To Find Something True

Special Chapter

Author's note:
I was supposed to upload this for the new year. But I had a terrible slump.
Tho, i missed this fanfic so much. So here I go 🥹

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Jung Hoseok's (third limited) POV

The night's silence buzzed in the atmosphere. The warm, creamy, and sweet scent of hot milk on the low coffee table filled the air. The lights from the corner of the living room and beside the sofa were the only things that lit the room. The real sunshine was upstairs, snoring. Hoseok's buttocks sunk into the sofa with his legs crossed, and a blank mind mercilessly explored thousands of memories and worries.

The time finally ticked at 3 a.m., marking it an hour and a half since he woke up. Insomniac nights were nothing new, less frustrating, yet the distasteful feeling of a lack of sleep still lingered. He always tried not to show it during work. No doubt, his boutique had too many fools to see it.

"Hoseok?" That familiar soothing, beautiful voice snapped him out of his mind. He whipped his head toward the woman stepping down the narrow staircase. The lines on her reddened cheeks proved she had a good sleep after a long, tiring flight.

Worried, Hoseok asked, "Did I wake you?"

"No," Jiah said, shaking her head. "Why aren't you sleeping?"

Inhaling a deep sigh with a bitter smile, he breathed, "Can't sleep."

"Oh," Jiah whispered, looking still in a daze – Hoseok almost laughed at that. Shaking her head, she then turned her direction to a room, saying, "I need to use the toilet."

Hoseok only nodded his head.

As the sound of flushing broke the silence a few minutes later, the door shutting and clicking came next. Jiah's feet ruffling against the mat had him turning his head to see her approaching him. The sofa creaked as she landed her thighs on it; she plopped beside Hoseok, leaning on her side on the sofa. Noticing the white mug, she lifted her body a little as she lengthened her neck. Then, she returned leaning on the sofa with her elbow on the backrest and palm propping her head.

Lightly smiling, she uttered, "milk!"

"Yeah," Hoseok said, nodding at her. "Do you want me to make you one?"

"No, thank you," Jiah answered. She stared at him for a few seconds before breaking it with a drawl, "Why aren't you sleeping?"

In the same tone, Hoseok answered, "I can't sleep."

"Why is that?"

Hoseok shrugged with a flat-lipped smile. "No reason."

Jiah squinted her eyes, looking at him sideways and pursing her lips to a thin line. "You're lying," she said.

"I'm saying the truth," Hoseok said.

"I don't think we've ever talked about this," Jiah said, pausing after. "No secrets in our relationship."