He kissed my head. "Don't worry. July is still going to be only ours," he promised, giving me a smile.
His words were all I needed to calm down. I stretched my neck and caught his lips with mine.
We continued to watch the show in front of us but a little later, my eyes scanned the room and they landed on the clock. I let out a groan.
"What?" he asked, his thick lips lingering around my throat, placing hot pecks.
"Your car is going to get here in an hour." I pressed back against him, loving how great he felt around me.
As I felt his breath skim over my shoulder, his fingers slid under my shirt. Well, it was actually his shirt I was wearing. But regardless, his fingers were being naughty. "Seokjinah," I warned, not being able to hold back my smile.
"Hmmm?" he hummed as his lips pressed to my warm skin.
"We don't have time," I giggled as he kissed a sensitive spot.
His fingers found one of my breasts and he squeezed. "I can get us there fast."
I giggled again at his mischievous behavior. "Seokjinssi."
His other hand started to make its way into the front of my pants. "Give me ten minutes. Max. That's enough for two rounds."
"Two rounds?" I asked, incredulously. "I am not some porn star, you know."
"The way you rode me the other night could have fooled me," he whispered into my ear. His voice was low and husky. And the way his fingers made it under my panties right at that moment and slid between my bottom lips sent a quiver down my legs.
A flash of our recent lovemaking came to mind. He wasn't wrong. I had been possessed.
I didn't further protest as his finger entered me. The position we were in allowed him to hit my sweet spot rather quickly. My hand took hold of his pants and I gripped them tightly. I breathed out his name.
His nose and lips skimmed her skin and hair. Though his touches were light, they were enough to spread a powerful heat along my body.
"How about it, gongjunim? You think you can go two rounds with me?" his deep and husky voice traveled up my neck and hit my eardrums.
I couldn't think clearly, though. The tone of his voice and the way his fingers were working my pussy were distracting me, making my head foggy.
Not sure when it occurred, but my pajama pants were pushed down, along with my panties, allowing Seokjin's fingers to work inside me easier.
My hips rotated, allowing my ass to rub against his bulge. The feeling of his clothed member pressed against me made me moan deeper.
His finger pinched my nipple as his fingers went in and out of me in a faster and rougher pace.
This only made me rub against him harder.
"Shit," he let out. He pushed my shirt up, his head digging in and mouthing my bra.
His hands were too busy, so I helped him out. I reached behind me and unhooked my bra.
Those beautiful, full lips were instantly around my nipple. His tongue ran circles around the bud as he sucked and pulled.
The sound of his slurps and my wet pussy quenching against his fingers started to push me over the cliff.
"Almost," I announced, grinding harder against him.
"I can feel it. Cum for me, beautiful." He purposefully made his slurps louder and his fingers became rougher, blasting the wet sounds in the room.
I was pushed closer, loving how beautiful our lovemaking sounded. And then I felt his thumb flick against my clit and I came fully undone. I called out to him as I reached the stars. My thighs clutched onto his hand, keeping him there as I rode out my orgasm.
However, I didn't have enough time to fully land back on earth before he bent over on the couch. The next time I felt was his large and engorged tip pressing onto my entrance. I only had enough time to take a breath before he pushed inside me.
I mewled underneath him. I was so grateful I was now fully on birth control. I loved not needing to think about it. It certainly made our lovemaking stress free.
I pushed back against him, wanting him to speed up. I felt my arousal come back in such a short time. Honestly, you would think I was some sort of horny teenager. How was I this wet again and ready to go so quickly?
He gripped my waist, took a good hold of my meat there, and slammed hard against me.
I fell down onto the cushions below me, losing my balance from his powerful thrust. Whimpers came out of me as he adjusted and pushed my thighs further apart. He settled down on me as his hips banged strongly against mine. He twisted his movements a little and hit a sweet spot inside me.
"Oh, god," I moaned, feeling another orgasm approaching.
He pushed up, the angle now striking my g-spot with full force. "I want you shaking underneath me," he growled.
Seokjin had a kink in watching my body fully lose control. He loved to watch it spasm, which was why he took delight in giving me multiple orgasms. He liked to see the aftershocks.
I had a love-hate relationship with his kink. My body loved the action, but my brain hated not being in control. But I never regretted it. Quite the opposite, every time we did it, I secretly hoped for multiple orgasms--which he almost always gave.
One of his hands wiggled under my body and searched for my core. Once he found my clit, he stroked it.
"Seokjinaaaaaah," I whined, my legs coming up and wiggling under his powerful body.
His other hand pushed my waist down, holding me still as he applied all his weight there. "Come on." He encouraged me as he slammed in, his long cock coming in and out of me.
A few strokes later and I came undone. This time, he allowed me to stay in the stars. He joined me quickly after, his hips aligned with mine and his cum pumping into my walls.
My body shook underneath his. It curled in a little, needing to self-soothe.
His breath was on my neck, coming in pants. "I love you, gongjunim."
My pussy squeezed his beautiful cock. I turned and my eyes met his. I knew I looked like a mess. "I love you, jagiya."
He leaned in and kissed me lovingly.
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Every day was hard. With every day that passed, it got both easier and harder. The nerves were always there. He would be leaving soon. I had come to accept it and brace for it. It had taken a long time, but as he had told me over and over again, "The sooner I leave, the sooner I can come back to you."
He was busy again, but still never broke the first promise he made me. He never went more than 48 hours without contact. Hell, he actually never went more than 24 hours without reaching out to me. And even during his concerts, he ensured we didn't go longer than two weeks without seeing each other.
Every promise he made to me had never been broken.
"July is all ours," he would vow when I felt his schedule was too busy.
It was all I needed to calm down.
So, you can imagine how I felt that day when I arrived home early from work.
I was positive Jin hadn't heard the door announce my arrival. I heard voices coming from the living room. Taking off my shoes, I slowly made my way in. From the words I was catching, I knew this was a serious and private conversation. I didn't like being nosy, so I made my way to the spare bedroom, knowing Seokjin and our guest wouldn't have heard me.
Just as I took out my earphones so I could listen to music as they spoke, I recognized the voice of the guest. It was Namjoon. There were a few words he said that pulled me and caused me to eavesdrop.
"Last concert." "Our fans will be disappointed." "We need you." "It would only be a few months you would push it back."
Possessed, I felt my body moving closer in so I could have a clearer listen.
Seokjin's voice came. "I have postponed this multiple times. You don't understand the pain it causes every time this subject is brought up. For so long, I couldn't give her a direct answer. I finally gave her a definite date. I can't keep doing this to her," his words were tight and controlled. But there was an almost lethal tone to them. I had heard it from him before but it was so seldom and never directed to any of his members.
"I know, hyung. But this is our last time. We didn't get to have this full experience in February. We've been given another chance," Namjoon sounded desperate.
"It's always something. First, it was the world tour, which didn't happen. Then it was the GRAMMYs. Then it was the concerts. Then the GRAMMYs again. Then it was the album. It's never-ending."
Namjoon agreed. "I know, I know. But we mean it this time. This will be it."
There was a long pause.
My heart stopped beating. My breathing paused. Desperately, I waited.
I wasn't completely sure what they were talking about, but I knew it wasn't good. It sounded like his deferment was going to stay intact another while longer. More months of waiting. More months with my worry. But my heart screamed at me. Seokjin promised. He always keeps his promises. But still, I was frozen and I waited.
Seokjin finally spoke. "This will be the last time you ask this of me, Namjoonah."
The feeling of a thousand knives dug into my chest and heart.
Then, with a small voice, Namjoon finally responded. "Yes, hyung."
It was an odd tone to hear from Namjoon. As the leader of the group, he never appeared submissive. He wasn't authoritative, but he certainly wasn't one to bend over and take it.
I might have felt concerned for his feelings if my own heart wasn't shattering at the moment.
There was a shuffling noise. Steps.
Closer.
"Noona," came Namjoon's voice. He was in front of me, in the hall. I was still inside the guest bedroom.
I'm not sure how I looked, but his entire face almost came undone. "I'm sorry. I didn't know you were here." He turned, probably towards Jin. Then turned back to me. He gave a most polite and respectful farewell. "Stay in good health, noona," he said and then made his way out.
I still couldn't move. I wanted to. Wanted to yell and Jin and demand answers.
Then, he was in front of me.
"Gongjunim." Seokjin's voice was full of nervousness and slight fear. "When did you get home?"
And then I came undone. I felt the tears start coming down.
His arms were instantly around me. "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry," he said over and over, desperately.
It seemed as if after all the years of holding it in, I finally cracked. I had respected his decision so many times. I kept it in every time I felt disappointed. Disappointed that he kept putting it off. I had been understanding. I had been patient.
But he had promised. He had fucking promised me!
As I cried on his shoulder, I felt his own sobs. "I'm sorry," he kept mumbling.
And I hated him.
Hated that he was an idol.
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NOTE: While the other chapters were a little more light and ended in a more "fluff and cute" kind of way, I wanted a couple of these "Hates" to be more heavy and realistic.
While this chapter was a pretty long one, next one is VERY short and sweet.
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