Chapter Seven: House of Cards
Recap: Dinner with Tae is enlightening, and things are starting to look up! You even get to meet Jin's brother and sister in law, as well as their adorable niece. Counting dinner as a success, you can't wait to be reacquainted with old friends and spend more time with the rest of the boys.
On the ride home, even though it’s late, Tae convinces you to come over. You mentioned never seeing Itaewon Class which he took personal offense to, since it features his OST and his Seojoon-hyung. Tae insists that this has to be rectified immediately and what better way than to have a slumber party marathon. You accept his proposal even though you're pretty sure you're going to pass out within the first half hour anyways. When you get to their condo, all the boys are still up.
Hobi rounds the couch to squeeze you in a hug. “You guys came back so late!”
You snuggle into his hug as Tae baits the boys, singing, “Guess who we saw?”
“Well, where did you go?” Namjoon asks.
“Ossu Seiromushi,” Tae says.
You feel Hobi stiffen, his limbs wooden around you. You don’t know what’s wrong with him, but you try to soothe him, squeezing him a bit tighter. “Hobi-oppa–?”
“Y/N, give them a hint!”
You reluctantly pull back from the hug and catch a glimpse of Hobi’s face before he retreats to hug Jimin on the couch like some sort of lifeline.
“Y/N! Hint!” Tae demands. You shove him in playful annoyance as he dances a circle around you. Closing your eyes, you take a dramatic deep breath to ready your performance, just because you know it’ll make him happy.
Making sure you have everyone’s attention, you announce, “The most beautiful girl in the world is kaepjjang.”
You flash everyone a thumbs up.
“You saw the family,” Yoongi guesses, mouth split with a gummy grin. “How was it?”
“Fun. Adorable,” you answer, as Tae hugs you from behind. “I’m gonna have dinner with them on Saturday.”
Hobi purses his lips. “Don’t we have plans Saturday evening?”
Your forehead creases as you run through your schedule. “I don’t think so. Don’t all of you have a GQ magazine shoot?”
“Not all of us,” Hobi says, as everyone looks at each other in confusion. Hobi tilts his head and a lightbulb must go off because he goes, “Actually, I think I was remembering that Jungkook wants to spend time with you Saturday night, but I think I jumped the gun before he could ask you.”
You whip your head to Jungkook who freezes mid-chew of an apple when he realizes everyone is staring at him.
“What?” he asks, nervous and bug eyed.
“You were gonna ask Y/N to hang out with you Saturday,” Hobi reminds him.
Jungkook scrunches his nose. “But we have that GQ shoot.”
Now, you’re confused. “Uhhhh, what is happening right now? Are we caught in a time loop?”
“Kookie, we already talked about the schedule and you said you wanted to hang with Y/N since it looks like you’re free.” Hobi’s voice is measured, but it sounds like his patience is thin. “Kookie said he was a little jealous that you had dinner with Tae.”
“Aww, Jungkookie.” You feel your heart twinge a bit for the softest of the boys. “I was already planning on asking you to hang out next.”
Jungkook looks between you and Hobi, uncertain. “Really?”
“Really, really,” you reassure.
He zips towards you in excitement and Tae almost gets gutted by the forgotten apple in Jungkook’s hand in his enthusiasm. “Oh! We could go to an arcade! Or have a picnic! Ooh! Or we could go to Lotte World!”
“We can do whatever you want,” you tell him as he clasps you in a tentative hug. Of all of them, Jungkook has been the most careful with touching you. With the others, he climbs, wrestles, and clambers all over them just fine, but he’s always so careful with you, making sure he’s in your line of sight before he makes a move, afraid to startle you. It’s really sweet and you adore him for it. You smooch a kiss to his head and he feigns disgust even as he blushes. “I’ll have to text Areum-unnie to reschedule.”
Hobi bobs his head. “I’ll take care of it, don’t worry.”
“Um, okay. Well, I’m gonna go do my skincare and then come back in pajamas.”
“We’re gonna do an Itaewon Class Slumber Party Marathon Extravaganza!” Tae announces. It takes a moment for that to sink in with the boys, and then everyone starts moving all at once.
Yoongi fights a yawn, “I’m not gonna watch, but I’ll sleep out here with you guys.”
“Do we have enough snacks?” Jimin runs to scour the kitchen pantry.
Jungkook dashes to his room. “I’ve got a stash if we don’t!” he shouts.
“I need to go wash up too,” Jin shares out loud, Namjoon following behind him..
The only ones left in the room are you and Hobi.
“You said you’re gonna get ready and come back,” Hobi says, probably wondering what you’re still doing here.
He looks normal enough, but something seems off. You can’t put your finger on it, and you don’t want to guess. “Are you okay?”
He shoots aegyo finger hearts at you. “Of course! I’m excited for a sleepover with all my favorite people!”
Yeah, that enthusiasm seemed forced, but you decide not to call him out on it. Hobi is a bit of a control freak, so it takes some time for him to process things before he’s ready to talk about them. He’ll tell you when he’s ready.
“I can’t promise I won’t pass out early,” you admit with a yawn. “I have lunch with Jieun and a friend tomorrow and I don’t want to be fantasizing about naps when I’m with them. I’ll be right back, Hobi-oppa.”
As you head to your apartment, you realize that spending time with the boys has become part of your nightly routine. Everything has been smooth sailing so far, and you think this might be a good time to tell them about your recovering memories like how you met Jin and your school days with Tae. You’re practically giddy because it finally feels like there’s progress. You change into your pajamas and wonder if you should bring a sleeping pad, but when you go to text Hobi or Jimin, you can’t find your phone. You must have left it at their condo. Oh well.
You decide to take an extra pillow anyway and practically skip back. However, as you approach their door, your excitement dampens. You don’t know how the atmosphere could have changed so quickly in your absence, but the tension and distress emanating from the closed door is practically corporeal, a heated argument bleeding through. You hover in place, debating if you should go in and mediate or if you should head back to your apartment to give them space when you are startled to hear your name.
“Y/N was never supposed meet her,” Hoseok spits.
“Y/N needs her. She needs more than us. Who are we to get in the way of that?” Tae argues.
“We all agreed! Y/N agreed! She shouldn’t be near her because she can’t be trusted.”
Who can’t be trusted? Jieun? Areum? Who else do you know? Hye? Daeyon? Is it you who can’t be trusted?
Jimin tries to reel things back. “Hobi-hyung. It’s been long enough and she seems better. I think she can handle it.”
“All of you are being selfish. She needs more time. Jin-hyung, back me up.”
Silence.
“Really, hyung? She’s relying on you. Can you really be this weak?”
“Hoseok,” Yoongi growls. “That was uncalled for.”
“Jin-hyung, you know you can’t have anything to do with Y/N. She’ll be devastated. You have too much baggage. And Jieun-noona already admitted to telling her about Rule Five. But it doesn’t change the fact that you can’t be with her.”
“I’m not trying to be with her. I’m trying to be there for her.”
This distinction is both a balm and a cut to your heart. You’ve been presented with a window to look in, but a boundary has been drawn that you can’t step over. The potential for something more with Jin is pulled out from under you before you could start. Was there really nothing else between you two? Were all your flashbacks just a delusion, or something your brain created to fill in the gaps? Your stomach plummets at the idea that you used a sexual fantasy to confirm a nonexistent connection between you and Jin. It makes you feel dirty like, maybe you used him, or he used you.
Hoseok laughs, but it sounds hollow and mean. “Sure. You don’t think I see the way things are going with you two?”
“Frankly, it’s none of your business.”
“Like I said. Selfish.”
“Hoseok,” Namjoon cuts in, voice even. “We all want what’s best for her, but–and pardon my french–you’re kind of being an asshole.”
“And all of you are crazy. Things are moving too fast. If she gets spooked, she’ll make a run for it. We need to keep an eye on her. She should stay home. She shouldn’t be working. And most of all, she shouldn’t be spending time with Jin-hyung’s family.”
“They’re part of this family too,” Yoongi states firmly. “And they’re a part of this debacle.”
“Regardless, we agreed she can’t know the truth about any of this. How many times are we going to keep doing this? She’s already getting too close and she won’t be able to handle it. I’m gonna call Bang PD-nim tomorrow about having her take leave from work. I already took care of Areum-noona.”
“Wait,” Jimin says. “Is that why you threw Jungkook at her? So she couldn’t spend time with them?”
You hear Jungkook whimper in distress.
Jin seethes. “What did you do?”
“I told Areum-noona that Y/N isn’t feeling up to spending time with them. And I deleted her and Seokjung-hyung from Y/N’s phone.”
“How did you get her phone?” Tae asks in disbelief.
“She left it here.”
You are reeling as your trust shatters, frozen in place. Your brain screams. You need to run, but your body won’t move.
“I think we’re all losing sight of the goal. You especially, Hoseok-hyung,” Jimin bites out.
“No. I’ve never been more sure. This is how we heal.”
Tae is so angry he sounds like he’s on the verge of frustrated tears. “But we already are healing. We had a moment.”
“Yeah? And how do you know our powers of suggestion and her trauma didn’t manufacture that moment?” Hobi’s words suck the air from your lungs, spilling the exact doubt that haunts you. You will your numb limbs to move.
“What are you trying to do? Seriously? What’s the point?” Jin shouts.
“Hyung! Please stop fighting. Please,” Jungkook cries. His sobs are muffled as someone comforts him.
You’re already moving towards the elevator, Namjoon’s voice fading the further you go. “Okay, guys. We need to calm down. Y/N is gonna be here any minute and we need to pull it together–”
—
You’re curled up in bed when someone comes to check up on you later. You tried to will yourself to sleep, but your brain is running a mile a minute, their words playing on repeat in your head, mocking you. Someone approaches your bed, so you close your eyes and lay very still, pretending to sleep. Your hair is brushed back and they slowly rub your back.
“Y/N? Are you asleep?”
It’s Jin. You struggle to remain still, to not lean into the comforting circles he’s rubbing into your back, but you can’t trust this feeling. You can’t trust anyone. You can’t give anymore pieces of you when you barely have enough for yourself. You wish you could pull Jin in and have him hold you like he did the first night. You had thought he was your best friend, but now that you think about it, he never said so. It was simply the conclusion you had drawn. So, you don’t open your eyes. You don’t say a word. You focus on keeping your breathing slow and steady.
Jin doesn’t leave. He continues rubbing your back and you reluctantly let it lull you into true sleep. As you drift off, you think you hear him say, “I’m sorry.”
—
“Hey. Are you okay?”
You shake yourself out of your fog. You had been staring at your monitor, unseeing, for the past…half hour it seems. It takes you a moment to figure out what’s going on.
Jihoon is standing over you, concern written all over his face. You sober instantly.
Right. You are supposed to have lunch with Jihoon today.
“Yeah, I’m okay. Sorry. I guess I’m just distracted.”
“Oh, well, we don’t have to get lunch if you’re busy.”
“No! No, I’m not busy. Let’s go.” You refuse to let all the bullshit get in the way of you doing good for someone who is struggling. Sure, you’re not having the best time yourself, but doing nice things for someone else makes you feel like you have some control.
Besides, there’s something about Jihoon that resonates with you. He reminds you of yourself, shy and skittish. His hesitant concern is something new, though. It’s nice. You’re touched that he’d come out of his shell for you. With a determined smile you escort him out of the department. “Jieun-unnie has a meeting she can’t get out of, so it’s just you and me. I hope that’s okay.”
The truth is, you didn’t want Jieun to have lunch with you. You made up an excuse, saying you didn’t want to intimidate Jihoon with too many people. You wanted to have lunch with him alone so he’d be comfortable. She readily accepted your excuse, which made you feel a little guilty. You wanted to turn to your unnie for comfort and advice, but she was too closely involved with your fears and doubts. And she had admitted to Hoseok that she let you in on Rule Five. You could no longer trust that she wouldn’t relay everything you tell her to the members.
You can’t tell what Jihoon is looking for as he glances around the office, uncomfortably. “Yeah, that’s fine, Y/N-ssi.”
You stand and flash him your best smile. “Let’s go out. I heard there’s this place within walking distance that does a mean sundubu jjigae.”
You knew leaving the office would be a good idea because Jihoon relaxes as you make your way out of the building. You don’t know what about Hybe stresses Jihoon out, but he really doesn’t like to be noticed here. A little selfishly, you’re also trying to avoid Bang PD-nim. Hoseok must have talked to him already because you saw Bang PD-nim headed your way this morning. In a panic, you immediately picked up your phone and moved up a work call so you could look busy. You murmured an apology with a promise to meet up with him when you had the time.
You don’t want to be held hostage in that condo with BTS. You don’t want to lose this bit of freedom you have. Something is going on and you’ll never figure it out if they never let you out again. The members keep talking about some plan and a truth, some big secret they’re hiding. You’re not supposed to hang out with Jieun or Areum. Hobi doesn’t want you working. Whatever you have with Jin will never come to fruition. You so want to at least believe in Tae, in the members who seemed to speak up for you, but they weren’t exactly forthcoming. And all the trust that’s been built so far has cascaded down like a house of cards.
The commute to work this morning was agony for you as you smiled and laughed and teased like there was nothing wrong.
None of this makes sense to you. Wild theories have been pinballing in your head. If they’re lying, why would you be here with BTS? Did they do something to you? Was the sasaeng attack even real? Are they holding you hostage and gaslighting the hell out of you so you don’t sue them?
“Hey, are you sure you’re okay?”
That’s right. Jihoon. Just focus on this moment. Have a breakdown later.
You’re sat at a table in a quiet corner and you’re once again the focus of his concern. “You said they have good sundubu jjigae so I ordered two for us since you seem distracted.”
You loosen the hold you have on your blouse and stretch your fingers, folding your hands on the table. “Thank you. Sorry. I’m just–I don’t know. There’s a lot going on right now, but I do want to be here,” you say. This isn’t how you wanted lunch to go. You’re fucking it all up.
Jihoon looks at your hands and then searches your face. “Do you wanna talk about it? I’m not trying to pry,” he hurriedly assures, “but if it’s bothering you so much, maybe you need to tell someone. I’m not sure I can help, but I can listen, if you want.”
In this setting, away from everything, Jihoon looks more confident. You realize he’s taller than you thought. His posture is more self-assured. It’s a good look on him even if it pains you that the roles have seemed to reverse. Instead of helping him, he’s trying to help you.
Would telling him everything be bad? This whole thing is one big conspiracy theory and you don’t know who you can trust anymore. You don’t even know if you can even trust yourself, but maybe you can have this. A friend away from it all.
“I, uh, I don’t know how I got to Korea, or why I’m here.” Jihoon’s eyes widen a fraction. Okay, so you just said that out loud. You wait for him to bail, to react in some way, but he doesn’t say anything. He waits for you to continue.
Slightly encouraged, you elaborate. “I, uh, woke up here like two weeks ago? And I have no memory of how I got here, or what I’m doing here. I’m American and I don’t know BTS except for their music. But they told me I lost my memory and that I’m actually Korean. That I’m an orphan and I have no one. And I don’t know if this is a dream or if this is real. I don’t know if all of this is a figment of my imagination, and I think I’m going crazy.”
Yup. So you said all that. To a complete stranger. Who now probably thinks that you’re nuts. Wacko. A complete lunatic. What is wrong with—
“Not to be a pretentious asshole, but dreams or reality, isn’t all of that just a figment of our imagination? Whatever our mind chooses to perceive?” Jihoon asks, shrugging. “I think I’m real. I feel real. I have real feelings. My own thoughts. I don’t know what I can do to convince your brain that I’m real though. Maybe I should pinch you?”
He considers your forearms, and you’re taken aback, instinctively pulling your arms away from the table, but then he snickers, “I’m joking. I’m not gonna pinch you.”
And it’s so ridiculous that you laugh. You laugh until your eyes start watering, and you wipe them before they can fall. You refuse to cry on top of everything else right now.
Jihoon looks like he wants to comfort you, but doesn’t know how and it lifts your spirits a little, grateful for the levity. “Thank you. I needed that laugh.”
“I’m glad. Thank you for being so nice to me, for getting me lunch.”
“You know, people at Hybe seem nice too.”
“I–” Jihoon hesitates, his eyes darting to his cutlery. “I guess it’s only fair that I share some stuff with you too.”
You lean forward, his uneasiness affecting you.
“I don’t feel welcome at Hybe,” he confesses.
“What? Really? Are people bullying or hazing you?”
“No, Y/N-ssi. It’s just a feeling I get. That people don’t want me there. A reluctance. No one has done anything to me, but it feels hostile. I’d quit, but the money and benefits are nice. On the other hand, I don’t know why they don’t just fire me, honestly.”
“Because you’re a good worker, Jihoon-ssi. If they fired you, I would definitely have something to say about that.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Don’t know what?”
“That I’m a good worker,” he says with a lifted brow.
Eh, what dignity do you have left? “Not to sound like a creep, but I do notice you around the office. You get things done fast and efficiently. Sometimes, I’ll see you and think I should say hi, but by the time I finish my task, you’re already done and gone.”
“You notice me?” he asks, disbelieving.
“Yeah. You’re nice.”
Jihoon’s smile is shy and his eyes crinkle like they’re not used to it, but so so want to. He often makes himself small, nondescript, but here he blooms and gently takes up space. You’re pleased to see him coming out of his shell. You wanna ask about his food situation, but there’s this thing called ‘saving face’ that you don’t want to step on. You also especially don’t want him to retreat within himself.
“Jihoon-ssi. What year were you born?”
“95.” He tilts his head, confused by this sudden change in direction.
“Then we’re the same age. If you could address me comfortably, I would like to be friends.”
“Oh.” He looks like he could have never predicted this. You’re suddenly hit with that deja vu, finding a similarity in the way Tae allegedly adopted you and how you’re now adopting Jihoon, but you quickly chase that feeling away. You can’t trust it. Instead, you smile reassuringly at Jihoon, who eventually returns it. “Sure, Y/N. Let’s be friends.”
The food is served and you spend the rest of the time talking about inconsequential things: the music you’ve been listening to, his cat, Miro, your poor cooking skills, and how he’s patiently waiting for Minho to return to Shinee after enlistment.
“Is it rude to ask when you enlist?” you inquire.
Jinhoon shakes his head. “I already enlisted in 2018. I’m done now.”
“Was it hard?”
“Not really. I like working out, so it just felt like one long session at the gym.”
“Still, it must have sucked not being able to see your family as much.”
He balks and you immediately apologize. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have commented on something so personal.”
“No, that’s alright. Um. I do miss my family. My parents died back in 2016. Four years later and the hurt still feels fresh any time I think about them. It’s a good hurt sometimes, but it still hurts.”
“You don’t have any other family? Siblings? Cousins?” You know you’re being a bit invasive, but you want to know what sort of support system he has.
“I have a half sister. My mother married an American soldier and moved to America, but she missed Korea, so she moved back and remarried my dad. It was a bit of a scandal, so both their families sort of ignored us.”
“That’s awful.”
Jihoon shrugs, dismissing all of it as something in the past.
“Are you close with your half sister?”
“Kind of. She’s the only family I have left and I’m looking for her actually. I know she’s somewhere here in Korea, but I lost track of her. I don’t have any money to hire an investigator to find her, so I’ve been trying to do it on my time off.”
An idea suddenly sparks in your head. “Maybe we can help each other.”
Jihoon is wary. “How?”
“I’ve actually been trying to find a file at Hybe, but I’m denied access at every turn. BTS told me that I was attacked by a sasaeng ex-employee. Kim Cho-hee. I don’t know if it's a lie or if the file even exists. As maintenance, you’re allowed access everywhere and you’re discreet. If you could find me a physical or digital copy, it would provide me with some answers that I think I really need. And in return, I can help you fund the private investigator. I’ll pay for all the fees.”
Jihoon looks shocked as he processes your proposal. “You’d really do that for me?”
“We’re friends, aren’t we?”
“But, you don’t even know me.”
“I know that I can’t do this alone,” you say resolutely. “And without you, I’m alone.”
His expression softens in understanding. “Yeah. I’m alone too.”
“Then let's not do this alone. Let's help each other.” You muster all the sincerity you have and hope your desperation isn’t offputting. If Jihoon refuses, you’ll be back at square zero with no lifeline.
Honestly, Jihoon is perfect. He is so far removed from everything. Everyone barely notices him, regardless if he thinks people don’t like him. In fact, if people at Hybe don’t like him, that makes you trust him even more. The only connection he has to Hybe is as employer and employee. He’s not embroiled in the politics and the gossip except for the snack thing, but you can easily fix that by feeding him. You acknowledge that you’re kind of using him, but this will be a mutually beneficial relationship. You can help him find his sister and you do truly want to be friends with him. This isn’t the most auspicious start, but it’s the best you’ve got right now.
“Please, Jihoon.”
He fiddles with a napkin, but nods his head. “Okay. Let’s find out what’s real. When do we start?”
You hand him your black card.
—
You don’t stop by Bang PD-nim’s office before the end of the day. You refuse to be pushed out of the only normalcy you have, the only contact you have with the outside world. You know you can’t avoid him forever, but you’re going to try your best.
On your commute home with BTS, Jimin invites you over for dinner and games, but you feign a headache. You’re suddenly bombarded in the groupchat by all of BTS insisting that they come over to see you. You take a picture of your leftover sundubu jjigae and tell them you’re fine. You’ll eat dinner and then head to bed to sleep it off. Jungkook suggests rescheduling hanging out tomorrow so you can rest, and you almost take him up on the offer. Instead, you reassure him that you’re still on for tomorrow.
You can’t avoid BTS. They can’t know that anything is wrong, that you heard everything they said last night. And you have to make appearances so they can’t use your health as a reason to pull you from work. You’re allowing yourself to have this time. You are just going to take a little break, to gather some strength to face them. It seems like they know all of your idiosyncrasies, so you’ll have to turn up your acting skills.
Well, you thought you were going to take a break. You’re washing the dishes, making a mental note to remember to make a key for the cleaning ajumma, when someone knocks on your door. It really was too much to expect them to give you space. You brace yourself and answer the door.
You’re not surprised to see Jin standing there, book in hand. You put on your warmest smile. “I’m really okay. You didn’t have to come.”
“I wanted to,” Jin says. He brushes your hair from your face and you hold in a flinch. A twinge must have shown because his brows furrow, worried. “That headache must be a doozy. Was work stressful today?”
You’re relieved. He believes your excuse about the headache, but you don’t want to blame work. “I think I was just listening to my music too loud. I should turn it down before I get tinnitus.”
Jin grins. “Yeah, that would be a good idea.”
You both stand there awkwardly and Jin doesn’t seem in a hurry to leave, so you’re forced to open the door wider to let him in. He removes his shoes and you follow him to your room. He drops onto the bed and pats the space next to him. You don’t know what he’s trying to do, but you orchestrate your face to be open and curious.
“What’s up?” you ask. You remind yourself not to nervously thumb the hem of your shirt. You take it a step further and tell yourself not to fidget your hands. Like a cut marionette, your arms hang at your sides. You start overthinking your body language, unsure if your angles are natural, but you shouldn’t cross your arms like you want to. Crossed arms means closed off. Open arms means everything is okay.
“I figured with a headache, it’d be hard to sleep,” Jin explains. “Music and TV don’t seem like good options, so I’ll read to you until you fall asleep.”
You could fight him on this, but you know Jin will persist. You don’t want to raise too many red flags. You might also be ignoring that you don’t actually want to fight this, that you do want him here, despite everything. Jin suspects nothing, his expression hopeful and fond and just so happy to be here with you. It’s difficult to refuse him anything when he looks like he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. You are conflicted between your mistrust and being drawn to him like a moth to a flame.
“Um, I’m gonna go get ready and then I’ll be right back,” you say nervously. You dig out some modest sleepwear and head to the bathroom. You’re on autopilot with your routine. Be strong, Y/N. Don’t give in too much. You have to protect yourself.
Jin is sitting against the headboard, book in hand. You avoid his eyes and get into bed. You sort of tuck yourself in so there’s a bit of a blanket barrier between you and him, but you roll on your side and face him. You can sense his obvious amusement.
“Comfy?” he asks.
“Yup. So what’s on the agenda?”
Unbidden, you think, Jin doesn’t like to read. He’ll read a page at a time if he does read, and he rarely reads for pleasure unless it’s an assignment of some sort. You can’t tell if this is knowledge you already know, if you observed this in the weeks you’ve been here, or if it’s just something you inherently know.
“I don’t have much of a selection, so I picked whatever I could find in my room. Tonight, we’ve got ‘The Remasculization of Korean Cinema: Culture, Politics & Society’,” he presents with dramatic flare.
You scrunch your nose. If Jin reads that, you really will get a headache.
He of course notices and laughs. “On second thought, this might not have been the best idea.”
“It was the best of intentions though.”
“I’ll see if Joon has anything lighter,” Jin says, turning over the book in disappointment.
“Why don’t you just tell me a story?” The words leave your lips without your say so. He glances at you in surprise.
“What kind of story do you want?”
You scootch further under the duvet, only your eyes showing. “Jieun-unnie said you were in love.”
Jin’s breath catches.
“But you don’t have to tell me about it if you don’t want to,” you murmur. Even with Jin being here, you have decided to put all your feelings into the box of lost things, which you intend to seal away and ignore. Nothing is going to happen. Nothing can ever happen with Jin. So call this self-flagellation or morbid curiosity, but you just want to know.
“Why do you want to know about her?” he asks carefully.
You shrug. “I wanna know what love looks like to you.”
Jin’s face softens. He takes a deep breath and sets his book aside on the nightstand.
“Hmm. People, movies and songs always talk about these dramatic moments. Being struck by how beautiful someone is like lightning. Jungkook with his ringing bells. Tae with his red string of fate and soulmates. But it wasn’t like that for me. It was quiet. Sneaky. Like standing on the beach and not realizing that the tide is steadily rising.
“She was just someone who was around. Someone I would see in passing. Our schedules rarely matched up, so our interactions were incidental. We never paid each other any mind. We were too focused on our jobs. Besides, she wasn’t very outgoing. She was introverted. Aloof. Seemingly unruffled. But I’d see the way she interacted with the people she was close to. I’d wonder how someone so intimidating, who seemed so distant in the day to day, could suddenly be so comfortably silly and fearlessly weird with her people. It’s something idols and celebrities work so hard to make seem effortless.
“Actually, that’s the best word to describe her. Effortless. She wasn’t contrived. Wasn’t polished, primped, and packaged. Just naturally effortless.
“Now, maybe I’m just an asshole, but it made me want to ruffle her up. Rock her boat a bit just to see what she’d do. I wanted to know what made her tick. What songs she cried to. What books she gave a second thought to. What code she lived by.
“I started off small. I’d steal a pen off her desk. She’d buy a one hundred pack of G2 pens with a sticky note that anyone was welcome to them. I’d put googily eyed stickers on her glasses. She’d stick the goggily eyes on plants around the office. I’d anonymously rickroll her through email attachments. She’d reply that my resume was outdated and kindly attached a better resume template, only to rickroll me back.
“I upped my game. I’d replace her corner mart bought gimbap with homemade gimbap. She’d leave me tasty baked goods. I’d leave her a mixed CD. She’d leave me a mixed audio cassette. I’d buy her mittens. She’d leave me a scarf.
“And then suddenly, it wasn’t enough. I had to come by to poke and prod her with words. I’d tell her she’s pretty. She’d tell me I’m handsome. I’d tell her she’s weird. She’d tell me I’m obnoxious. I tried to pull her into arguments, but wasn’t really successful until I lied and told her I don’t wear sunscreen when it’s cloudy. She subjected me to a ten minute tirade about the science of UV rays and I loved it.”
Jin had steadily grown distant as he went back in time, but he refocuses on you. His words, the quirk of his lips, the twinkle in his eye had coaxed you out of your duvet cocoon. You smile encouragingly.
“I don’t even know when annoying her became harmless flirting and then transformed into full blown conversations about kdrama tropes, rating local hole in the walls, and confessions of hopes and dreams. Before I knew it, she was someone who became the one. The one I wanted to see everyday. The one I wanted to share my stories with. The one who I wanted in my stories.
“And I thought she was completely oblivious. We always saw each other in passing or we were always with everyone else, but I really wanted to be alone with her. I wanted her to only look at me.
“It all came to a head when all of us bought tickets to go see Passengers. You know, that Chris Pratt and Jennifer Lawrence movie? We were all gonna catch dinner and then go see the movie, but I convinced the dongsaengs to skip out. I took her to one of my favorite restaurants, and I had to pretend to go to the bathroom so I could pay before she could insist on splitting the bill. We went to see the movie, but I honestly couldn’t tell you what it’s about. I couldn’t stop watching her. And whenever she’d catch me, I’d lean in and make a joke, I don’t even remember what, but just something so she wouldn’t suspect. I wanted her to know how I felt, but I was also terrified of her knowing.”
The way he talks about her, about himself, it feels soft and shimmery like ocean foam, an airy wisp on a reminiscent breeze, and it stirs a longing in you. Captivates you.
“When we left the theater, she spotted the maknaes. They saw us coming and tried to hide, but the hilarious thing was, they hid behind cutouts. Of themselves, advertising a fanmeeting coming up. A truly slap yourself in the face moment that I couldn’t even appreciate at the time because Tae was busy selling me out, whining that they didn’t want to intrude on our date, but they also didn’t wanna waste their movie tickets.”
You roll your eyes, but your smile betrays your affection. “What a bunch of idiots.”
“But they’re our idiots,” Jin says fondly. His smile is small, but it’s a smile you haven’t seen before, like how you can only see Venus right before dawn or just after sunset. A smile that is only reserved for special circumstances to align, and you stare unblinkingly, not wanting to miss it for a second because you don’t know when you’ll ever find the chance again.
“I had to drag her away from those idiots. And she kept trying to pull away, but I couldn’t let her go cuz’ I was trying to muster up my courage. I dragged her four blocks before I had the nerve to face her. Before I confessed that yes, that was a date. That I liked her. That I loved her. And you know what she said?”
You hum.
“She said, ‘I love you too. But I dropped my glasses back there.’”
You splutter and burst into giggles in concert with Jin’s windshield wiping. Jin hiccups, “We had to run back those four blocks to find her glasses before I could have my first kiss with her.”
“You are also an idiot, Jin,” you snort.
“I know, I know. Not my smoothest moment,” Jin concedes, elbowing you. “And it wasn’t smooth sailing from there either. Our schedules still didn’t align the way we wanted it to. I would be tired and worn out. She would be busy and frayed. But we still made it work. We’d fall asleep together over video calls. I’d send her flowers and she’d have food delivered to me. She’d surprise me at concerts. I’d surprise her at conferences. We had to steal our moments. But it was the happiest I’d ever been. I like to think she was happy too.”
Jin grows silent. Something in him fades as he picks at your duvet, agitated. You grab his hand and interlace your fingers, stilling him. “What happened?” you whisper. “Why did it stop?”
You know you shouldn’t be asking this. You’re mentally slapping yourself for making Jin relive this knowing this doesn’t have a happy ending. But you can’t stop yourself. You have to reach the end. You have to read the last page so you can close the book. He stares at your hands and then…
Softly. Bitterly. With self-loathing, he says, “She became a victim of my industry.”
It’s vague, but there’s a finality that you dare not stir.
Storytime is over.
You want to apologize, but you know that won’t make things better. In a way, it feels like you both needed this. A cathartic release, but something’s missing. You rub your thumb against Jin’s hand, trying to convey some comfort. “She sounds lovely.”
“She is.”
“It wasn’t your fault.”
“Debatable,” he huffs in scorn.
“Hey.” You tug his hand so he’ll look at you. His expression is stone, eyes dark when he finally meets yours. You infuse every fiber of your being with earnesty. “She sounds lovely. Don’t retroactively deprive her of her autonomy. Of her choices. It wasn’t your fault.”
The stone cracks a bit, a tremulous smile playing on his lips, not quite accepting, but you think he heard you.
You lightly squeeze his hand in yours. “It’s getting late. You should go to bed.”
When you try to remove your hand though, he doesn’t let go. “Can I stay here? At least until you fall asleep?”
He plays it like he’s doing this for you, but there’s an open vulnerability and loneliness in the way he’s looking at you. Is this what Hobi meant when he said Jin had a lot of baggage? You don’t quite feel devastated, but this isn’t baggage. It’s a piece of history, and you find some small comfort that if your illness is in fact real, at least it’s your affliction, not Jin’s. At least he isn’t forced to relive his history.
“Sure, Jin. Always.”
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A/N: I totally didn't get this done till like 0130 so I didn't have time for a beta to read this through before my posting deadline. Sorry for the late post and for all the grammar mistakes! Tehee!
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