I drifted into sleep, the soft rhythm of the clock beside me lulling me deeper. It jolted me awake with a sharp ring. I instinctively swatted at it, silencing the sound.
A beautiful morning light streamed through the curtains. I felt a warm hand on my waist, and smiled, turning to face my husband, Jimin. He slept peacefully, his chubby cheeks soft and inviting. I couldn’t resist pinching them gently.
I kissed his nose, and he tightened his hold, pulling me closer. My eyes widened in surprise – he’d been asleep just moments before.
“Sshhh,” he whispered against my ear, then smiled with those puppy eyes that always made me blush.
“Babe, did you sleep well last night?” he asked, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.
I chuckled, remembering his mischievous side. He’d always been a bit of a flirt. He hugged me tightly, nuzzling into my neck.
“Jimin, stop it, you have to get ready!” I teased. He sighed dramatically.
I slipped into casual clothes, tying my hair loosely. He was still groaning in bed when I told him to hurry. He headed to the washroom, and I went downstairs to prepare breakfast.
His phone rang. “Jiminnie, your phone!” I called out.
“Coming, jagiya… who is it this morning?” he replied, already halfway down the stairs.
He picked up the phone. “Anneyong!… oh, Jungkook-ssi… yahhh, where the hell have you been, you brat?!” His voice was filled with joyful scolding.
I smiled as he looked at me and winked. “Oh, you’re in Busan? Really… and you’re telling me now? Meet me at 4:00 at my office. Take care.”
We ate breakfast together, and he told me Jungkook was in Busan for business. Hopefully, he’d be back tonight.
“I’ll let you know if he comes,” he said.
I handed him his car keys, and he kissed my forehead before heading out. The car pulled away, leaving me alone.
I decided to make mochi for him, knowing how much he loved it. I started preparing the dough, lost in the rhythm of the task.
The doorbell rang. I looked up and opened the door to find the postman.
“Mrs. Park?” he asked.
“Yes?” I answered.
“Ma’am, here’s a letter for you. Please sign here.” He handed me a letter and a pen.
I signed the paper and locked the door behind him.
Curiosity gnawed at me. Who had sent a letter? I sat down in a chair and carefully tore open the envelope.
“I’m back, darling… hope you waited for me. Now, just you and me… I’m coming to you soon.” – Your Best Friend.
The words sent a shockwave through me. Old memories surfaced, and a shiver of fear ran through my veins.
I stared at the letter, frozen for a moment. Why now? What does he want?
I slammed the letter onto the table and forced myself to return to making mochi, desperate to distract myself. But worry gnawed at me, a cold knot in my stomach.
Suddenly, my phone rang. It was Jimin.
“An…neyo…” I stammered, my voice trembling.
“Jagiya? Are you alright? What’s wrong with your voice? I’m coming!” He sounded alarmed.
“I… I’m fine. Don’t come. I mean, I know you’re busy, and you have a lot of work… I don’t want to bother you. I’m fine, baby… don’t worry.” I assured him, trying to sound calm.
“Okay… well, I wanted to tell you that Jungkook-ssi is coming over tonight. Please arrange dinner.”
“Okay… I’ll make dinner, don’t worry.”
“Okay then. See you tonight, darling.” He hung up.