Nathan's POV
She rarely does things like these. Areum seemed a bit upset. I have a strong feeling it was because of how Taehyung was acting around Jimin. Jimin also has history with Areum and I. Although it's not much, we went through a couple years of grade school and he was sent off to study internationally, we didn't see each other until a couple of years back. Then Taehyung and Jimin ended up in a huge argument. I still remember everything clear as day.
Areum had just married Taehyung. They had come back from their honeymoon. I was making sure that everything was done around the house. A guard came over to me explaining how someone was outside saying they wanted to meet with Areum and that they were a close friend of hers. I was going to tell him not to let them enter but then he mentioned that his name was Park Jimin. I gave authority to the guard on letting him in. Taehyung had called saying he would be home soon and I thought it would be a good idea for Areum to see Jimin after so many years.
Taehyung and Areum made it home safely. Jimin and I waited inside the living room for them. When I heard Areum's voice, I called out for her.
"Areum, I'm in the living room."
"Hey, Nate! How have you been? I missed you." She said as she walked in.
When her eyes landed on Jimin, she immediately dashed to him in joy. She hugged him and giggled in excitement. I knew how much of a liking she had to him when we were younger; she had always looked up to him.
"Jimin. What are you doing here?"
I was smiling brightly, little did I know that all of this was a mistake on my part. Taehyung stood still watching how Dasom hugged Jimin in pure joy and stared at Jimin. His face read no expression. I bowed to him and he didn't even move one bit. He was as still as a statue.
"Who is this?" Taehyung asked in a very low tone.
"Sir, this is Park Jimin."
"Well hello Jimin." He said with such poison.
Jimin still held Dasom in his arms and she turned around to face her husband. Taehyung could tend to grow a little jealous but we had never seen him like this. Dasom pushed away from Jimin and stepped forward towards Taehyung.
"He's an old friend of Nathan and I."
"Is that so?" He chuckled while shaking his head a bit in amusement.
From there on, Taehyung made sure that Jimin wouldn't cross paths with Dasom, until one day a ball with many companies was arranged and it was almost impossible they wouldn't meet up there. Taehyung grew horribly jealous and it ended up getting physical rather quickly. Dasom wasn't around when it happened but she did get to see how both her husband and her friend all bruised with busted lips and scratches.
"Forgive me, Jimin." Dasom bowed to Jimin.
She took a hold of Taehyung's wrist and pulled him out of the ball. She had asked me to stay behind to check on Jimin. That was the last time we saw him.
When I got home after making sure Jimin was okay, just by standing outside the house you could hear yelling. Dasom had Taehyung sitting down at the dining table patching up his wounds while yelling at him in anger. Dasom isn't one to yell so it was shocking to see her like this. Taehyung sat there quietly while she went off on him. She was angry to a whole other level but also very saddened at what had occurred. She slept in a different room that night and refused to speak to Taehyung after she had cleaned up his wounds.
While I lead the others downstairs, I could help but think of how much Dasom has really gone through. I sigh and I feel a hand on my shoulder. Looking over at my shoulder, I see Jimin with a soft smile.
"What's the matter, Nate?"
"Nothing much. I'm fine thanks for worrying."
"I don't believe you but I won't ask any further. If you want to talk, I am here."
I mouth a thank you and signal them that we were here. Jimin nods and tells his men to make sure everything was set up. He excuses himself and walks off to instruct everyone. Gina comes over to me. She smiles up at me. She hooks her arm onto mine and I chuckle.
"The set from what I have seen so far looks amazing. Although I feel bad for them, they seem to be pushing themselves very hard." She said while staring at everyone walking around the living room.
I nod. The furniture was pushed to the side and moved around. They were trying to make as much space as possible for all their equipment. I was very excited to see that Dasom was finally going to get back to what she really enjoys. She always has so much fun with photo shoots. From the look of it, Jimin was going all out by adding all of Dasom's favorite things. There was an entire section of all her favorite flowers and clothing. On the side was even more clothing from her to choose from. She was definitely going to enjoy this shoot. I sighed and looked over at the stairs. I was still very much concerned with what might be going on upstairs. I just knew for sure that Dasom was more than upset.
Dasom's POV
I was very upset. Taehyung could only stare at me in shock. I haven't been this mad since the Jimin incident years back. He knew he had messed up big time with how he was acting but he didn't want to admit it. He's hard headed like that. I take a deep breath and turn to face him.
"What's wrong?" I simply ask.
He looked around the room trying to avoid eye contact with me. He looked around the room before his eyes landed on mine. I gazed up at him and took a deep breath. He would not speak. Not a single peep. Nothing. He was going to stay quiet for a bit before saying anything. I know this man better than I know myself. I rub my temple and sighed.
"Am I doing something wrong?"
He shook his head, keeping his lips sealed. Frowning, I look at him confused. I don't understand. I couldn't understand. Am I doing something wrong? Am I not demonstrating my love for him? Am I not trying hard enough? My eyes began to get a little stinging feeling.
"I don't understand what you want, Tae."
"I don't want anything. Everything is fine the way it is."
"Then what was all of that about? What is the need to be so possessive? I chose you. I decided to be with you. I married you!" I raised my voice a bit at the end.
"Dasom. I'm scared." He spits out.
"Scared of what?"
He stayed quiet. Frowning even more, I shook my head in utter confusion. What was he so scared of? I am here, am I not? We are here. I don't know how much time left the universe is going to give either of us to be together. I could die tomorrow. He could die tomorrow. I don't want to spend my life worrying. That just isn't living. I want to enjoy my husband as much as I can.
"I am scared of losing you to someone else. Especially to him. I know you two have history." He whispered the last part.
