The door knob turned before Jungkook opened the door. His half asleep gaze fell over her. Her, whose eyes are full of tears.
But that's not what made his eyes widen. Her arms wrapped around her as she hesitantly looked up at him, shivering as the drenched clothes sent shiver down her spine.
"W-Wyen? What-"
She stepped inside the house, leaving him no option but to step back. His hand reaching the pocket of his pant while he nervously eyes her up and down.
"Are you okay? You need a towel-"
Her eyes averted up from his Adam's apple that went up and down before they found his that were hesitant to meet hers.
She gently took a hold of his sweater sleeves, making him flinch before she pulled him down to her height.
"Hey-"
Her lips gently laid over his, while she closed her eyes. Her skin shivered as she deepened the kiss, wrapping her arms around his waist while her leather watch gave up ticking the time.
Jungkook's hand froze in air as his eyebrows furrowed while his lips didn't dare to move against hers.
Her head tilted aside as she took a step forward, leading Jungkook to step back, eventually ending up with his back over a wall.
His eyebrows stretched as her hand snaked over his neck only for her fingers tangle in his hair.
As his back arched, he grabbed both of her cheeks, kissing her back as he led her to stand against the wall, pinned her wrists gently on the wall.
He deepened the kiss as he hummed over her lips, feeling her kiss back ever so passionately which is very unlike of her.
For once, he wished he was wrong when her hands intertwined with his over the wall.
Breaking the kiss, he gasped aloud as his fingers tightened around hers on the cold wall.
"What... What's up with you?" He breathed out as he eyed her face.
Wyen looked straight into his eyes, while her skin felt like there are rashes all over it. But she thought she could endure it. All of it, which she went through just for sake of him. Her very husband.
"I'm ready."
His eyebrows furrowed before his hands let hers go.
But Wyen step back. Her hands took a hold of his sweater's corner to take it off but Jungkook held her back from it.
"Wyen, what are you doing?"
When frowned, as Jungkook said. Her body shivering, she felt puzzled of whether it's the anger or the disgust she built up on herself from past few weeks.
Wyen's eyes blinked as the flashbacks of her under Jimin infront of cameras came back to her mind, leaving her to lose all the confidence she gained.
Her trembling hand over his sweater was more than of a proof for Jungkook that she's not ready at all.
But then, again. Was she ever?
Then, why now?
Jungkook gulped as Wyen shook her head.
"I..."
"I know, Wyen. I know you're not ready."
She shook her head, stepping closer.
"No, I'm ready."
"Wyen-"
"I need you to touch me,"
"Wyen, let me-"
"I need to forget what happened today!"
Jungkook's hand balled into a fist as he stepped closer but she didn't step back. Her eyes rapidly moved all over the floor as her hands raised to her chest while she spoke without giving him a chance to speak.
"Wyen, first of all, calm down-"
"You know how much I wanted to run away from the set??"
Her teary eyes eyed his closed ones as he gritted his teeth.
"Listen to me-"
"What? You think I was ready to fuck him!? No!"
"Wyen!"
His both hands shook her shoulders, making her flinch before her wide eyes met his.
She stumbled back as she watched him glare at her.
"You know you're being so clingy right now, right?"
Word to word, he whispered ever so slowly while his hold on her shoulder only tightened.
She didn't know if she was supposed to move or be a stone as he spoke, before letting her shoulders go.
"You know that this is for both of us? For her? She worked so fucking hard for this."
Wyen couldn't help but wonder why her world shook for a moment.
Hard? She worked so hard?
What about me?
How badly I wanted it to be you, Jungkook?
"And, I didn't? To make this work?
His lips parted but nothing came out, only silence.
It longed for a minute. Two. Three.
Before It could hold for total of four minutes, jungkook pulled the sweater off of his body.
Wyen didn't notice his hands that took hold of her jacket, attempting to take it off of her.
"Lift your arms." He whispered, making her look up at him, this time her eyes red and tears continuously streaming down her cheeks.
Jungkook's eyes softened.
"Please. You're drenching."
A small grin formed on her lips before a broken laugh escaped her lips, pushing him inches away.
"Drenching,"
She repeated, watching him stand there with his eyes that didn't dare avert from her presence.
The laugh slowly fades away as sobs start escaping her lips, echoing louder and louder.
She didn't care if she looked dumb.
She didn't care if she looked broken.
"God, It's just a scene!"
He groaned as he leaned over the wall, his hands fumbling with his hair while he closed his eyes.
"It was a scene, jungkook."
Her voice broke as she said, looking up at him as her knees gave up, leading her to fall on her knees.
"I was naked."
She softly muttered out as she looked at her own hands before looking up.
"I was naked.."
Jungkook frowned as he watched her pull her sweater up her neck, breathing heavily.
This is it. She is having a panic attack.
"Fuck! Calm down, baby. Please."
He turned away, laying his head over the wall, avoiding the sight before his eyes.
Because he know if he watch her any more longer, he might realise how fucked up this is.
It's not that it's unknown. It's so known that jungkook wanted to turn a blind eye to it.
Why?
Well, his priorities lied beneath her, his bestfriend.
"You're right."
He heard her whisper as her sobs quietened while ago.
His eyes opened before he turned his head to look at her.
"It's just a scene."
A smile on her face, she chuckled as her eyes softly gazed at her husband.
"But he didn't just kiss me,"
Jungkook turned around, giving her a look of anger.
"He—,"
She covered her cheeks, as she bursted into tears.
"He fucked me."
"You fucked her."
Her shoulders quivered, while she felt her back shiver as if she's still drenching in that same rain.
Her face was lift up by her husband, he's wiping her tears away. He's rambling.
"Wyen, listen to me, please!"
"This is not what it looks like! Fuck, i fucked it up! I know! Just listen to me."
She heard nothing.
She saw nothing.
She wanted to pretend she didn't.
I'm not prepared for this.
I'm not prepared for this.
I'm not. I'm not. I'm not.
Her eyes never got off of the man who stood there, his eyes fixed upon her, staring back into her eyes.
The harsh texture of her husband's hand wipping off tears from her cheeks made her wince in pain as she looked back at her husband, this time as if she didn't understand what was happening.
Her hands raised to push her husband's hands off of her skin.
Jungkook's eyes widened when Wyen looked at him, almost as if he is a stranger and she didn't like how he put his hands on her.
His hand neared her face, as he noticed another tear slip down her cheek but her hand between his hand and her cheek made him freeze.
"Wyen-"
"No." She whispered.
The whole hall of the night club went silent.
There was a crowd. But no noise.
"No."
She declared, this time her eyes meeting his.
"No."