You Were My Love

Scene 75 - Hand

The dancer heard a pause in the caller's speech and – though he had been expecting it from the second he had heard the cellular go off – he could not help but feel disappointed at his sweetheart's next words.

"I'll be here in a few minutes," he angrily groaned. "Stay there until I've arrived," he bluntly ended the call.

The politician's face instantaneously changed from utter wrath to a sincerely sorry expression as he turned to his angel while trying to decide whether he should explain or apologize first.

Jimin's heart tightened as he made his mind to bury his bitter feelings since his man was as frustrated and regretful as he was that they were forced to a pause in their date.

He couldn't stand the sad glint in his honey's eyes and his kind side overtook the frustration.

"Don't worry, hun, just go. That's OK. I understand," he smiled gently.

Hae Wong put his phone away, rose from his chair under his angel's fond gaze, and once he was close to him, he knelt by his side.

"I'm so sorry, sweetie..." he apologized with imploring eyes, and he kissed his temple. "The chauffeur will drive you back. I'll take a taxi. Just go home when you're done eating, I'll be back as soon as I can," he promised.

"Sure," the dancer smiled. "Thank you Hae Wong-ah. Take your time, I'll be waiting for you... in that satin thingy you got me," he suggestively winked at him.

Hae Wong's frown changed to a wide grin.

"I can't wait..." he growled low in this tempting neck.

Then he leaned closer until their lips were pressed against each other.

They parted right away to allow their tongues to slide around one another in a heated deep kiss, that Hae Wong frustratingly soon ended.

Head bent down, eyes shut, fists clenched tightly, he just looked like he had to muster all the will he had in him to just rise and go.

He stood and as he was about to leave the private salon, his hand clenched at the door frame and he paused in his steps without turning his back around.

Jimin could see his knuckles becoming white out of the strength with which the taller was holding on to the wood piece.

His head moved towards him and he could feel the intensity and passion in the words that the blonde then uttered.

"I love you, Jimin ..."

Jimin gave him the sweetest smile and he replied

"I love you more."

And after a faint smile etched on the blonde's lips, the latter left in quick steps.

As he was walking away, he quickly dialed and rose the phone to his ear while leaving the restaurant.

When the elevator doors closed on him, only muffled questions were let through.

"How much did she drink?" he asked first. "Where is she now?"

*

As soon as his man was gone, Jimin tried to finish up his first class plate, but he wasn't really in the mood for that any more.

He had eaten a lot already and fancy food was no fun without someone you care for to share the moment with.

He gave up on it after a few bites and left the place.

While the driver was riding him home, he thought back on the evening and its cruel end.

Some part of him resented the fact that he was on his own again, while he should have been making the most of one of his prince's now rare dates.