𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝒂̂𝒎𝒆 | 𝑺𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒂

30

It was plain silence, with no words at all, but they're eyes holds the most words and everything they wanted to say.

It was plain peaceful, with no sounds to be heard as if their house is the most tranquil place on earth, but they can both feel the chaos of the on going certain circumstances.

Sana shifted on her seat, looking troubled while she barely touches her breakfast.

Suho was just across her, quietly eating while his eyes that mostly only look at her where buried on his plate. It was hollow, not how its used to be. She can't feel the warmth and love there, and Sana hated how it's her fault.

Sana sank on her seat again, feeling a deep burden placed on her shoulders.

It's been days since the last time Suho talked to her but it felt like weeks. Sana's starting to go mad while waiting for him to say anything because that's better than him staying quiet. She can't read him at all.

She doesn't know if he wanted to fix it or just leave her. And the thought of him leaving her is something that makes Sana lie awake on her bed at night. She's conflicted on what to do. On what to feel.

Part of her is itching to talk to Dahyun, she's just a call away and she could go to her anytime she wants. But part of her wanted to stay here and fixed the problem he has with her husband.

Although, she didn't know where to start.

"I- I'm going out for lunch later. Do you want to come and...talk perhaps?" She started, fluttering her eyes close when she stuttered for a moment there. Sana held on her cutleries a little harder as she waited for Suho's answer.

She just figured that maybe it'd be nice to have a delicious lunch on their favortie restaurant as they talk.

A fine lunch while talking about their problem, what a great idea Sana.

Suho did not answer nor bat an eye at her and Sana felt so discouraged about the fact that he doesn't want to talk to her again like he used to.

"But you're probably busy, so it's fine. No pressure at all. I was just asking...but in case you change your mind, my offer still stands. It could be at anytime, Hunny—" The peircing noise caused by the banging of Suho's own cutleries downed to Sana and causes her to flinch. She stared back at him, scared.

Suho gritted his teeth and fought against himself not to shout early in the morning. "Do not call me that." He muttered with enough intensity enough to send a shiver down Sana's spine.

Sana bit her lip to stop a tear, and maybe even a yell, she bowed her head and took a deep breath. "I'm sorry." The frail words went their way to Suho's ear and he immediately stood up, throwing the table napkin on his plate angrily and storming out of the scene.

Sana was left alone in the table, not being able to do something as she heard Suho's car driving away. She sat there crestfallen like her life's not worth living anymore. Her phone buzzed, it's another message from Dahyun. She wanted to come to her but Suho told her not to and she doesn't want to mess up all the effort she did for the past days to create a chance for herself to talk with him just because she can't control herself whenever Dahyun's name was mentioned.

Sana knows better than not to push him in the edge, if he's to find out about his wife still seeing Kim Dahyun then he wouldn't be able to keep his shit together.

To hell with it!

Sana misses Dahyun.

Sana wants Dahyun no matter what Suho tells her.

She read the message, only Dahyun asking her if she's alright, to be honest? No. Sana's not alright. But she'll try, for Dahyun.

Without hesitation, Sana immediately left the house and drove the familiar road to Dahyun's flat. She heavily stepped on the gas making her car accelerate. One and only goal stuck in her mind: Dahyun.