fake love (k.th)

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The day went smoothly and I was really blissful for that. Despite of the awkward encounter with that Namjoon guy, everything was perfect like it had been put back to its track. The clients were satisfied with my work and ironically, my ass were safe.

I successfully got out from the pit bottom of failure and kept my career safe and sound in my hand.

"You cried? In public?"

I nodded, never paid any attention to him as I was so busy in stuffing my face with the food. I knew it so all Yoongi would just going to roast me again with all shit and Taehyung stuffs with some hints of teasing.

"You cried in a coffee shop which obviously a public place and out of 7 billion people in this world, Namjoon was the one who happened to be there and saw you crying your ass out over a flat girl who stole your useless husband away? Namjoon, the owner of the art gallery we are working now?"

He scoffed, batting his eyes several times. He could not believe anything now.

"Holy cow, that's really some fanfic shit."

I burst out laughing suddenly, realizing his words. He looked puzzled, staring at me as if I was some sort of crazy woman, frown obviously spread across his face.

I swear to God, Yoongi was a drama queen. He looked indifferent but deep inside, he was really a drama queen.

"That's so mean, Yoongi." I hold my stomach, getting hurt from laughing too much. "She will be super offended if you said that she is flat in front of her face."

I laughed harder as her offended face came flashing in my mind. Yoongi just shrugged, continue eating his food.

"Just stating the fact. I am a man and please don't tell Hoseok about this or I will die but I prefer bigger boobs. I don't know how Taehyung attracted to her."

I sighed, shaking my head. We finished our dinner and head to my house to finish some work that needed to be present again soon which was the model of the art gallery. Since all the stuffs had been brought home before by me, so we got no choice other than that finishing it at the house. The car ride was silent but both of us never mind about it.

It was a pleasant silent.

I stared out of the window, thinking about the marriage and my future. You can said I was already at the verge of giving up on Taehyung and I slowly accepted the fact that this marriage was not working in this whole time.

Taehyung would forever loves Ae-ra and Yoongi was right, I was just wasting my time.

Surely, my parents would be really disappointed and devastated but I could not see any other solution to this problem other than divorce.

Yes, divorce.

That was the only way I could run from the pain and be happy again. I need to try to forget about him even though it absolutely hard and excruciating.

"Is that jerk home now?" I looked at Yoongi, shaking my head.

"He won't be at home before 9. If he is, he won't be mind, he never care anyways."

Yoongi nodded, not wanting to make it further as he noticed the pain on my face. Taehyung never cared. He got another woman to be care for. The one who he loves dearly. The car stopped and I hopped out, making my way to the front door. I opened the door, changing my shoes into slippers, heading to the upstairs before stopped, causing Yoongi to bump his chin on the back of my head.

"Y-You're home?"

I bit my lip, staring at him who look so ethereal in his black Celine shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants with wet hair, showing he just took a shower. He stared back at me and then shifted his gaze on Yoongi with his hands kept in his pockets. Taehyung's jaw clenched at the sight of Yoongi.

'Why the hell is this asshole doing here?' He thought.

"Yoongi is here so we can do the model for my project. H-he is my p-partner."

I cursed under my breath. Why I am stuttering? I need to be strong!

He just walked to the kitchen, ignoring Yoongi and me. He poured himself a glass of water and gulped it down. I pulled Yoongi's sleeve, leading him to the workroom. My legs gave up once we entered the room, making me siting on the ground.

"Oh my God, that was hard. Acting all tough." I rubbed my face few times, slapping it lightly to wake myself up.

"You got it deep, girl. I gasped so hard when I heard you stutter. H-He is my p-partner." Yoongi snickered, mocking at my dumb ass. I huffed, getting back on my feet and slapped his arm hard.

"Let's get to work."

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The TV was having a staring battle with Taehyung in the living room, as Taehyung's mind was nothing but the sight of Ji-yeon pulling that man's sleeve to upstairs. Somehow, his anger boils and his heart felt itchy so much that he felt he could exploded any time. He really hate to admit this.

He was jealous.

He should not feel this way yet he still engulfed in his jealousy. His efforts in shoving away those feelings just drown in vain. He stood up and walked upstairs, making a turn on the right. He peeked a little from behind the wall, seeing the two being so smiley and happy while doing work through the glass wall. He groaned, turning his back and walked to his room.

After eternity based on what Taehyung felt, the sound of laughter was heard across the hallway. Taehyung tossed his phone aside, waking up, as he knew they were done with their work and that asshole would be gone. He stood still at the stairs, watching them hugged.

"You left your car at the company so I guess I would pick you up to work on Monday." She nodded.

Taehyung was furious. How could she just agreed? And who's this Yoongi guy? Why he so close with Ji-Yeon?

He could not stop thinking at how this Yoongi guy will steal his wife away. Looking at the way they smiled to each other, Taehyung never in his life wanting to rip someones face off this bad.

Really really really bad. Eager beaver but in a bad way.

"It's okay, I will send her to work. You don't have to worry."

Both of them freeze, hearing his voice echoed through the quiet space. She turned around and locked her beautiful eyes on his. She looked surprised at the man as Taehyung actually was surprised at himself too. The words slipped just like that without Taehyung knows.

He felt the need to stop that Yoongi guy from being smiley lovey with his wife and he did it.

"There's no need, Tae-"

"It's okay, I will send you to work. I'm your husband."