𝑬𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍 | m.yg. ✓

열 :: the truth (un)told

Present

Yoongi wasn't there beside her when Byeol woke up. The space where her husband was supposed to be was empty and vacant, leaving her naked and exposed skin cold despite being tucked under the covers.

But she wasn't fully naked now, she realized. Lifting the blanket a bit, her upper body was clothed with Yoongi's shirt that was too big for her that it covered even her thighs.

Byeol managed to smile at the man's thoughtfulness though she still felt lonely for she knew that he had to leave again the morning the next day since she saw a text message sent by him.

She worried and wondered if he had even at least had breakfast. They weren't able to have dinner the night before because, well...you know, things happened.

Bored out of her wits, she decided to get up from bed and freshen up. Inspecting the dark mark imprinted on her skin, her cheeks grew warm as memories from yesterday afternoon replayed vividly in her mind.

"Damn you, Min Yoongi," she whispered to herself.

•  •  •

The blonde male instantly flashed Byeol a cheeky grin upon seeing her enter the convenience store, the bell ringing in the process.

"Well hello, Miss Byeol," he greeted her with an eye-smile, his orbs turning into crescent moons as he stood straight and saluted.

The mentioned rolled her eyes, scoffing at the comical act of the man. "What's with the weird greeting?"

Jimin's grinned never faltered. "Just feeling like it, plus, I really want us to be friends, Byeol."

"Already cutting the formalities, Mr. Park?" She raised an eyebrow at him, crossing her arms, playing along with him.

This caused him to let out yet another angelic laugh, leaning forward and propping his elbows on the counter. "You're quite funny, Byeol. I like you already."

"Gee, thanks for the sarcastic remark." She scoffed, striding towards the aisles of food, hunting down for a specific type of food to satisfy her cravings.

"Oh, it wasn't sarcasm, trust me. I bet we'd be great friends only if you let me be."

The woman halted in her steps, turning her heels to face the man, an eyebrow raised questioningly. Jimin, though didn't get the signal so he only tilted his head slightly, his bangs covering a part of his eyes slightly as he waited for a response.

Byeol contemplated, chewing her bottom lip. After all she had nobody else besides Yoongi. Making a new friend wouldn't be a crime, right? The world was big and if she would be given a chance to explore it, she would agree without any hesitation.

"Sure, Park. Friends." She smiled at him before whirling back around to continue her business.

Without the knowledge of the female, Jimin soundlessly pumped his fists to the air and thrust them back down while mouthing a cheerful yes!

The male immediately composed himself when he saw the woman approaching the refrigerators lined up against the walls, where the cold drinks were located. He wouldn't risk getting caught for having a mini celebration for himself.

Once satisfied with an ice americano and a pack of ready-to-eat sandwich, the female proceeded towards the cashier, placing her items and pushing them gently towards the male, whose smile was still present and Byeol wondered if his cheeks were starting to hurt.

After she paid him, she took the the items and began to approach the exit when Jimin's voice halted her steps.

"You won't eat here like last time?" he asked. Byeol didn't fail to notice the slight disappointment in his tone.

"I can't..." she paused, turning her face at him. "For now. I'm waiting for someone back at home and I want to make sure I'm there when he comes back home."

Jimin was caught off-guard. "It's a...guy?"

Byeol blinked, oblivious of the confusion that was plastered on the male's face.

"Yeah. My husband."