𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒 | 𝐊- 𝐏𝐎𝐏

𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗍𝗒 𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍

Chapter 4

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Hoseok feels like he’s constantly fucking up. He’s never gotten so many things wrong with a woman in the way he has with you. Everytime he thinks he has you figured out, you seem to show him a new perspective of yourself and he ends up back at square one. He doesn’t know if anyone’s disliked him as much as you disliked him and it makes him question things. A lot of things. And the one person he wanted to talk to it about… he couldn’t.

“It's okay you know,” Roa says softly, “if you want to tell me.”

“Hmm?” He asks, being pulled from his thoughts.

“___.” She explains with a smile before handing him a beer. They’re at the playground the two of them had spent a majority of their time at as kids. He needed to get out and she could recognize as much, “You have that look on your face like something’s eating at you. And based off of what happened back there I think it’s safe to say it has to do with her.”

“We didn’t come here to talk about ___, or even me.” Hoseok says softly and he tries for a smile but it falls flat.

Roa’s quiet for a moment, looking out across the playground. This entire thing had felt so right in the heat of the moment. Telling Jung Hoseok off seemed like the release she needed, like something that could salve the wound in her chest but in this very moment she realizes she couldn’t have been more wrong. When she walked in on the two of you arguing, at least she thinks that’s what was happening, you both looked so hurt. For the first time since she’s seen you together, you looked … you looked like an actual married couple.

“Hoseok, I don’t think there’s a way around us talking about ___ today. Or ever.” She smiles, “So I think, if you need to and it’s what you want, then don’t consider my feelings right now. Think about yours. Treat me like your best friend again.”

“Roa….” Hoseok begins and she shakes her head at him, tucking her legs beneath her on the bench. Somewhere along the way she’d pulled an ice cream cone out of the plastic bag on her arm. Hoseok couldn’t resist the smile that tugs at his lips as he watches her.

Everything seemed so easy to her. It wasn’t as though she wasn’t hurting—he’s known her long enough that he knows that’s not true. But she’s been handling it a lot better than he has that’s for sure. Then again, she’s always been one to never show others when she was hurt, even if she did have no problem telling Hoseok. It was just one more difference between the two of you. Roa knew when to talk and when to hold her cards to her chest but with you….

Hoseok shakes his head at the thought. It wasn’t fair to keep comparing you, even if it was his first instinct.

When she hands him his favorite popsicle he finally lets his posture relax. Hoseok pulls the hand from his pocket out to accept it and a small laugh slips out.

“Remember when we were in college and we had the bright idea to patent beer popsicles.” He grins, pulling his apart.

“Yeah, we had a lot of bright ideas in college.” She snorts and then cringes when he takes a literal bite of his ice cream, “Jung Hoseok.”

“Mind your own business, Kim Roa.” He sing songs before taking another bite. She makes a disgusted face before licking at hers—Hoseok makes a conscious effort not to watch the way her mouth worked it. He laughs and attempts to lighten the mood, “We came up with a business pitch and everything.”

“Your dad was nice enough to humor us with his financial advisor.” Roa remembers with a smile.

“Mr. Choi probably regretted taking the job on then,” Hoseok snickers, “How fun it must’ve been to have to entertain your boss's teenage son and his friends' business ideas. He probably hated us.”