Was Told

"Two croissants and?"

Arm around her back, Jimin's gaze was all over his wife, who was warmly cuddled in his arms.

Dae-ni giggled when she noticed jimin's gaze upon her.

A peck over her lips, Jimin pat her head but when his hand slid down her short hair, Jimin's smile shortened.

Why are you like this?

A blink, his eyes averted to the restroom.

Several high school girls started to run in and out, hurried.

But his eyes searched for someone other than any high school girls.

Other than any girl that has exited the restrooms.

A blink away when he felt Dae-ni pull his arm, he smiled before a click of the door knob echoed.

Head turning around to take a look, Jimin's steps are still as fast Dae-ni's.

Eyes slightly widening at the sight of a familiar girl at the restroom door, his eyes trailed down her face.

Sweat.

It's everywhere on her skin.

And it looked more bad to his eyes.

So bad that he felt his own body heat up.

"J-jimin!"

his head turning away as soon as her breathy voice came back to his mind, Jimin took a seat within a pull of Dae-ni brought him back to the world.

A blink away from the table, Jimin smiles while his index ran over his bottom lip.

A glance aside, jimin could no longer hear what Dae-ni's talking about.

Watching Wyen get back inside the restroom, his smile faded away and he slowly looked away.

A shake of his shoulder, Dae-ni giggled  but jimin didn't get what they were so happy of.

That was until his eyes met his.

A stranger he probably never saw.

A frown, he, confused, looked back at Dae-ni.

"What... "

"Hey?"

Too confused to form words nor greet back the man who almost looked like he's about to be 30, Jimin frowned at Dae-ni.

Dae-ni rolled her eyes.

"Alright, Daven, Jimin. Jimin, Daven."

Daven extended his hand and Jimin hesitantly shook it.

"Nice to meet you, I guess..?"

Jimin smiled, still confused of why he's even here while they're having double date.

A look back towards Dae-ni, who grinned wide, Jimin's head raised up within Wyen taking a seat.

With her hair strands in front wet and sticking down her neck, Wyen sighed aloud.

"No, you're not late, Wyen."

Everyone laughed as Jungkook protest gently, pulling her hand onto his lap.

Dae-ni eyed Wyen then Jungkook, whose eyes softly gazed at Wyen. 

"What took you so long?"

Dae-ni, who was already munching on her croissant spoke.

Wyen hesitantly smiled.

"I went to the restroom."

A breathy sentence, Wyen didn't bother to look up at the stranger who didn't budge his eyes off of her.

Jungkook, who was as well confused, looked at him before at Wyen.

"So... Daven,"

Jungkook started making Daven avert his eyes from Wyen.

"Oh yea."

"What do you do?"

Dae-ni chuckled in an instant.

"Oh shit, guys, I forgot about that part."

Dae-ni laughed as she placed the croissant down and wiped her hands with the tissue.

Hands on the table, she smiled cheekily.

"He worked as a co-artist in very famous shows!"

Oh was the reaction of him when Dae-ni spoke.

Jimin didn't respond.

Instead, he observed Wyen.

Her shoulders are slightly quivering, as she didn't dare to look up, Wyen's hand tightened it's grip on jungkook's.

And for the first time, Jungkook felt worried.

"Now, Daven is also going to work with us."

Jungkook's eyes narrowed.

"What-?"

Dae-ni glared.

"Yeah, of course, I told you about it, Jungkook, did you forget..?"

Dae-ni rolled her eyes before shrugging her shoulders.

A look back towards Daven, who slowly smiled at Wyen, Jungkook's hand clenched into a tight fist of agony he suddenly felt.

"Then, where's the female.. co-artist? Do we still have to find it?"

Dae-ni didn't respond as she took a gulp of the cold coffee.

She could feel both of their's eyes upon her

"Oh no, He's going to work with Wyen.."

"What!?"

Wyen's head shot up as soon as she spoke but then, she felt a tug on her hand.

But she took none of it.

Daven's lips parted at Wyen's sudden breathy exclaimation.

"Oh... I.. thought the director has already discussed it with you?"

Wyen's hands trembled.

"What... do you mean he's going to work with her?"

Jungkook spoke.

Daven sighed as he noticed Dae-ni, who looked very cool about the situation before he decided to take the lead.

"Director -"

"I added a new scene in the drama."

"New? Isn't the drama about to end?"

A frown, Jungkook breathed out as if he's lost of it.

Looking back at her husband, Wyen felt miserable.

As if she's a toy they're using.

"What scene?"

Jungkook frowned at Dae-ni.

Dae-ni scoffed.

"It's just a normal scene anyone would keep-"

"What scene is it!?"

Jungkook yelled making her flinch at his tone.

His eyes, which looked very angracious looked straight into hers.

"It's just.. an as*u*t scene."

And tears fearfullly formed in Wyen's eyes.

"What!?"

Jungkook exclaimed lowly in disbelief but Wyen heard none of it.

Eyes blinking shiveringly, Wyen's heart started to sink to her stomach and the chair was pushed back.

Bag being taken off the table as the coffee they placed dropped on the floor, Wyen turned away.

Pacing steps of hers fastening when she heard jungkook's voice, Wyen's cheeks stained with new pair of warm tears.

"Wyen. Wyen, wait-"

A hand on his, Dae-ni's eyes averted from Wyen to Jungkook, whose eyes are soft and narrowed.

"I think it's okay! She just needs some time to agree-"

Eyes meeting Dae-ni's, jungkook's another hand immediately dropped on hers.

Shaking it off his, Jungkook stood up.

"Don't tell me what to do with my wife."

The time seemed to freeze when he said it.

Said that she's his wife.

Dae-ni blinked vigorously.

"What? What did you just say-"

"I said, stop!"

Eyes wide, Dae-ni's hand loosened around the coffee she held.

Jungkook's eyes started to blink weakly as he took a step back.

"Stop."

And he ran.

His feet didn't take a pause as his eyes searched for his wife.

Hi wife, who was nowhere to be found for his eyes.

"Wyen!"

His breathy voice didn't reach Wyen's ears.

Hands covering her ears, Wyen cried in silence within her feet pacing fastly forward.

- Yeah, of course, I told you about it, Jungkook, did you forget?

A look up from the floor, Wyen felt her knees weaken.

"Why.."

A sob as she froze, Wyen felt herself bend down within herself crying hardly quiet.

"Why are you doing this to me?"

Told...

He was told.

"Wyan?"