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Jeongguk has it all. He is young, handsome, rich, has a beautiful fiancée. He will soon become a CEO at his father's company, which is one of the most successful companies in Seoul. It would seem that his life is almost perfect. Everythi...
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Taehyung slipped his tattooed fingers into his fiery red hair and quickly ran his hand over it. For more than half an hour, he had been tapping his foot nervously on one of the table's legs while staring at his phone. Jeongguk promised to call him when he came home from the party. It was already quite late, and his phone was still silent. He knew the party might drag on or the brunet might be tired, and he might just forget his promise, but something in the back of his head kept him from relaxing. He felt strangely nervous, his hands were sweating, and he was rubbing them against his black jeans every few minutes. He couldn't explain it, but he had a bad feeling and all he dreamed about was finally hearing a melodious voice on the other end of the receiver telling him he was okay.
When he lit his smartphone's screen again and his inbox was empty once again, he exhaled loudly from his lungs in a gesture of frustration. He didn't know what was happening to him. This feeling of unease was downright irrational. He had put his son to sleep an hour ago, and since then he has been sitting at the kitchen table almost like on pins and needles.
Unable to bear this inaction and nervous waiting, he slipped his hand into the pocket of the black sweatshirt he was wearing and took out a packet of red Marlboro's. He grabbed one cigarette in his fingers and rose from his seat. He slipped the pipe into his mouth, gently grasping it with his lips, and placed the cell phone in the back pocket of his black jeans, then started toward the balcony.
As he stepped outside, a pleasant, crisp breeze hit him while blowing his red hair back. Taehyung slipped his hand into his pants pocket, pulled out a lighter and lit it. He stuck the tip of his cigarette into the flame and took a long drag to set it on fire. He hoped the nicotine would ease his nervousness, although he knew the hope was illusory.
He took a long drag, then rested his hands on the railing and looked down. For a moment he followed the couple in love as they walked down the street, holding hands. Even though they were far enough away that he couldn't hear them, he was sure the man was talking to the woman. As he guessed, it was probably some kind of joke, or perhaps the stranger was just teasing her, because the girl gave him a gentle nudge in the side, and then laughed. From this distance, her laughter was only a soft melody, but he could hear the joy in it clearly.
Was this what Jeongguk looked like when he stood by Lisa's side at her farewell party?
He knew well that going to this party, the brunet would have to pretend that everything was fine between him and Lisa. He also knew that these gestures meant nothing to him, but he could not deny that he felt jealous at the thought of Jeongguk spending the evening with her, probably she was now standing proudly at his side, telling everyone that this tall, the handsome man is hers, she was holding his hand, perhaps even she was kissing his soft lips.
At the unpleasant thought, his hand rose reflexively to his mouth, and his lips encircled the cigarette for another dose of poison. He took a long drag, pulling his cheeks in gently, then closed his eyes, holding the nicotine in his lungs. He could still feel unease coursing through his veins. He couldn't explain it, the feeling was irrational, but he could almost feel fear creep under his tattooed skin, trying to get to the surface.
