"Park Soo-ah"
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My heels echo through the hallway, I feel my heart beating fast against my ribcage-a little too fast than it should. My mind goes into a buzz...
Buzz..buzz...buzz
That's all I could focus on. all I could hear..just the buzz. It felt as if my soul was being torn away from my body.
My feet keep dragging me till I reach the end of the hallway, standing in front of a door. A tall, wooden door.
I raise my hand, clenching it into a fist I raise it above and knock on the door.
"Gosh..why are my hands so sweaty?!"
That was all I could think. And it was true. I was sweating a little too much.
Taking a deep breath I remind myself..
deep breaths..this is finally my chance, To set myself free. To reclaim the life which had once been taken away from me piece by piece, by the man who had taken away my self-worth
Why was it so hard?
"You can do it soo-ah!"
A voice inside me shouts. yes! I can do it...
I adjust my coat, and hesitantly I push open the door. The scent of polished wood and leather filled the room. The air was thick. The office was just as I imagined- pristine, almost cold.
There, behind an intimidating desk, sat a man everyone had told me could help.
The man who was supposed to save me.
Our eyes met. And for a second I froze. He had a subtle smile. Out of the blue he speaks, getting up from his chair.
This man looked like the incarnation of the most beautiful angel itself.
- "Ms. Park Soo-ah, I assume?"
His voice was smooth-too smooth.
My voice trembles from nervousness, it makes me want to curse myself for being so stupid already. What would he think of me? A dumbass? Pft! Yes.
- "Y-yes..that's me"
Surprisingly he's nice...he speaks again while forwarding his hand towards the chair.
- "Please, have a seat, Ms. Park"
I forward myself and take a seat carefully, my fingers fidgeting nervously.
My gaze was fixated on this man. He was glancing at his files before he looked up at me, waiting for me to speak I assume.
- "I'm here to.."
I fidget with the ring on my finger, nervousness clinging to me as if it wasn't just enough.
- "Discuss a divorce"
He leaned forward, nodding thoughtfully, as if he cared-really cared. A little too much. His gaze was sharp and focused.
- "of course. Tell me everything"
His words pulled me in and coaxed me to let my guard down. Clearing my throat I begin to speak.
- "So...I have been married for almost 3 years. This marriage was a forced marriage on my side. My parents wanted me to get married. But this marriage turned out quite.. unexpectedly .."
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I look up at him. He seems focused on me. Listening carefully and thoughtfully. I continue speaking.
- "The man which I had been married to, was not only an alcoholic but he was also abusive"
I hesitantly spoke, looking into his eyes for..approval. I don't know. But I'm just waiting for a green signal. He nods his head, signing me to continue to speak.
- "I think you understand what I mean. And now with enough courage, I really want to get out of this marriage. I believe you can help me."
A second passes before he shifts and crosses his arms, his expression understanding and supportive as he begins speaking.
- "I'm sorry to hear you've gone through that."
His voice was soft and gentle. He seemed so nice, friendly, and calm. Just too good to be true. But at this moment, this is exactly what I need.
- "Ms. Park. Have you been able to find support from anyone else? From friends or family?"
He asks, leaning forward on his desk, a little concerned.
I shook my head
- "No..not really. It's just..lonely here..you know?"
- "I see..".
He murmured, quietly...as if he was processing the information. His gaze grew soft, his voice soft as he spoke
- "Well, you have me now. You're not alone anymore."
I smile. His words felt like the light of a dark tunnel. As if a heavy weight was lifted off my shoulders. Every little nod, every small response felt like freedom, encouragement. My walls crumble in his presence. For the first time in years, I didn't feel so alone anymore.
As I continued speaking, I noticed how he watched me-not just my words but everything: the way my hands twisted in my lap, the nervous tapping of my foot against the floor, the way my eyes darted around the room. He was paying attention to everything, but maybe this was what good lawyers did-they studied their clients.
He scribbled something on a notepad before tearing it off and sliding it across the desk.
- "Here's my personal number, Ms. Park. If you ever need anything-anything at all-don't hesitate to reach out to me directly."
- "Thank you,"
I whispered, clutching the paper as if it were a lifeline. This was it. I was finally taking back control of my life.
As I left the office, a strange thought crossed my mind-Jeon Jungkook was almost too perfect. But I pushed it aside. This was the man who would save me, after all.
And yet, as the door clicked shut behind me, I couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted in the air, something I wasn't quite ready to face.
"Jungkook"
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As my office door opens, I glance at it..a woman enters my office. She's beautiful, indeed she is. But who is she?
We hold eye contact.
She must be park soo-ah. One of my clients, just heard about her yesterday. Apparently, she wants to get a divorce. Poor thing.
