Him & I - The Two Of Us

Her - Chapter 33

I knew she still existed. The her between him & I.

But I didn't expect her to have her little reunion with him so soon.

"y/n, she is Mikyung, my friend from the states. Mikyung, she is my wife, Kim y/n." he smile at her as she look at me, smiling at me.

"Nice to meet you y/n." she speak. Her voice sounded nice. Feminine and soft, unlike my voice that comes off a little rough and aggressive.

Slightly smiling back, I fisted my cold palm that was sweating. Odd.

"Nice to meet you as well" I speak, as I tried my hardest to fake a smile at her.

I hate her already.

Even more the fact that she's prettier in real life.

I probably look like some joke in front of her.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we invite you to come and dance on the floor with a partner. The best dancing couple will win a prize" A voice announce as everyone started cheering.

Great. Taehyung and I can dance together and I can indirectly tell sis to fuck off rig--

"Taehyung, can we dance too?" I look at my left side to see Mikyung already smiling at Taehyung oppa.

EXCUSE ME?!

"oh sure" he smile.

He smile?! HE SMILE?!

GUESS SOMEONE WANTS THEIR DEATH TODAY.

I suddenly look around to see the guys looking at us awkwardly.

Oh.

"Um, should we dance together then y/n?" Jungkook ask me as I hesitantly smile.

"I'm not gonna participate. Why do--"

"Hey, I wanted to dance with you" He pout as I pout too.

"I know kookiee, but I just don't feel like doing so" I speak as he hold my hands.

"come on, y/n ahh. Pleaseee" He plead.

I don't want to dance.

Especially after looking at him and her together.

But seriously he didn't even consider at least looking at me before answering with a 'yes'.

"okay." I speak.

I'm not dying without you, oppa.

"Great" Jungkook oppa smile, dragging me to the dance floor.

I was looking at Taehyung and her as My feets followed where ever Jungkook was taking me.

He carefully placed his wrists on her waist as she stepped closer to him.

He didn't hold her.

And I should be happy though.

Their bodies moved in a synchronized manner as they happily talked. With him smiling and her laughing.

I hate her so much.

Jungkook oppa stopped walking making me to do the same as I look at him.

He wrapped his arm around my waist, gently pulling a little closer as I comfortably places my hands on his shoulder.

We have danced many times before and this was not any different. I was comfortable and so was he because we have both been good friends since a long time.

But still looking at my own husband dancing with another woman in his arms made me feel a little guilty as I was in the arms of another man too. A friend or not. He's still a different man.