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A sigh left her lips as she sat on their bed. The usual coldness seeped into her as she hugged herself for warmth. The little clock on the night stand ticked and ticked with seconds turning into minutes, and minutes turning into hours.


Still, he wasn't home.


She waited and waited, like everyday she did.


It was a normal routine but she wasn't used to it. She tried but she just couldn't.


She just wished he would make time for her but then, he was a workaholic, always working in the office. But still, she wasn't convinced.


He always came home with lipstick marks, or with female scents all over him.


She convinced herself that he would never do anything like that. We promised.


The door of their bedroom opened to show him, weary while he held his briefcase. Rosé went over to him but he walked passed her into the toilet, as if she was just a hallucination.


"Jimin," She breathed as she stood while staring at the bathroom door.

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