The words he finally speaks | Part 2 | Finale
Three weeks.
That’s how long you’ve been gone. You stayed at a friend’s spare apartment—small, quiet, safe. You told her not to tell Kyungsoo where you were. She didn’t ask questions; she could see the ache in your eyes, the way your body tensed when your phone lit up with his name again and again.
You didn’t block him. You just… didn’t answer.
It hurt too much. Every missed call felt like another wound reopening.
Because part of you still loved him with a kind of loyalty that scared you. But love wasn’t enough when you were breaking. One night, there’s a knock. Not the gentle, rhythmic tapping of a neighbor. Not your friend’s quick little knocks. This one is heavier. Familiar.
Your heart drops. You know before you even open the door.
Kyungsoo stands there, breathing hard as if he ran, hair messy like he hasn’t slept, eyes rimmed red. You’ve never seen him look so… wrecked. He swallows when he sees you.
“Finally,” he whispers hoarsely. “You’re really here.”
You try to close the door out of instinct, out of fear, out of hurt—but his hand comes up, not forcefully, but pleadingly.
“Please… please don’t shut me out.”
You step back, letting him in. He looks around at the tiny living room—a couch, a lamp, a pile of your things on the floor.
“Is this where you’ve been?” he asks in a quiet voice. “Alone? All this time?”
You don’t answer.
You just wrap your arms around yourself. He turns to you slowly.
“Why did you leave?”
It’s the first time he’s asked out loud. And something in you cracks.
“Why?” You laugh bitterly. “You really don’t know?”
He flinches.
“Tell me,” he whispers. “Please. I need to hear it.”
Your voice shakes, but you force the words out because they’ve been sitting inside you like a burning stone.
“You didn’t want a baby with me.”
He opens his mouth, but you raise a hand to stop him.
“No. Listen.”
Tears blur your vision.
“Every time I brought it up, you got angry. Upset. You shut down completely. You made me feel like I was asking for something unforgivable.”
His face tightens with pain.
“That’s not—”
“And then you were always busy.” You choke on the words. “Always somewhere else. Always distracted. Coming home late. Ignoring me. Pulling away whenever I tried to get close.”
“So I thought… maybe… maybe there was someone else.”
His eyes snap up–shocked, almost offended– but mostly heartbroken.
“You think I cheated?” His voice cracks. “You think I’d do that to you?”
“I don’t know!” Your voice rises in a way it never has before.
“I didn’t want to think that, Kyungsoo. I didn’t want to believe anything bad. I tried to understand your work. I know you’re busy. I know you’re stressed. I know you have expectations and pressure and a career—”
You cover your face, shoulders shaking.
“—but you stopped letting me in. You stopped talking to me. You made me feel like I wasn’t part of your life anymore. Like I was in the way.”
Kyungsoo closes the distance between you in two steps.
He gently takes your wrists, pulling your hands away from your face so he can see you. His own eyes are wet.
“There is no one else,” he says firmly, voice trembling. “There has never been anyone else. There will never be anyone else.”
You let out a choked breath.
“Then why did you act like you hated the idea of a family with me?”
This is when he breaks.
He drops his forehead to yours, breathing shakily.
“Because I’m scared.”
You blink, stunned.
“Scared of what?”
He squeezes your hands like he’s afraid you’ll disappear again.
“Scared I won’t be a good father. Scared I won’t be home enough. Scared I’ll mess everything up. Scared you’ll be alone raising a child while I’m filming or touring or doing interviews.”
His voice cracks completely.
“I didn’t want to bring a baby into the world if I couldn’t be there. If I couldn’t be the father they deserve. And instead of telling you that… I got defensive. I pushed you away. I made you think I didn’t want a family with you.” He shakes his head, tears falling. “But I do. I really do. I just didn’t know how to say I was terrified.”
Your anger softens into something fragile. Something aching.
“You could’ve told me,” you whisper.
“I know.”
He pulls you into his chest, holding you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.
“I know. And I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
You cry into his shirt, years of hurt spilling out.
“You hurt me,” you breathe. He presses a trembling kiss to your forehead.
“I hurt myself too. Every day you were gone was hell.”
You pull back just enough to look at him.
“So what now, Kyungsoo?”
He cups your cheeks gently, carefully, like you’re something precious.
“Now?” He takes a shaky breath. “Now I take you home. If you’ll come.”
You stare at him—at the sincerity, the fear, the love written all over his face.
“And about the baby?” you ask softly.
He swallows hard but doesn’t look away.
“I want one.”
His voice is steady.
“I want a family with you. Not because you asked. But because I realized losing you was the worst pain I’ve ever felt, and I never want a future that doesn’t have you—and our children—in it.”
Your heart twists. You don’t answer with words.
You step into him. Wrap your arms around his waist. Feel his arms tighten instantly around you. He buries his face in your hair, letting out a shaky exhale of relief, whispering:
“Please come home. We’ll figure everything out. Together this time.”
You nod against his chest.
“I never wanted to leave,” you whisper. “I just wanted you to fight for me.” His voice breaks.
“I’m fighting now. And I’m never stopping.”
And this time…you walk out the door with him. Not away. But home.













