YOO-MI’s POV
We need to talk.
The words of Jeonghan echoed through my mind as an icy shiver trickled down my spine.
He heard. Jeonghan heard the voicemail Josh left for me. The voicemail I never should have listened to.
I deleted it. I deleted it so he wouldn’t worry, wouldn’t question me, wouldn’t doubt what we have.
Whatever was going on with me and Josh was over. For good.
Jeonghan was standing in the doorway wearing a pair of light blue boxers, with two cups in hand, his face was fallen and frozen.
I reached for my cup of chocolate from his hand and put it on the table. I swallowed nervously as I clutched the sheet to my chest. I felt my lower lip quivered, shook and trembled. Tears filled my eyes as we stared at each other for a long moment.
I don’t want to do this again. I don’t want to feel like I have to prove myself. Prove that I love him more. That I’d choose him over and over again even if I had a million other choices.
“It’s not what you think,” I said quietly.