+interlude prt 3 and many many many time skips so i hope you don't get confused at all!
i can't calm the fucking down! jeongguk! jeongguk was caught in an accident and he is badly injured and was rushed to the hospital! help me! oh god, haine! help me, i don't know what to do!"
yoongi's voice rang inside haine's mind as she hurriedly paced to the hospital, only grabbing a large hoodie that extended up until her knees, she wore the baggy clothing. it didn't matter if she looked miserable and was only wearing a night gown inside the clothing – what mattered was she must get to the hospital as soon as possible.
tears were on the brim of her eyes as her nerves wouldn't calm even for just a second, countless of thoughts ran inside her head as she pictured jeongguk's current state.
"jeongguk crashed with a truck, numerous wounds covered his body and blood was all over the scene. the moment i came, i saw his body in a stretcher and the sight was just mortifying. ."
yoongi's voice kept echoing, only worry and grief ate up her heart.
it's all my fault. this is all my fault. i shouldn't have snapped on him like that.
haine blamed herself of what happened to jeongguk. if only i didn't let him go feeling like that, if only i listened to what he wanted to say and if only i gave him the chance to speak . . . this, this wouldn't have to happen.
haine's legs were already sore from all the running, it was not the best time to be caught up inside the traffic. true, it was rush hour but out of all times to be unlucky, this has to be the day. haine had no other choice but run her way to the hospital even if she was a couple of miles away.
haine didn't know what came to her but the moment she heard yoongi's voice and the fact about jeongguk, she wasted no time idling and her body hastily moved.
please don't go. don't leave me.
she screamed internally, finally reaching the hospital. she stood infront the building as she looked haggard – sweaty as fuck, tears on both eyes and breathless from all the running.
"wait, haine!" taehyung was tagging along her all the time but haine didn't seem to notice his presence. once the girl was able to get some rest, she scurried once more, running inside and just wanting to assure that jeongguk was fine.
i'd do anything, i'd do anything just to see you breathing again and well.
haine was able to get the operating room where jeongguk was currently settled in and she immediately ran again to locate that room which was precisely on the sixth floor. the woman was somehow hopeful that this was still a dream and the moment she wakes up she would sigh in relief as it was all just a nightmare.
"haine!" yoongi's voice snapped her thoughts, she immediately felt warmth enveloping her fragile body once the grey-haired man caught sight of the woman when she finally reached the operating room.
yoongi's fragile-self came into her view as she soon felt tears soak her hoodie, heart-wrenching sobs filled up her ears as she realized once more that this was reality – she was stuck in dealing with the nightmare that jeongguk is on a critical state.
don't leave me. don't die.
the thought of jeongguk dying made haine's legs tremble in despair, the pair found themselves falling on the ground. haine couldn't help but let herself cry too, hands slowly descending on the man's trembling frame, she fought the urge to bawl. wanting to stay strong even in this time, she knew that even if she cried herself and make tantrums, nothing would change.
"who is the patient's guardian?" yoongi stiffened, slowly composing himself and moving away from haine as he stood up, settling haine on one of the seats.
yoongi faced the person and timidly spoke, "i-i'm the patient's guardian"
"i'm jung jinyoung and i was the one who operated the patient, i came here to tell you that the operation went well. we were able to stitch him up on all of his wounds but he might be in a deep sleep for a couple of days. we don't know yet when he'll open his eyes as it will all depend on how fast his recovery strength is"
haine was holding a breathe inside her, she didn't know if she should have felt relieved or whatnot. yes, jeongguk was already out of the critical state but he wasn't awake yet and as much as she didn't want to overthink things, she was afraid.
will he ever wake up?
a week has passed.
a week has passed and even a slight movement from jeongguk ceased to happen.
time went by so painfully fast and haine was growing more and more impatient the longer it gets for jeongguk to wake up. every day, haine wouldn't fail to visit the man even if she was busy herself from juggling her modeling career, promoting her album and tending to the twins. the woman would always find ways to visit and everytime she did, there was always this hopeful feeling of seeing him awake.
she was always hopeful of even having a glimpse of those beautiful brown orbs and his bunny smile.
and even if it was almost 2:30 in the midnight, her body being sore from all of today's activities and hadn't even slept a wink, here she was – sitting on the stool beside the sleeping man as her eyes couldn't help but pool with tears while she gently caress the man's brownish-black soft locks.
yoongi was supposed to be right beside her, but everytime haine arrives at jeongguk's ward at an ungodly hour the man would leave as if he just wanted to let the two be on their own. yoongi seemed to be precise to leave the two even for just a mere hours and even if, jeongguk was still in deep sleep.
he ships the pair.
"kookie"
the voice that came out of her lips were quite broken and yearning.
"please . . . wake up, ne?"
breathing ragged, she'd dragged the words for almost the umpteenth time. it was like a routine now, she would seat on the stool, her eyes would trail on his sleeping angelic features until she realized that oh yeah, it's morning? before she knew it, she had spent the entire night crying her eyes while memories of them together flooded her mind like an uncontrollable whirlpool.
but, who could blame her?
she loves him . . . so so much but why?
why must everything go wrong?
"i—i miss you"
the words that she badly didn't want to admit escaped in her lips. haine was afraid, for so many years she was afraid to admit of how she truly felt, she was afraid that once she let the words slip on her mouth she would start yearning to meet the boy.
haine was afraid of the possibility that she would start to become selfish, she would start to look for him, would start to search for jeongguk and she knew that it wasn't right.
she knew that if she did what her heart wants, she'll hurt taehyung.
and she didn't want to hurt him further.
but now, now that she had let herself admit it – haine knew that she would start to become selfish.
"you're here again?" a silky voice resonated in her ears, pulling haine out of her bubble of thoughts. the tone of the voice was dripped with venom and haine clearly knew who it belonged to.
wiping her tear-stained cheeks and composing herself, her eyes was met with a pair of mahogany orbs and a hazelnut haired woman that was clad in a white furry turtleneck sweater and hot black ripped jeans – haine was intimidated as she screamed youth and beauty.
it was rosé.
rosé, jeongguk's secretary at the jeon corporation and the famous genius of the company – being only 20, she was already successful.
haine thought that she probably looked a mess right now – my hair is slightly disheveled, eyes bloodshot and my makeup must also be smudged all over the place. haine's eyes trailed on her get-up, wearing a white shirt underneath a baggy blue plaid shirt were her top pairing it with ripped shorts. i look like a gangster. i was in a hurry, i had to grab anything decent to wear.
eyes trailing on the beautiful girl, haine saw rosé picking up the fresh red carnations she had brought on the way being thrown on the trash can, replacing it with bright yellow daffodils.
at this action haine's heart dropped.
"wh—why did you—"
cutting her off, haine saw rosé hiss, "would you mind coming with me at the hospital's balcony?"
slap.
the moment the two came at the flower-filled balcony of the hospital, a thunderous and hard slap met haine's skin. too shocked to even comprehend what had happened, the older's ears were greeted with words she never expected to hear.
"i hate you" rose piped as haine's hand reached out to touch her throbbing cheek, haine's dumbfounded eyes trailed at rosé's enraged mahogany orbs.
"why—"
"you're choi haine, right? the one and only woman who made jeongguk like that? well you know what . . . i fucking hate you" finding no words to speak as she heard the hatred from the younger, haine could only stand there infront of rosé as her heart began to feel pain.
"you're a slut! you're a married woman and yet you come here every night just to spend it with jeongguk! how dare you call him with that . . . with that filthy nickname!" rosé pauses and haine feels herself getting weak with her harsh words.
"you're a disgrace for a woman! you're even an ambassador for the rights of women and the young?! you're a liar! pretentious and a big fat liar! y—you even let your kids visit jeongguk occasionally!" clutching the cloth on haine's short and biting the insides of her mouth, the older took all the painful words from the younger as she couldn't fight, only letting tears soak her cheeks once more.
she's right, rosé's right.
rosé wouldn't stop as her hand suddenly grabbed the older's chin tight, cupping it with one hand. "just because you're someone that yoongi's close with that doesn't mean that—"
slap.
"fucking shut up, you don't know anything!" as if on cue, a deep and yet caring voice echoed on both of the girl's ears and in a flick of a hand, haine was out of the younger' grasp. the only thing haine could see was a large back. rosé stumbles a little before her eyes narrows a bit and it was replaced with shock as she saw an unfamiliar man infront of her.
haine could've sworn that she didn't know if she should be happy or conflicted.
"who the hell are y—"
"i am the husband of the woman you just slapped, whore" words dripped with venom and a tone of hostility laced taehyung's voice. "who the fuck are you to judge my woman? compared to my wife, you're just an outsider who happens to be jeon's secretary nothing more and nothing less, without that position you're nothing but just an acquaintance. know your place, fucktard"
rosé's eyes flickered with shame, confusion and hatred. the younger mused, seeing the situation just a piece of cake. "why are you even siding on your cheating wif—"
"for your information, the woman you just slapped is a family member of jeon" rosé's face turned pale, shame flowing on her face.
taehyung was saying the truth, even if haine and jeongguk weren't together right now, the fact that the twins were his child was more than enough evidence to conclude that they were a family and it pained taehyung to even speak of that.
"b—but, i—"
"you should be ashamed of yourself. hitting a family of the person you like, you're the disgrace!"
;
"l—let's divorce" the man whispered, voice breaking. haine's eyes flickered to taehyung, her brown orbs suddenly dilating, throat going dry and lips quivered as nervousness ate up her smol heart.
"wh–wh–no, i–"
taehyung's hand reached out to touch haine's cheeks, cupping the soft skin gently before leaving a chaste and loving kiss on the girl's forehead.
the two were at home as they sat on the soft bed they shared every night for the past four years.
haine felt herself pool with tears as her eyes was met with taehyung's knowing ones. the woman saw how tired the man – he had smol bags under his eyes, wrinkles and lips slightly chapped.
haine felt bad for taehyung.
this is all because of me.
"i–i want the both of us to be free" the man slowly muttered pulling away as his voice was so soft. a tear slowly cascaded in his cheeks and their hands were laced on one another.
haine didn't know how to respond.
"b–but i—"
"i can't do this anymore, haine"
taehyung muttered, voice frail and broken. the woman's head immediately hung low, she felt so bad. she's selfish and she knows how much taehyung has been hurting for the past week.
and yet, the man still stood up for her.
"i–i'm so sorry" she murmured letting her head rest on taehyung's shoulder.
"we . . . we tried and i know you did too, but . . . but it's just that we were meant to happen–"
the man cupped haine's cheeks, letting their noses touch as their foreheads were linked. it broke the woman's heart so see the loving man, crying. "but that doesn't mean we were . . .meant to be" taehyung dragged the words that painfully stabbed his very own heart.
not meant to be.
taehyung had always known, he always knew that haine had a piece of her heart given to jeongguk and somehow . . . even if the whole world screamed that haine could only look at him as a friend, he wished and prayed to the heavens above that a miracle would happen.
taehyung prayed that she would love him, look at him with adoration and be his to keep.
but it didn't happen.
"i–i'm so sorry. taehyung i–" she'd cried but taehyung shushed her lips as he pressed a finger on the soft skin.
"c—can i kiss you, even for the very last time?" the two's eyes met and for the very last time taehyung wanted to be selfish. even for the last time let me have a connection with you.
four years.
four years and it was enough – enough for taehyung to finally let himself free from the chains of his unrequited love and enough for haine to be free from fooling herself that she would learn to love taehyung more than a friend.
i've had enough of this love games.
;
"so, you're a single mother now?" yoongi spoke, handing a warm chocolate latte unto the cold girl who had just stopped from letting her eyes cry.
"hmm" haine nodded timidly, her eyes were still quite bloodshot and nose as red as rudolf, she let out a raspy hum. yoongi patted the younger's shoulder before his hand ruffled on the girl's hair.
"so, all we need is –" the older's eyes trailed on the sleeping man that laid on the white sheets, his hand making way to flick the unconscious man's forehead. haine's eyes widened in shock and she immediately slapped the older's hand.
"yah! you kitten—"
"yah! yoongi, why did you do even hit jeongguk!" the girl nagged, softly hitting the man over and over.
"he used to wake up in that way whenever he's drunk and—" the man paused finding his words caught up inside his throat.
"and what?" the girl echoed.
"—and when he's having nightmares about you"
the two's eyes met and yoongi saw the way the girl's eyes immediately glossed, for a second thought he realized that he shouldn't have told the girl about that. haine's head slowly hung low, her lips emitting sobs.
yoongi isn't really good with girls so he listened again. he listened thoughtfully to the weeping single mother who he had come to cherish because of her kindness and undying love with his idiotic bunny dongsaeng.
i hope there's just happy ending for you two. i'm so tired of seeing you two running and chasing each other in the darkness. i'm so fed up with it, why can't you two just be together?
the thought occupied his mind and there was this sense of responsibility that just gave him the urge to make a step. a ridiculous thought ran inside the elder's head, yoongi was a caring older brother and maybe . . . maybe what he's thinking right now could somehow ridiculously end the two's agony.
yoongi shushed the girl and haine slowly composed herself from crying. yoongi ruffled the girl's hair,
"say, can you do something for me? will you help your grandpa, my cute little dongsaeng?"
superb.
one word. one word was enough to describe how much she had herself dumbfounded at the sight that unfolds in front of her. her eyes trailed on the piece of paper that she held, back to the mansion outside then to the the taxi driver that was seated beside her – she continues this action for a couple of minutes before the taxi driver gave up.
"dear, why are you hesitating?" haine was startled at the sudden voice.
"i—i, is this really the right address?" the girl asked wanting a confirmation, seemingly not being able to grasp the reality.
the taxi driver nodded, "yes dear, i just followed the address" haine blinked again, once, twice, thrice until she finally gave up and gave her payment to the good old man and stepped outside the taxi.
"can you go to this address and find the blue box at one of the drawers on the only room at the second floor?"
the girl sighed, eyes trailing on the extravagant house.
"let's just get this over with"
oh if only you knew my dear, what the oldie made you do.