i can't wait for part 2 of the recent jumin cheating fic pls rip my heart out with angst okay adios i love u
Author’s note: it’s 4am || Is this enough heartbreak?? Yes?? No?? Idk?? part one here !!
Part 2 (of 2)
It’d been a week since that day.
You snapped your head in the direction of the moan. What the hell was that?
Your body felt heavy as you forced yourself to investigate the noise. You found yourself staring at the closed door of the master bedroom.You glared down at your trembling hands.
Stop it, there’s no reason to be afraid.
But, if that was true, what was stopping you from bursting through the door? Your fingers tightened around the cold knob.
Jumin loves me.
In one short moment of insane courage, you twist the handle; He loves me, you reassured yourself again before entering the room.
“MC? Are you awake?”
Jaehee’s voice pulled you back into reality. Instead of responding, you rolled over, facing your back toward her.
“I understand you don’t want to talk, but it’s 3 in the afternoon and you haven’t had anything to eat.”
You remained silent. Jaehee had been kind enough to let you stay with her, yet here you were, repaying her with a cold shoulder.
“…I’ll go get something for the both of us. I’ll be back soon, MC”
As soon as Jaehee shut the door, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. You closed eyes, and let your mind wander again.
He loves me.
Numbness spread across your body like a wildfire. It was like a bad car accident, it hurt to look at, but you just couldn’t turn away. Except, instead of cars, it was your fiancé fucking another women on top of the bed you once shared. The air smelled like a mixture of cheap perfume, sweat, and Jumin’s cologne. There were clothes scattered everywhere, and two empty wine glasses on the floor, decorating the room like a cherry on top of a Sundae.
Not that you noticed any of this. You were still telling yourself it was all just a horrible nightmare. After hearing another pleasured filled moan from Ms. Jhang, you didn’t even know her first name and here she was ruining your life, you felt a rush of emotions hit you.
You tasted blood, and that’s when you realized how hard you were biting your lip, attempting to keep the bile from rising up past your throat. You tried to back out of the room, but your feet were cemented to the ground. How have they not seen me? How much time has passed? It felt like eons to you, but in reality, it had only been a couple seconds.
Ah yes, your ex-lover had finally noticed you. You wanted to open your mouth and say something, say anything, but I guess your voice was another thing Jumin had taken that night. He had moved closer to you, almost an arm’s length away. You looked up and saw his mouth moving. Has he been talking this whole time? Closing your eyes, you tried to focus on his voice, hearing nothing but a low buzz.
When you opened them back up, you focused on the floor instead of his eyes. You saw his feet continue to move forward, as if he was trying to suffocate you with his closeness. Something caught your eye and you tilted your head. The navy blue tie. My favorite.
Your body was on autopilot when you bent down and picked up the fabric. Running the silk between your fingers, you looked back up at Jumin.
“Did she take this off of you?”
You were taken aback by the strength in your voice, and by the look on Jumin’s face, so was he.
“MC, I’m back with food! Also, Zen’s with me, he wanted to visit you again.”
If your eyes weren’t so puffy, you would’ve rolled them. When you heard your stomach growl at you, you wrapped a blanket around your body and slipped out of bed. You peaked out the door, but squinted when the light hit your eyes.
“Why is it so damn bright in here, Jaehee?”
She turned around with a giant smile on her face. “You’re up! Did you come to eat?”
“Is there any beer?”
“…Zen brought some.”
You held out an open hand, expectantly waiting for a cool drink. Instead, Zen handed you a hot plate of fried rice. The smell was tempting, but it wasn’t what you wanted.
Zen took sunglasses out of his back pocket and slipped them over your eyes. “These are for the brightness, and I’m not giving you any beer until you finish your food.”
The plate was starting to burn your hand so you looked for a place to set it down. Walking into the kitchen, you took a seat at the dining table. You got another wave of delicious aromas from the rice, and your stomach begged you for a taste.
“Okay, okay, calm down. I’ll eat it.”
Pushing the rice around a bit, you finally decide on what portion you wanted to nibble on first. When the first spoonful entered your mouth, you happily sighed.
“Has she told you exactly what happened?”
Zen was trying his best to whisper, but his stage voice betrayed him. You could basically hear Jaehee shaking her head no. The only people who knew what went down in that room were you, Jumin, and Ms. Jhang.
You held up the navy silk. “Did Ms. Jhang remove this tie from your neck?”
If you hadn’t been so determined on getting an answer, you would have noticed that a certain long-haired woman had gathered her clothes and tiptoed across the cold hardwood floor, right out the door. Of course, you were too blinded by your emotions to know the, still no first name, Ms. Jhang had left.
His messy hair bounced around as he nodded up and down. “She did.”
You felt laughter bubble up in your stomach, and you tried to refrain from smiling. I put that tie on him, and she took off. If that isn’t some damning symbolism, I don’t know what is. Your emotions were swirling around inside of you, so when you finally opened your mouth to respond to him, you had no idea what to expect.
Well, you weren’t expecting that.
And neither was he.
Jumin stepped right in front of you grabbed your wrist, pulling you into his chest.
“Stop it, Jumin.”
He slowly placed a hand on your chin.
“Please, I-I can’t breathe.”
He tilted your head up and looked you in the eyes.
When he started to lean in, you felt a steady burning in your chest. Was that from all the anger? The sadness? The pity?
Whatever it was, it gave you the power to shove Jumin away from you. “Did you not hear me? I said STOP. As in, ‘Don’t ever touch me again,’ you ASSHOLE!”
The shock on Jumin’s face was priceless. Heck, it would’ve even been funny, given the right circumstances. The man you fell in love with was now a teary eyed little boy, quivering in front of you. In another life, you might have even been sorry for him.
It took all of your strength to turn around. You tried to take a step, but something stopped you.
Not something. A voice.
“Please don’t leave me.”
You barely heard him over the sound of your own sadness screaming out in your head. There was a new feeling in your chest, not a burning one, but a hollow pain. A pain that spread to your fingertips, to the back of your neck, and to the bottom of your feet. A pain that consumed you. A pain that whispered, ‘take him back.’
You focused your eyes on the door. Like a toddler just learning how to walk, you mentally told yourself, left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot. Your hand caught on the door frame, as if your body was trying to fight your decision. Swallowing every single feeling you had, you turned to look at him. He was not going to have the last word.
“Leave you? No. You’ll always have a piece of me, Jumin. And on those nights when you think that tiny piece of me is enough for you, I want you to remember, you could’ve had it all. You’re a fool for doing this, but you’d be an even bigger fool to not realize what you’ve lost. Goodbye, Mr. Han.”
Your sweaty feet stuck to the wood floor, but you couldn’t hear them over the sound of his cries. Not that you cared anymore. You didn’t even realize you were outside until you saw your ragged breath turn into fog. Shaky hands held your phone up to your ear.
“Jaehee, pick me up outside of Jumin’s place as soon as you can.”
She must have heard the strain in your voice because she hung up without saying another word.
“Quit playing with your rice.”
You shook your head, zoning back into the real world. “I’m full.”
Zen held out a hand to stop Jaehee. He cracked open the fridge and pulled out a beer. “As promised. Drink responsibly, MC.”
You grabbed the cool glass out of his hand and popped the lip off on the table. “Thanks, mom.”
The familiar burning of alcohol flowed down your throat and you smiled. You looked at your two friends and sighed. “Come on you two,” you stood up and gestured them to follow you.
Jaehee furrowed her eyebrows. “Where are we going?”
You turned to them, your eyes glazed over from lack of sleep.
“I’m going to tell you what happened after I caught Jumin cheating.”
You had never seen the two of them move faster than they did at that moment. Zen nearly tripped over himself trying to get past Jaehee. The three of you settled in the living room and you leaned back on the couch. Taking one long, last sip of beer, you set the bottle down.
“Jumin’s father once gave him advice on where different business clients’ meetings should be held-”
“Mr. Chairman’s number one rule,” Jaehee interrupted.
You nodded. “-But from the way he treated me a week ago, I’d say Jumin learned a lot more than business from his father.”