DAY 7

SCENE XIII — HELLO HONEY, I'M BACK

"i'm so sorry, jiho"

eyes fluttering open, jeongguk found himself beside jiho on the king sized bed as he instantly realized how he had slept with her for the rest of the night – peacefully and no nightmares.

he didn't have nightmares – that's really wierd.

arms draped on jiho's small figure, the man felt warmth erupt in his heart. the moment his gaze became locked with the innocent sleeping woman, he was lost in her beauty.

jeongguk felt like jiho perfectly fit in the missing gaps of his body.

eyes fixated on the woman who was sound asleep, jiho was tightly gripping the fabric on jeongguk's shirt as soft sighs escaped on her swollen lips. beautiful.

ethereal. jeongguk found himself speaking inside his mind as he continued to study jiho's innocent state. long eyelashes tickling her skin, her slightly opened lips were such an adorable sight to jeongguk's eyes, seeing her that way made his insides tingle. unknowingly reaching out, jeongguk's hand carefully tucked a single hair strand that slipped. so beautiful.

eyes trailing on jiho's lips, a certain image flicked his head back to reality — i've kissed her. i've kissed her last night, what — what am i doing? what was i thinking?

her lips were so soft, softer than anything. hand trailing on his own lips, he felt a sudden surge of conflicting feelings as the image of him kissing jiho kept replaying inside his mind. it's wrong, this is wrong. i'm about to divorce her, i'm done with jiho. i'm just confused. just confused? yes. like what lilia said, i'm just confused, i'm just guilty of asking a divorce, yes, i—i love lilia.

i love lilia, right?

right?

right? the single question kept on replaying inside his mind. jeongguk kept telling himself, forcing his thoughts to believe what he thinks is right. think! lilia, lilia is the person you love, right? like an unsolvable math problem, he kept questioning himself only to found no words to answer himself.

right?

thoughts in a disarray, suddenly feeling the slight movement of jiho, his bubble of thoughts popped as the woman moved closer to him and that was it – that was all it took to make him even more conflicted. eyes fixating on jiho's sleeping face, at that moment, he felt so, so, so lost. I–jiho—

eyebrows scrunching in jiho's sleep, he figured that she was having a nightmare. "—tae . . hyung"

eyes widening, the moment those words slipped on her small lips through her sleep, jeongguk felt his heart ripping into two. what? wh—who? my ears must be just fooling me.

"tae, d—don't leave me, please" stating those words with longingness, jeongguk's eyes immediately got glossy as an uncontrolled sob escaped his lips. jeongguk's eyes suddenly pooled with tears. why?

he didn't and couldn't understand why it felt so agonizingly painful to hear those words as it made it hard to breathe. why, why does it hurt so much?

"—l—like what jeon—gguk did" crack. the final blow, at the mention of those words, jeongguk couldn't help himself anymore. silently and carefully pulling away from jiho, the man abruptly marched his way to the bathroom, turning on the shower as he tamed the way his eyes pooled, heartbreaking sobs escaping and chest constricting with unbearable, foreign pain

"i'm so sorry, jiho"

eyes fluttering open, jiho found herself lying on the bed as she heard the water in the shower in the run.

eyes swollen and feeling nostalgic, the memory of yesterday's events played like a bomb on her mind. heart dropping on the floor and hand immediately cupping her lips, a single memory made her curse.

the kiss.

eyes widening and guilt rushing through her veins, she remembered having her lips dance with taehyung. what—what have i done?!

i—i let taehyung kiss me! oh honey, if only you knew.

heart into turmoil, jiho's heartbeat accelerated as she felt panic run through her system. eyes trailing on her surroundings, relief ran through her head the moment she realized she was at home but once her eyes caught sight of what she was wearing — an oversized white dress shirt, she couldn't help but feel immensely guilty.

no, no, no, no. this can't be happening, this — who– who changed my clothes? who dressed me? no—

—is it taehyung? cupping her face and sighing a long streak of breath, she was beyond conflicted. what am i going to do? what – why did i let him? how can i face him tomorrow?

cursing under her breath, jiho's thoughts were popped into thin bubbles the moment her phone vibrated through the bedside table.

opening her phone, the moment her eyes saw the contact number and the message it contained, she immediately threw her phone as her lips let out screeching scream that could almost be heard downstairs.

no, it can't be. jiho thought as her body started to shake in fright. legs moving away from the phone on the floor, she fell on hard on the hard surface, too.

no, no, no, no. like a mantra, she uttered the words as she shake her head side to side in disbelief.

shakily cupping her face, jiho's tears fell on their own. no, he can't be back. he can't be back—

the door of the bathroom immediately opened, "what—what happened?! jiho, what happen—" jeongguk's alramed voice could be heard in the room as he had suddenly came out of the bathroom, only wearing a towel on his lower area. the man's voice was loud but it couldn't shake of jiho's fright.

he's back, he's back. what am i going to do?

"jiho?" eyes catching sight of jiho's trembling curled up form on the floor, jeongguk couldn't help his heart getting clouded with worry. reaching out to touch jiho's cold and pale skin, jeongguk wasn't prepared to have jiho attack her with a desperate hug.

"jiho— jiho, what—"

"he's back, he's back. i'm scared, i'm scared" jeongguk heard a sniffle and a broken word as jiho uttered like a child as she tightened her embrace, burrying her shaky body on his form.

"who—" before he could even finish his words, anger immediately boiled in his skin, finally realizing who jiho was talking about the moment his eyes trailed on the broken phone a few centimeters away from them.

"how—no, what did he tell you!?" slowly and gently pulling away, jeongguk cupped jiho's tear-stricken face and he sworn he could kill the man who made his wife this way.

"tell me, ji" the nickname slipping on his lips, he knew that he wasn't supposed to call her that way but seeing jiho in that state, he couldn't help anymore.

"tell me, ji" eyes both laced on one another, jiho could only whimper through their eye contact, before she let her eyes trail on the phone a few centimeters away as jeongguk followed her gaze.

jeongguk sighed before wiping the tears on jiho's cheeks. "i'll be back, ji" pulling away, he stood up to get the phone and was relieved to see that it was somehow working.

opening the message, he sworn he could kill the man.

❝ see? you're husband got fed up with you, he's even fucking someone new. i told you he would, only i can love you more than anyone else. i know where you live and it's not going to be long before you're going to be mine forever.

xoxo, J ❞

fuck? anger sipping through jeongguk's veins. "how the hell did they let him go?" jeongguk muttered under his breath as he almost threw the phone out of their window but he restrained himself as he needs the phone for evidence.

how the fuck did he get out of the prison?