In the name of that man

Ep_2 In the name of that man

Author: sjnarwhal

 

 

I held my breath as I listened to him. Hospital? Is this guy really going to stand before us again now?

"You're coming here now to tell us what to do?"

 

I glared at Jimin with a cold gaze. He'd long since learned to hide his emotions from me, but I knew. By the time he said something like that, he'd already made up his mind.

 

Jimin stared at me silently, his eyes seeming to want to say something. But no matter what he said, I wouldn't accept it.

"There's a bruise on the child's arm. It could just be a simple bruise, but just in case."

 

 

 

 

He spoke calmly, yet his gaze never left mine for a single moment.

"I'll take care of it. You don't need to worry about our child."

 

"Our child," Jimin repeated softly. He could sense the emotion buried in his words. "Do you really think that?"

 

I didn't answer. I just pointed toward the door and said again.

 

 

"Go now."

But Jimin didn't move. Instead, he took a step closer. His scent, drawing closer, took my breath away. A familiar scent, yet one that had long since ceased to be mine.

 

 

"My lady."

That voice called my name again. It was so gentle, yet at the same time, it felt like pushing me over the edge.

I took another deep breath. I couldn't let it fall apart.

 

 

 

 

"We're done. It's been two years since we divorced. We've been doing well during that time. So don't do this anymore."

 

"You lived well?"

 

A faint smile crossed Jimin's face, but his eyes weren't smiling.

"Then why do you still have a ring mark on your left hand?"

 

 

I instinctively covered my hand. But it was too late. He had seen it.

"You left first."

 

 

My soft words dissipated into the air.

Jimin's expression froze for a moment. His chest rose and fell quietly as he took a deep breath.

"Yes, I left. But you know, it wasn't just me leaving."

 

 

I looked straight at him. Only then did I realize that my hands were shaking without me realizing it.

Jimin paused for a moment, then spoke in a low, calm voice.

 

"Tomorrow at 10 a.m. See you at the hospital."

And then he turned around without saying anything else.

 

 

I watched him walk away, clutching the cold doorknob tightly.

Why now?

Why did you appear in front of me again, Park Jimin?

 

 

 

 

The next day, in front of the hospital.

 

 

I stood at the hospital entrance, holding the child's hand tightly. Jimin was already there. He was wearing a black coat, holding a coffee in one hand, and as soon as he saw me, he quietly approached me.

 

 

 

"You're here."

I nodded silently. The child, seemingly delighted, ran towards Jimin and took his hand. Watching him, I couldn't help but feel a complex mixture of emotions.

 

 

Upon entering the examination room, the doctor performed a simple examination. Fortunately, there were no major problems. However, after the examination, Jimin said something unexpected.

 

 

"Lady, let's talk."

I was confused. Where the child was?

 

 

"What are you trying to say?"

"That night, about the reason I left."

 

 

For a moment, my mind went blank.

 

 

That night. Two years ago, the very night everything fell apart.

 

 

 

I bit my lip quietly. Was I really ready to tell that story now?

Jimin hesitated for a moment, then opened his mouth again.

"There's something you didn't know. That day, I..."

 

 

 

His voice was cracked. It was as if there was a greater secret, a hidden story.

I glared at him, my hands clenched.

 

 

"I don't want to hear any more."

But Jimin just stared at me and said.

 

 

"Still, you have to hear it. The reason why you came to hate me so much, the real reason why I left that day."

 

 

At that moment, the phone rang in the hospital hallway. I picked it up with a nervous look.

 

 

And the moment I saw the name on the screen, my heart sank.