When the line between "need" and "want" gets blurred...
To the outside world, they're just good friends. But the truth is, Taehyung isn't entirely sure what they are to each other.
Kim Taehyung, rising soccer star.
Jung Hoseok, team physician.
...
The other side of the bed was empty once again and an icy cold feeling settled in the pit of her stomach.
When she finished feeding the baby, Jiwoo laid him in his crib and left the bedroom.
She didn't have to search for Taehyung long.
Opening the door to Hoseok's room, Jiwoo stared at the two entangled bodies on the bed. Taehyung was sound asleep in Hoseoks arms, the top of his head pressed into the hollow of Hoseok's throat. Hoseok's hand was on Taehyung's lower back and Taehyung had his ankle hooked around Hoseok's. They weren't naked. It was all very innocent.
And yet, her throat hurt and tears sprang to her eyes. She had been so wrong. Sex meant very little. Looking at them now, she would have preferred Taehyung fucking women on the side to seeing this. How could she think she could ever compete with that?
She closed the door and pressed her forehead against it.
It wasn't fair.
It wasn't fucking fair. She wasn't a gold-digging attention-whore like some other WAGs. All right—she liked being able to buy anything she wanted and her relationship with Taehyung helped her modeling career, but that wasn't the most important thing for her. It truly wasn't.
It wasn't fair. How could she compete with that?
Did she even want to?
Was it worth it?
In all honesty, she wasn't sure. A few weeks ago, she had been so determined to save their relationship, but was it salvageable? Could she truly accept that Hoseok would always mean something more to Taehyung than she and their son did?
Tears of overwhelming disappointment welled in her eyes, and on its heels came anger and hatred. For the first time, she felt nothing but pure hatred for Jung Hoseok.
It wasn't fair.
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By the time Hoseok dragged himself out of bed and went downstairs, it was pretty late in the morning, but he didn't feel particularly rested.
Taehyung was nowhere to be seen. Jiwoo was in the kitchen, having breakfast. When she saw him, some emotion crossed her face, maybe resentment, or frustration, or even something close to despair.
"Good morning," she said neutrally.
"Good morning," Hoseok said, just as neutrally.
Silence fell upon the room as they looked at each other, and it was some time before it was broken.
"Have a seat," Jiwoo said with a forced smile. "Tae left a couple of hours ago for some photo shoot."
Hoseok sat down and accepted a cup of coffee from her.
He sipped the coffee in silence and tried to gather his thoughts.
Their eyes met for a brief moment. Both of them averted their gazes quickly.
"Is the baby asleep?" Hoseok asked, at last, just to say something. Anything.
"Yeah," Jiwoo said.
"He seems like a healthy little boy."
"Yes," Jiwoo said. "He's a lot like his dad. He looks a lot like Taehyung, doesn't he?"
Hoseok pasted a smile on his face. "Yes, he does."
Another long silence that felt like an eternity followed.
Suddenly, Jiwoo set her cup down and sprang to her feet. "All right, I can't do it." She glared at him. "You know what? I fully intended to be nice and understanding, but even I have limits. And when the father of my son spends the entire night with you, I can't just say nothing and pretend that everything is fine!" She shook her head. "Don't you have any shame? I thought you weren't like that. He has a family, for God's sake!"
"I'm not trying to break you two up," Hoseok said in a clipped voice. "If I wanted to, I would have done it ages ago."
A bitter smile curled her lips. "Oh yeah. Am I supposed to be grateful that you allowed me to be his girlfriend? It's nice to finally see your true face revealed. You know very well how totally dependent he is on you, don't you? Tae might be emotionally stunted and unable to realize how unhealthy his feelings for you are, but you know it. It's not love." She met his eyes. "Admit it: deep down, you know he doesn't love you. You know what he feels for you is just some twisted, sick dependency and misguided sense of gratitude."
Hoseok clenched his jaw, trying not to let her words affect him. Taehyung loved him. He did. Maybe not that way, but he did.
And yet a tiny sliver of doubt crept in.
As though sensing it, she pressed on. "You know it. I can see it in your eyes. You know he can never love you the way he loves me. You will never be enough for him. So what is the point? Stop ruining our relationship! He was sixteen when you two met. He was an impressionable, vulnerable, paralyzed kid and you took advantage of him—you must have encouraged his weird fixation on you. And now he wants to make you happy." She laughed. "Don't you see you're coercing him into something he doesn't want? You make me sick. I have nothing against gay people, but why can't you stay away from the rest of us and stick to your own kind? There's nothing more pathetic than a gay man pining for a straight, taken guy. You're—" Jiwoo stopped mid-sentence and paled.
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So are you understanding the whole ' Unhealthy ' part??
