"What—Why are you here!?" He blinked his eyes thrice before rubbing them to clear his vision and stare at me continuously for confirmation purposes. We were confused but he was still quick to pull me in a bone-crushing hug. "God, it's you, Y/N! Just how beautiful you look. It's hard to hold myself back when you dress like this, baby. What have you been up to nowadays?"

I placed a hand against his chest to push him as far as I could. "Uh... Who are you..?" I nervously asked with my crappy acting skills.

"Haha, your sense of humour is getting better. A small intro for your amnesiac brain, I'm the one you loved the most like five months ago?" He meant to mock me by calling himself the love of my life.

"Oh, trust me, I would have rather preferred loving a grasshopper to loving you." I rolled my eyes and gave him a disinterested look.

"But you still chose me, Y/N, because of my worldwide handsome face." He flirtatiously pointed towards his beautiful face while I snorted. "Okay, now it's getting annoying. You know I don't take jokes when it comes to my face. What's up with you, huh? You don't remember having me? Should I do something I did earlier, just so you remember me." He walked forward to close the distance between us and his fingertips brushed against my waist.

"I bet that something would be hoeing around because I can already say you've mastered that." I was harsh with my words and actions as I pushed him harder this time. "Oh, boy, you better not try me or else you might lose your beauty to my husband's punch."

He stumbled back but managed to hold on to his balance. "Why are you— wait, you got married!? Why!? Couldn't sleep alone—" He smirked slyly at his judging remark when it could be easily used both ways.

My patience was the only reason why he still stood there unscratched. "Bitch, shut up because I don't even know you." I let out in an eerily calming tone that might have caused him to shiver.

"Why are you acting so dumb? You don't know me? I'm Kim Seokjin. We were a married couple until 5 months ago. You had my baby but because of your clumsiness, it died. Remember anything now? I'm still willing to forgive you for it but you know... It wasn't any easier for me either." His dark glares pinned me and I could see tears building in the corner of his eyes.

I was haunted by the guilt but then again, my mind recalled the scenes of that evening when I caught him cheating. "I don't need your forgiveness so shove it up your own ass and get lost."

I turned to walk away from him but I could still hear him say, "You never accept your mistakes. Everyone around you had to pay for your carelessness." His voice cracked towards the end and I wondered if he was really crying or just pretending to be hurt.

His voice replayed in my head. Even though the feeling was unwanted, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't avoid tearing up.

Thankfully, the restroom was empty, favouring me with less audience to witness my tears. I pushed open the door to one of the 5 empty cubicles present in a row, separate by thick walls of plywood. Even before I could think it over, my hand ran inside my purse and I found myself dialling Taehyung's number.

I sobbed lightly before he answered the call. "Hello? Why are you not here yet? The show has started." He questioned.

"T-Taehyung... Can you please come here?" I asked while biting my lips hard to not emit any sob. "To women's restroom."

"Are you serious? Wait, something happened—" He was loud at first as if he was ready to scold me but I cut him off.

"Please..." I slowly let out to convince him and thankfully, it worked.

"Ah, okay. I'll be there, wait." He said before hanging up the call. I leaned against the sleek plywood separator and covered my face while crying hard.

A few minutes later, the main door to washroom detached and I heard the sound of heels clicking against the floor. "Are you alright?" A feminine voice asked after she knocked on the door twice.

I cleared my throat before answering with: "Yeah, I'm good." How did she know I was crying? Was I too loud?

"You don't seem to though. I could hear your sobs from outside." Her voice was sweet like cotton candy but she was being intrusive in a wrong situation.

Before I could answer, the door opened once more. "Y/N— I'm sorry." The male instantly apologized at the sight of an unknown woman. "Is she in there?"

"Kim Taehyung-ssi?" The woman bowed after recognising the guy as a well-known producer. "There's someone inside and... She's crying. Do you happen to know her?"

I could hear their conversation and to confirm my presence, I knocked on the door weakly. "Oh, oh, it's her. I'll take care of it, it's my wife."

The woman quickly cleared the way for Taehyung and he rotated the knob to pull open the door to my cubicle. "Taehyung..." He made sure the woman from earlier left and I completed my sentence only after he had locked the door and turned to face me. "Why's he here?"

"First, I need you to sit down and stop crying." He helped me to sit while he kneeled himself down infront of me. He gently cupped my face and looked at me in my eyes. "Now, tell me about it. You saw whom?"

"S-Seokjin, my ex-husband. I ran into him and..." I looked away and it was a golden opportunity for more tears to escape my eyes. "I d-don't w-wanna stay h-here..."

Taehyung moved his thumb across my cheeks to wipe off the tears. "Why would you leave because of him? Would you really sacrifice your chance to see Min Yoongi for him?"

"It's not that... He..." I held onto Taehyung's hand for support, all the while ignoring the proximity or the amount of skinship we had. "He brought up the m-miscarriage and stuff... I didn't feel nice. I will always be guilty of the death of our unborn baby but in such scenario, him accusing me of it too isn't helping."

I didn't know if it was right to share all that with him but for once, I could say I didn't even care.

I expected this kind of silence where a man sat with a woman who was crying while the man felt miserable for not knowing how to comfort the woman.

After a long pause, he processed his thoughts and approved his idea. "We should make him jealous."

I blushed. "And how exactly will we do that?" I chuckled with teary eyes at his sight while he proceeded to pull out some toilet paper to wipe my tears. "Ew."

"Well," He stood up and I raised my chin to maintain eye contact with him. "That shouldn't bother you because I have my ways."

And my heart did a thing after that.

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A/N:- hello hello~
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