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Three years.

They were in love once, but it has been three years.

Sure, Jimin got everything in her hand. She was literally the third generation of the second richest company in the whole country — NTYU, and she was married to one of the most calibre lawyers entrusted by the whole nation. But, for Jimin and Minjeong, it is all a rocky path left for them.

Their first year as a married couple sure was a genuine happiness — kisses every morning, hugs before going to work, make out twice a week. It was all good back then. Their second year is spent with a piece of good news at first — Jimin's pregnancy news from their successful insemination rocks their life they somehow start to stumble once again. But, it all changed since her miscarriage.

Everything that was once strongly one, now all been divided. Everything became two. Two bedrooms, two beds, and two different hearts.

Their hearts ain't one anymore.

They might pretend to be the perfect couple in front of everyone's eyes, but when is it only them to present on one another, all left was just silence, misunderstanding, fights, and even no talking at all.

While Jimin was born with a golden spoon, a lawyer from a normal family background like Minjeong was utterly pressured. With the Yu's high demand on almost everything, in addition to how she fell out of love with her wife, Minjeong had enough of this. She wanted to back out from this hectic family all at once.

Gladly, she had a friend to back her up.

"You really want to file a divorce with your wife, Minjeong?" Ningning asked while spinning her pen between her fingers. The Chinese is unsure, whether this friend of hers really meant to do so. Of course, she had witnessed Minjeong yapping about Jimin — Jimin this — Jimin that — most of their time at the office, but Ningning never knew if Minjeong was dead sure about the decision.

The latter sighed, pinching her nose bridge. "Come on, Ning. Her family was difficult to deal with, you know about it. Even Jimin became baffled, like— she changed completely. She did not love me, and well, I am not too."

"Are you sure about this?" Ningning asked once more. The form is in her hand and all she needs to do is to fill them up before asking Minjeong and Jimin to sign them.

"I am so sure, Ning. You don't need to ask me twice."

Ningning wasn't yet sure about this whole thing. "Are you sure, Minjeong? You won't regret this? What if she finds out you trying to divorce her?"

"She would agree, for sure!" Minjeong yapped once more, hands in the air to let out her frustration. "Did you see how she treated me like a freaking nobody? I bet she would be happy divorcing me, that is for sure."

Sighed in defeat, Ningning had no choice but to fill up the form as the divorce lawyer in charge for the request. After she did, Minjeong didn't hesitate to rush towards the Chinese table and put her sign onto the paper. All left in the blank was for Jimin.

"Great. I couldn't wait to be free from her and her family!"

"I'm still unsure whether this is your only solution to everything, my friend," Ningning brows frowns. One hand was busy putting the paper into an empty envelope for Minjeong to bring back home, probably asking her wife to sign it as soon as possible. "She might be really angry if she finds out about this."

Minjeong just snorted once at the Chinese, stomping her feet like an angry kid, unsatisfied with her needs. Ningning had handed the envelope towards Minjeong, and when Minjeong took it with a satisfied smile, she assured her friend even more.

"Don't worry, Ning. She would love to divorce me too, that is for sure."

*****

Well, Minjeong isn't sure anymore at this point.

To be honest, despite how Minjeong tried putting up her pride so hard in front of Ningning, badmouthing Jimin every second she got with the idea of divorcing the older woman was on her mind every time, it changed almost instantly every time she was put face to face with her wife.

Minjeong would be the weakest, cowardly loser in front of Jimin.

"W-why are you calling me?" is all she could say the moment she stepped her feet inside her wife's bedroom. Jimin was on her working chair, brows furrowing deep, eyes boring into her MacBook in focus. No smile or soft expression was present. "I had to tell you something."

"Well, great then. I had to tell you something as well," Minjeong's voice came out low, nervous between her every breath. "But you can tell yours first."

Jimin pulled off her eyes from the screen, still with lightly furrowing brows. She held her arms together in front of her chest, and a heavy sigh and cold, flat voice followed right after. "I've been told today that I only had three months left to live."

Minjeong eyes blinks in confusion. Her trembling fingers start to loosen from Jimin's sudden confession. "Who told you so?" her nervous expression softens, just from being utterly confused.

"I visited the doctor this evening," Jimin's voice is still flat, unbothered. She got up from her chair before taking a slow step, detouring her office table and stopping right in front of Minjeong's confused figure. "He said I had brain cancer. Stage three, almost four."

Minjeong was shocked. "R-really?" she stuttered. The thoughts of divorcing Jimin are still in the back of her head. She was just about to tell her wife that she planned to divorce the older woman, but seems like the gods are trying to help her to make things easier.

"Why did you sound like you are not shocked about it?" Jimin argued with her usual flat, unbothered voice. Minjeong needs to take a few step backwards when Jimin get closer and closer to her with an angry expression. "Are you not worried about what could happen to me in three months?"

"I am—" Minjeong needed to pause her words, too nervous at this point. The words she wanted to say couldn't escape from her trembling lips. "I cared, Jimin. I cared" is all Minjeong could say.

Unsatisfied, Jimin just rolled her eyes as she took one step away from the younger woman. "I am just telling you because I think... you need to know about it. You are my wife, after all. So, in case something happened to me, at least I got someone aware of my situation." Jimin sighed lightly before she walked back to her office table, leaning on the edge with her hands supporting her weight on them. "So, what are you going to tell me?"

"M-me?"

"Yeah. Didn't you say just now that you have something to tell me too?" Jimin glared, but Minjeong still puzzling with her words. The thought of divorcing Jimin was thrown away by the sudden news from her wife, so she needed to form a new idea to make an excuse.

What should she tell her right now? What words are suitable?

"I w-want to say..." Minjeong paused her words again, glancing once at Jimin's eyes but ended up getting a glare instead. God, her wife won't let her go if she did not say anything. "I just want to say that Ningning said hi to you?"

Damn it, Kim Minjeong. You stupid.

"Just that?" Jimin scoffed as she looked away in disbelief. "It wasn't even important. I don't even know what your friend looks like, I only knew her name. Are you kidding me?"

"W-well... that is the truth. She said hi," Minjeong grinned awkwardly as she put her hands behind her back, shuffling between fingers in anxious motions. Do not get caught. Do not get caught! "Won't you say hi back to her?"

Jimin pinched her nose bridge, eyes closing between her scoffs. You are unbelievable, Kim Minjeong. "Well then. Say my hi back to her. Now, leave my room. I want to be alone."

"Wait," it was Minjeong who stopped her wife this time. Jimin curiously glanced up towards the younger woman with a slightly angry expression. "What?"

Minjeong didn't say anything, not even smiling. She just walked back closer to her wife, awkwardly circling her arms around the older woman's neck, pulling her into a gentle hug. "Everything's going to be fine. I will support you, Jimin."

Jimin did not answer back, and she didn't return the hug as well. All Minjeong could hear was her wife sighing lightly, her head placed gently onto Minjeong's shoulder. It had been a while since the two hadn't become civil to one another, but this time, Minjeong thought it might be one of the most genuine voices that came out from Jimin's mouth after a year.

"Thank you, Minjeong..."

Minjeong's heart softened at Jimin's low voice, and maybe she would give up her plan to divorce her wife for a while.

"I will be there when you need me."

She can stay for Jimin, just a little longer.