I declined having lunch with her. I hate myself. I don't know why I declined that stupid offer she did. I fucked up. And now I'm painfully watching my lovely wife, left. She begged, begged, begged and begged. My head is still on Y/N's fake mom. She keeps asking for money. I don't want her to be in jail. Y/N will be very very sad. I don't want her to suffer more. Knowing that Y/N is recovering successfully. So back to being an asshole for forgetting how to treat my wife in a good way. I hate myself.

You're now sitting on the restaurant, across your seat. Smiling as he ate his food. You found him a little cute but not as cute as Taehyung's smile.

I felt a little bit upset because of Taehyung, he declined having a lunch with me, good thing Jimin came and asked me to have lunch with him. I didn't regret any tho, he's a funny one to be with. Were just laughing while eating and that made the scene special. Specially Jimin is cute whenever he smile.

"Y/N-ah please don't tell Taehyung we had lunch together." Jimin said breaking the 3 seconds silence between us. His statement made my facial expression turn into a confused one.

"Why?" I asked simply.

"I can feel he's jelly, back to your house." Jimin laughed. He's JEALOUS? what the heck, Taehyung? jealous? for- hahahhahahahahahaha. NEVER.

"What do you think?" He asked again as he looked at your emotionless form.

"I guess no--"

♡♡♡

She's with JIMIN?! what the--

"Where did you saw her?" I asked my secretary as she said she saw MY WIFE with a guy. Which she said is familiar cause she thought that's my friend. AND WHO WOULD BE THAT? its technically HIM. I hate him. I called Y/N as soon as my secretary left.

You're cut off by your phone. Its ringing.

"Taehyung" You thought internally as you looked at your phone.

"I'll just get this." You smiled to Jimin as you get inside the restroom of the restaurant.

"Hell--"

"WHERE ARE YOU?!" You heard your husband screaming with his huge voice on the other line. Feeling nervous, remembering what Jimin told you while ago.

"Eating my lunch." You said chilled.

"With who?!" He said irritated.

"With n-nobody." You said. He sighed. You could hear that sigh.

"Do he know?"

"She's lying to me"

You laughed. "Why did you call? missed me?" You smiled.

He ended the call. You cursed underneath your breath.

"He's such a rude husband" You sighed. Sitting again with Jimin. He asked who called, you told him that 'its personal' so he just nodded. You're so offended by his action. And you just thought that you need to get used to him being rude, asshole maybe. You felt offended to the point that you admit it, you love him. Maybe? You hated everything that happened and you don't know why, maybe because you really loved him. Don't ya?

"I admit it, I love him, and now i don't if he loves me too.. I hate this feeling curse this fee-" Your thoughts are being interrupted by Jimin.

"Are you okay?" You looked at him. You smiled before telling him, "I'm okay."

He then nodded and asked you to come out, he told you he's going to be late if you both will take too long.

♥♥♥

Arriving at the building, you hugged him goodbye and not so soon he left. You smiled to the thought of you having a nice friend like him. Entering inside, Baekhyun saw you.

"Hey! Y/N!!" He shouted making you turn to look back to him. You again smiled.

"Baek! just finished your lunch?"

"Yea, you?"

"Same."

"I see, is that man, your boyfriend?"

"Ah, no, he's just a friend. Actually he is Taehyung's friend, it turns out I became his friend too."

"I'm not surprised, you're friendly "

"You think so?"

"Yea, now lets go?" You nodded and walk with him. To your shock Taehyung is inside the elevator.

"Ta--" He cut you.

"Who's this guy?" Taehyung pointed at Baekhyun. Not so soon Baekhyun realized, he noticed, that Taehyung is the boss so he lowered his head for respect.

"I'm Byu--"

"I'm not talking to you Mister, I'm talking to MY WIFE." He said making Baekhyun's eyes widen in shock.

"Tae, he's just a frien--" You tried to explain.

"Explain it inside my office, and you, Mister, do your job and leave us." Taehyung said commanding Baekhyun to leave you both. You felt some nervousness inside you. He told him that you're his wife, you can't help but to squeal inside your head as he said the words. Soon the elevator opened revealing your and Baekhyun's floor. You're about to step out with Baekhyun but Taehyung stopped you.

"Y/N." With that you stayed inside, letting Baekhyun go alone.

You both arrived inside his wide office, where you plead him to eat with you while ago.

"What now?" You asked as you looked at him sitting on his huge ass chair.

"Who are you with moment ago." He said looking straight to your eyes.

You gulped. "He's a friend, Baekhyun." you said.

"I'll fire him soon." He muttered making your eyes go wide.

"Why? don't do that."

"Why are you so affected??"

"Because I'm concerned."

"Concerned? because you like that guy??"

"No, what are you thinking??"

"And what makes you lie about you having an ass date with Jimin hyung?!" He shouted even more.

"NO this cant be, he knew?? How?"

You gulped thinking for an excuse.

"T-Taehyung calm down, and its not an ass dat--" He cut you.

"It is an ass date Y/N! you and him eating on a same table! laughing! it was a freaking dat--"

"Taehyung I'm not dating him!" You shouted back, making him glare at you.

"Leave!"

"Taehyung.."

"I said leave!"

And with that you left the room and headed to your floor where you're working along with Baekhyun.

"You okay?" Baekhyun asked as you sat beside him.

"Of course, why not." You forced a smile. Pretending you aren't really depressed by what happened back to Taehyung's office. You smelled some jealousy by his actions. OR you're just assuming something to him. You admitted it to yourself that you love that stupid, cold, asshole, Kim Taehyung.

"Y/N, I'm not stupid, you know." he laughed. "The shouts are heard down here, you fought?" He continued.

"Obviously." You smiled weakly. You tried your best to act in front of him, you don't want to talk about your feelings for that asshole.

"I see, you look so haggard."

"I do?" you asked him, touching your eyes ready to give birth for some tears, your dried lips wanting enough water everyday, your skin earning wrinkles day by day. Your life is killing you.

"Yes, you looked so tired that you looked like my grandma."