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When a woman is silent, she's either overthinking, falling apart, crying inside, she's done... or all of the above.
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Amy's POV
The female patient who was waiting to meet me walked into my room. I expected a non-Korean woman but was surprised to see a Korean woman. She was slim and looked like a celebrity with amazing skin and hair. Dressed in a pair of pointy heeled shoes, a short and perfectly fitted dress highlighting her amazing body proportions, and a mask which she took off once she came in—she looked stunningly beautiful and her face seemed a bit familiar to me, but still, I couldn't recognize her right away.
"Hello, please be seated," I smiled and told her, pointing to the chair in front of me.
Smiling lightly, she nodded and occupied the seat.
"So, your name, please? I heard you wanted to meet me in particular?" I asked her as I flipped the pages of my notebook.
"Yes, doctor. I wanted to meet you only. Because I'm not here for counselling. I wanted to meet you about something else personal. My name is Jung Ah Ra. Heard before?" She spoke in her sweet voice and smiled.
My hands froze in place, and my eyes widened for a second before they lifted to look at her more closely.
Is she the Ah Ra that I kept hearing about this morning? I thought Taehyung agreed to meet her. Why is she here to meet me though? I'll jog my memory to try and remember her...
"Ahh... I'm not sure I know you. Any specific reason why you wanted to meet me?" I placed my hands crossed on the table and tried to sound calm.
She nodded.
"Yeah, like I told you. I have something personal to talk about."
Oh my! I remember now. She's the Ah Ra that Taehyung told me about.
I looked up her pictures on the internet back then, and that's why she looked familiar. I was disliking her already. Whatever it was that she wanted to say, I did not want to listen to any of it.
"I'm sorry, but I don't think we have any personal stuff in common. Also, I deal only with work when I'm here. If it's personal, I take it outside of work," I replied confidently with a smile.
"Ahhh, really?" She exclaimed dramatically. "That's a shame. So, is that why you've been meeting Taehyung outside of work? Because it's personal and not professional anymore?" She crossed her hands across her chest and smirked.
My heartbeat was racing, and I was getting a bit nervous.
How does she know? Maybe she's just trying to bait me. Act cool. NOW!
"I'm sorry? I don't understand what you're talking about. It will be great if you can leave now since there's nothing work-related to discuss here," I spoke politely and pointed to the door with my pen.
"But I'm not done yet. And stop acting innocent. I know you've been going out with Taehyung. I have solid proofs. Now sit right there and listen to what I have to say, okay?" She banged her fists on the table as she stood up and scowled at me.
"Calm down first and sit down. I'll give you ten minutes. Say what you want to say and leave," I folded my hands and leaned back in my chair.
I want to stab the pen in my hand into her eyeballs!
She sat back down and took a deep breath.
"Look. I know for a fact that you and Taehyung have been going out for some time now. I have my sources. Do you think you deserve him? He's a superstar celebrity. World famous. He lives the glam life. I bet you have no idea about it."
I silently looked at her with a straight face.
"What do you guys even have in common to talk about? Honestly, do you think Taehyung is with you because he has feelings for you? I bet you think so. But he's just being around since he needs you to maybe feel better? And probably use you for his sex cravings? Because he's hormonal as fuck. He just needs someone to cool down his erections. He'll leave you when he's done with you. When he feels bored with you, he won't even remember you anymore. Let that sink in!" Every word that Ah Ra spoke made my blood pressure increase exponentially.
I wanted to get up from my seat and choke her and slap her tight on the face left and right, but I was using all of my nerve cells to control myself and just sitt there listening to her vomiting rubbish.
"You're a nobody. Do you even realize that? You can never live with a celebrity like him. He's carved out for it, and for sure he cannot live a plain life like you. So how do you even think that you both belong together? Ha! It's ridiculous." She shook her head and flailed her arms in the air and then looked at me and said, "See... me and Tae? We belong together. We're both celebrities. We'll look amazing together. We share similar professions, and we will always have things to talk about in common. Can you even imagine yourself on the red carpet with him in the future? You look like a goddamned potato! But look at me! I'm gorgeous, right? Me and Taehyung are a thing. Don't you think so?" She arrogantly flipped her blonde hair and snapped her fingers in front of my face.
I sighed and turned my eyes away from her.
"Look at me now!" She demanded, and I reluctantly shifted my eyes to meet hers as she ranted on.
"He's super famous among the female fans, and when news about him dating gets out, most of his fans will get aggressive and abusive. They'll even try to attack you or maybe even mob you and send death threats. Do you think you can handle all of it and still be by his side? I bet you can't! Celebrities like us are used to being attacked and abused all the time, and we'll walk past all of that unharmed and stay strong till the end," she spoke almost as if she was ridiculing me, trying to make me feel small.
"Your ten minutes are almost done," I said, shuffling a little in my seat.
"Look, miss, I didn't come here to ask you or beg you to give Taehyung back to me. I will take him. I came to tell you that if you don't stop now, I will release all the proof that I have. That will be the end of his career and the end of you and you both too. Understand what I'm saying? Oh, and just in case you think I'm lying, here's the proof. Take a nice look!" She gave an evil smirk and pushed a set of photographs across the table.
My eyes widened in horror when I saw the photos. I was shocked to see pictures of me and Taehyung from almost every single place we had been to together. Right from the restaurants to parks to the movies and there were even pictures of him getting out of my house.
How did she even get all these?
Drops of sweat trickled down the side of my face, and I was panicking, trying hard not to show it out to Jung Ah Ra.
She got up from her seat and slapped down on the table as she leaned forward and spoke to me in an angry and bossy tone,
"So, give up on him now. Okay? Enough with your treatments too. He'll be okay on his own. I'm meeting him in a couple of hours, and I'm sure I'll get him back. You stay away from us and don't dare to get in the way. Am I clear?"
I looked up at her. She was beautiful but arrogant and full of ugly attitude. I hated her!
I wanted to strangle her. I wanted to yell at her face that Taehyung is not a commodity to be given and taken back and forth. I wanted to scream. But I just swallowed in disgust.
She continued talking,
"He might call you. Pick up and tell him that you want to end things between the two of you. Or else I'm going to go ahead and release these amazing photos. He's at the peak of his career, and I'm sure you don't want to be the reason that it ended, right? Think and decide, and, hey, don't you dare utter my name." Ah Ra warned me wagging her index finger in front of my face.
With that, she gathered the photos and her bag and put on her mask, swung her bag over her shoulder and cat-walked out of my room.
My head reeled. The entire room seemed to spin around me as my brain tried to process the catastrophe that just occurred. I held my head in my hands as my eyes clouded with tears. I really needed some fresh air. Calling up the floor manager, I told him not to send in anyone until I informed him.
Opening the glass window overlooking the Olympic stadium, I let the gentle breeze blow on my face.
What the hell just happened? My life was just starting to look hopeful, and I love Taehyung with all of me. He loves me more than I love my own self. We are so happy together, and now who is this Ah Ra? Why did she have to come back? Sure, Taehyung was attracted to her in the past, but that's all over now. Why does she not understand that?
Should I tell him everything that happened here today?
I closed my eyes that were now pouring out tears non-stop.
If I tell him now, he would completely lose it, and when he meets her, he would show his anger or declare that we are indeed dating and tell her to do what she can. And then she'll go ahead and ruin his career with those creepy photos!
Either that, or he would tell me that we should end it all and move on—I can't bring myself to even imagine Taehyung telling this to me.
I felt sick and annoyed and helpless.
Why did this have to happen to us? I have no clue if we have a future together, but we are surely living a great present together. But maybe it was meant to end someday? And maybe today is that day? What should I do now?
I was totally confused.
If I cut all ties with Taehyung, Ah Ra may or may not get her way through to him. But at least she will use her so-called 'sources' to know that I'm not with him. At least then she will not blackmail us with any of those pictures anymore. At least then his career will not be in danger anymore because of me.
What if she even planted spy cameras inside our houses? That will totally ruin Taehyung's entire life and all of the reputation he has hard earned for all these years.
I shuddered to even think of it.
My head hurt, and I felt utterly nauseous. It was all too much for me to handle. I left the window open and sat down stroking the arm rest of my chair—his chair.
This was where it all started. This chair that Taehyung sat on when we first met. Memories replayed in my mind and tears flowed down my cheeks, and my shoulders shook as I broke down. I cried bitter tears.
Taehyung is so precious to me. As much as I want to let him go, I also want to hold on tighter to him. I want us to be happy, and I want to live a simple and happy life with him, but why does it seem so hard to reach? Am I not meant to live a happy life? Was I born to suffer like this? I thought I was long done with hosting these pathetic pity parties.
My mind was so clouded, and I couldn't think clearly at all. I closed my eyes and meditated for a while, after which I felt much better.
The time was 1 pm already. I called up the floor manager and told him that he could send in the patients, if there were any. After meeting a couple of patients that day, my mind was not so disturbed anymore, but I felt totally exhausted. At the end of the day, I got out of work after swiping off for the day and walked mindlessly towards the entrance gate.
My personal phone rang. I pulled it out and saw it was Taehyung. Stopping dead in my tracks, I thought for a while.
Should I speak to him and end things? How do I explain this to him? Or should I just leave things as is?
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I feel so bad for my baby Amy.
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