I Can't Quit You | 2YEON

Chapter 4

Jeongyeon hadn't realized how far out she'd driven until she took the drive back. Nine hours. Nine goddamn hours. Jeongyeon obviously hadn't been in the state of mind to even realize how far she was driving. To be fair, her entire soul had felt like it was crumbling from the inside. But as she drove back, there was a curious sense of... nothing. No anger, no anticipation. Jeongyeon knew what she needed to do, what needed to happen. If this didn't work, then those divorce papers she had hidden at work only needed her signature. She didn't even feel scared about it anymore, or hurt. It was just a fact of life.

If they couldn't sort their differences out, then
they were definitely better off ending things and finding other people-though, Jeongyeon wasn't certain if she would ever be interested in a relationship again. Sex, sure. That was something she knew she couldn't really live without-masturbation was a thing, but a boring thing when the need really hit-and she was still confident in her ability to seduce women. It had been so, so long since she'd thought of that. God, she felt ancient, and she was only thirty-one. Nayeon had taken all her good years. They had been good years, though. Really good.

"Give me a call if you feel like eleven years are
worth something." Jeongyeon frowned. Jennie had seemed very peculiar. Like probably was a huge creeper. But there had been a definite intelligent look in her eyes, a deep understanding that made Jeongyeon pause from dismissing her as a crazy lady. It was thanks to that, that Jeongyeon had decided to pack up, shove her shit in her car and buckle in for the ride back.

Jeongyeon's city blurred by her before too long. She gripped the steering wheel so tightly that her fingers went white. The closer she got to their house, the more her stomach clenched tight with nerves. Before she knew it she was taking the wrong turn and driving away, towards Jihyo and Dahyun instead of Jennie. She didn't stop to question herself, just focused on her destination, on the steady, continuous thump of her heartbeat.

When she arrived by Jihyo's flat, she was unnervingly calm. She cut the engine and sat in the driveway for a moment, then climbed out and headed up to Jihyo's door to knock three times. At first there was nothing. No one answered, there was no noise beyond. Jeongyeon knocked again, harder and with more urgency. It was almost nine in the evening, there was no way Jihyo wasn't home.

Unless she and Dahyun had decided to go out for dinner, or something. They could have been anywhere for all Jeongyeon knew. Where did that leave her? To go back home? She wasn't ready to see Nayeon again, not until she was utterly sure that this was the right step to take. She needed her friends. What if Jihyo doesn't come home tonight? Where do I go?

She pulled her phone out and tapped on Jihyo's contact. Suddenly the door swung open, revealing Jihyo's form and uncharacteristic scowl. Her expression brightened immediately when Jeongyeon lifted her head.

"Jeongyeon?"

Jeongyeon lifted a brow. Jihyo was wearing a gown-a thin one-and appeared to be nude
otherwise. Her hair was pretty messy, too, and
her eyes were a little too bright. Shame and
embarrassment filled Jeongyeon and she had to resist the urge to turn and rush back to her car.

"Fuck, I interrupted didn't I?"

Jihyo blushed slightly and ran a hand through her tousled hair. "It's alright, don't worry about it. I'm glad you're back. Would you like to come in? Does Nayeon know you're back?"

Jihyo moved aside and Jeongyeon entered with a small smile. As much as she felt like a jackass for invading like this, she was desperate to speak to someone about her thoughts and have someone validate what she was feeling. Dahyun appeared in the hallway, looking just as disgruntled, but she grinned brightly when she noticed Jeongyeon.

"My bestfriend!" she laughed, flying into
Jeongyeon's arms for a tight hug. Jeongyeon sighed and held her just as tightly, until Jihyo
grinning.

"What? I missed seeing my bestfriend." She winked and patted Jeongyeon's cheek. The pat turned into a harsh pinch, and Dahyun's face darkened. "Now you, missy, have some explaining to do. Do you have any idea how Nayeon has felt since you just up and left?"

Jeongyeon slapped her hand away. "I don't, that's the point." Dahyun tsked and crossed her arms over her chest. "Go. You and Jihyo clearly have some talking to do. I'm going to take a bath and calm my hormones, since you interrupted when it was getting good." Her eyes flicked over to Jihyo, who was looking everywhere else but at them. She kissed her
lightly underneath the jaw and then swaggered down the hallway to their bedroom. Jeongyeon and Jihyo both watched her go.

"I don't understand how she goes from sister to mother so quick with you," Jihyo murmured.

"It's so hot."

Jeongyeon rolled her eyes. "Gross."

"Oh, come on. We're both adults."

"It still gross."

Jeongyeon followed Jihyo into the kitchen where she flicked the kettle on and compiled two mugs of coffee.

"So, start at the beginning. What happened?"

Jeongyeon hopped up on the counter and stared up at the ceiling. "I don't love her anymore," she said plainly.

Jihyo dropped her spoon. She swore softly and bent to pick it up. "I didn't..." Her cheeks flushed and she cleared her throat. "But the two of you were so in love."

Jeongyeon clasped her hands together, studying the lines of the bones at her wrists. "That's just it. We were in love. Really in love. But now? It's like I feel nothing for her. We had a big fight. It was something stupid, like usual. And I just couldn't do it anymore. I get home to an empty bed and wake up to an empty bed, and when she is there it's like she doesn't even care. We haven't had sex in a year, Jih. The thought of touching her does nothing for me now. I... I went to a divorce attorney."

Jihyo quietly poured hot water into the mugs, and continued her silence as she stirred some milk in. She handed a mug over to Jeongyeon and then turned to lean against the counter beside her.

"That's really sad," she finally whispered. "We all thought the two of you would be forever. The way you loved each other... There was a time when I envied it badly. I wanted what you had, so badly." She swallowed and sighed. "I do have it now. I love Dahyun more than anything. I want to marry her, and I know I definitely want to spend the rest of my life with her."

Jeongyeon hated hearing this. Just being reminded of how strong her feelings for Nayeon had been made her stomach roll. She set her half-finished coffee aside and pulled Jennie's card out from her pocket. "I'm considering marriage counselling," she admitted. "When I was away, I met this weird woman. But she said some things that really made me think. I've been with Nayeon for eleven years, and I'm not sure of the solution is to just throw those years away."

Jihyo took both of their mugs to the sink to wash them. "I'm glad you're thinking about working on the problem, instead of giving up. What you and Nayeon had is something people look for all their lives, and not many actually find it. I think you can definitely get that back." Jihyo gave her a small, hopeful smile. "If the two of you can't work things out, then I fear my faith in love with be destroyed."

Jeongyeon rolled her eyes but hopped off the counter to step into Jihyo's arms. No matter the severity of her negative emotions, Jihyo always knew what to say or do to make her feel just a little bit better. "You really think this can work? That we can get back to what we were?"Jihyo gently rubbed a hand along her back, soothing all of her worries. "If anyone can, it's the two of you. Give it a try. You can either save your marriage or realize that it's not worth saving. For your sake, I hope the former."

Jeongyeon closed her eyes and relished in Jihyo's warmth. It had been so long since she'd felt physical contact from another human being.

"Yeah," she said brokenly. "Me too."