Taehyung: "Ah… um… are you okay?"
You: "Yes…"
Taehyung: "I don’t know what happened, but stay strong.
You wouldn’t want to ruin that pretty face."
You: "Huh…? What kind of joke is that? Haha…"
Jungkook: "...Where were you?"
You: "Ah… I just went out to get some fresh air."
Jungkook: "Oh… okay."
His usual shameless attitude was nowhere to be seen.
His sudden change in behavior made me wonder,
but as soon as he spoke again,
I knew it—of course.
Jungkook: "I’m going out. I won’t be coming home tonight."
For a second, I considered just letting him go.
But then, the image of that woman’s face flashed in my mind.
I shut my eyes tightly and asked.
You: "...Are you going to that woman?"
Taehyung: "Do I sound like I’m joking?"
You: "Huh?"
Taehyung: "I am joking."
You: "What? Seriously? Hahaha… what a weird first impression."
Taehyung: "Oh, right, this is our first meeting. Nice to meet you. I'm Kim Taehyung."
You: "I’m Kim Yeoju. Nice to meet you, Taehyung-ssi."
As we talked, my expression brightened.
From a distance, Jungkook silently watched us,
his lips pressed together tightly.
That was how I met Taehyung.
Somehow, we even ended up exchanging numbers.
You: (Ah… but I’m married. I shouldn’t be doing this…)
When Taehyung asked for my number,
I was going to refuse—because I’m married.
But at that moment,
the image of Jungkook and that woman flashed through my mind,
and out of spite, I handed it over.
When I got home,
Jungkook—who would usually be asleep—was nowhere to be found.
Instead, he was sitting alone on the sofa, staring blankly.
When he saw me walk in,
his eyes wavered as he looked at me.
