Minsik Scenarios

Jealous Part 2 (Minsik's POV)

As soon as I got on the stage, my eyes focused on her, my beautiful girlfriend that is. I wondered how long my performances and accepting my awards would take, wanting to get back to my seat next to her. Catching me staring, she blew me a kiss, and I flashed a smile back at her. As my performance started, I moved around the stage, breaking my eye contact with my girlfriend. However, when I looked back at her seat, she was no longer there. Luckily, I was just performing two songs, and as my awards were being presented to me, I scanned the room looking for her familiar face. My eyes found her seated at a different table, with a man I didn't recognize. His arm was settled on her bare shoulder, making my blood boil. 

She spent the rest of the award ceremony at that table, and to say I was pissed was an understatement. So, when the awards wrapped up, I of course reflected my feelings through my words and actions, or rather, my lack thereof. Mostly, I was frustrated that she looked so gorgeous tonight and that guy got to see her all night but I didn't. His arm on her shoulder didn't help either. 

So, later that night at home, I didn't hold my tongue, sarcastically asking her how her night was with that guy. She tried to say something, but I didn't want to hear it, and I harshly told her so. And that was the end of it. I heard her footsteps go down the hall and realized she was going to sleep in the guest room. I sighed, wondering if I went too far. Maybe he was just a friend.

Maybe it was because I missed the feeling of her asleep on my chest or maybe it was because I knew how cold the guest room was and how she was never warm, but I couldn't sleep. After about two hours of tossing and turning, I got up and made my way over to the guest room, telling myself that I would just stay for ten minutes; just long enough for her to get warm. When I lifted the blankets to climb into bed next to her, she shivered, and I quickly got under the blankets so no more cold air would get in. I put an arm around her middle after scooting closer. Feeling how cold her hands were, I decided to stay for an extra five minutes. Five minutes turned into ten, which turned into fifteen and I didn't want to leave her alone, so I told myself I'd get out of the bed in the morning before she woke up.

I woke up to the sound of sniffling, and saw the clock was at 5 o'clock. Shit, she was crying and I felt so guilty. I definitely overreacted last night. "Jagi, are you okay? I'm sorry about last night," I whispered.

"It's okay, just go back to sleep," she mumbled, turning away from me so that she was facing the wall.

Something was wrong. She couldn't be this upset about just last night, right? I squeezed in the space between her and the wall so I could see her face. "Jagi, I was just mad I didn't see you at all last night. I know the guy you were with was probably just a friend; I'm sorry for being so harsh." My heart ached as I saw more tears escape her eyes, feeling like a horrible person. She raised a hand to wipe away the tears and I swear I felt my heart drop when I saw the bruises on her wrist. Gently, I took her hand, turning her arm over to get a better view of the bruises. My blood boiled as I realized these bruises were in the shape of someone's hand. Suddenly a thought occurred to me. "The guy from last night did this, didn't he?" I was seeing red and I wanted nothing more than to find the guy and beat the shit out of him.

She started crying harder and buried her face in my shoulder as I gently rubbed her back and kissed her forehead. I lifted the blanket slightly to take a look at the rest of her arm. A huge red area was on her upper arm and I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach. She probably was waiting all night for me to help her get away from the guy but I was too blinded by my jealousy to see what was going on. This was my fault. I held her closer to me, careful to not touch the bruises on her arm. She stopped crying after a while and I heard her breathing regulate as she fell asleep. 

I wondered what I could do about the bastard that did this to her. As much as I wanted to beat the guy to a pulp, I really couldn't without causing a huge scandal. An idea popped into mind. I had quite a few influential contacts, so I could make sure no one would want to work with him ever again. But first, I'd have to find out his name. I'm sure there was a list somewhere with the name of everyone attending, but I'd need to get my phone. I moved as quietly as possible to not wake her up, but as soon as I removed my arms from around her, she woke up.

"Where are you going?" she asked, her eyes still a bit red from her tears.

"Gonna make sure that bastard is gonna be blacklisted in the industry."

"Don't leave." She looked at me with pleading eyes.

"I just need to get my phone and make some calls, jagi. I'll be right back." The look in her eyes hadn't changed, and I gave in, getting back under the blankets to hold her. More than anything, I wanted to go back in time to last night and tell myself to open my fucking eyes and not be a dumbass. She put her hand in mine, bringing me out of my head and back to reality. I kissed the back of her hand, and a small smile appeared on her face, making my heart melt. I placed another kiss on her lips and then the tip of her nose. "I don't know how I'm ever gonna make it up to you, but I promise I'm never gonna be that stupid again."

"Let's just sleep," she whispered, cuddling up to me. "Plus, it's too early to be making phone calls."

I followed her orders and closed my eyes, relaxing at the feeling of her body against mine. Later, when we both woke up, I did make some calls. I found out who the guy was, and from there, made sure no one would want to work with him in the future. For the rest of the day, I made sure to stay close by my girlfriend, focusing all of my attention on her. In addition, I made arrangements for her favorite foods to be delivered for lunch and dinner. She was delighted by the food and eventually did say that she forgave me, which slightly relieved my guilt. However, I felt like I needed to do a lot more to make up for what I did, so I talked to a jeweler friend of mine and got a custom made diamond bracelet with mine and my girlfriend's initials engraved in it. She would probably scold me for spending too much on the bracelet, but the money doesn't matter, only she does.