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19:45
Everything is set on the table. Jihyun is still in the bathroom getting ready. I'm not ready for tonight. I feel my head burning. This was a mistake.
19:50
Is it too late to call it off? I guess it is, they're probably almost here. Jihyun is ready too, he looks so happy to see his friend for the first time after his recent surgery. Even if the doctor said he needs rest, he made everything himself for tonight, from the decoration of the dinning table, to the food preparation and cooking. He even bought new clothes. Why is he so warmed up for tonight? I mean, Jumin is his best friend and Rika is his.... ex fiancé... and this just makes it even weirder.
20:00
The doorbell rings. They're here. Is it too late to run away? Is it too high to jump from the window? I'd probably die but it's better than my current situation. I swore to never ever come in a situation like this, but here I am. I know everything. I can see it in his eyes, who he truly adores, who he truly needs, and then next to him... someone who tried to save him.
Jihyun opens the door and he welcomes them with a warm hug. I wear my best smile and welcome them too, to my and Jihyun's new love nest.
We sit down on the table, he offers to serve us all and he doesn't look at me. He didn't give me a single look. Maybe it's better this way, because if he looked at me with everyone else in the room, I'd probably spill his secret. His secret that it's also mine.
22:30
The night goes by, few laughs here and there, a couple old memories, and a tense feeling on my chest that doesn't leave my chest since the hospital. Jumin and Rika came to visit daily, even if they were newly weds and anyone would expect them to spend as much time as possible alone, they decided to come to the hospital. I wish they'd never come, I wish they'd disappear. If they were out of our lives everything would be great. If they stayed away we wouldn't be in this situation right now.
This isn't me, this was never me. Why am I not speaking the truth I see in front of my eyes? Am I scared that I'll be judged? Or am I afraid that he'll be mad at me. So many thoughts cross my mind, Rika, who's sitting next to me touches my hand asking if I'm doing okay. Please don't touch, don't touch me again. It makes the guilt even bigger.
23:00
We finished dinner and we decided to have a few drinks in the living room. As they all move and make themselves comfortable on the sofa, I start to clean the table, taking all the dishes away, taking myself away.
Jihyun: MC, don't take all of them yourself! Let me help you.
Jihyun makes a move to stand up but Jumin stans up first and stops him.
Jumin: You're still recovering, I'll help.
They argue for a bit, Jihyun not letting Jumin help since he's a guest, but Jumin wins their small fight. We grab the dishes and go in the kitchen, at the end of the hall.
No, please, don't leave the cheaters in a room... All alone...
-In the living room-
Jihyun: How's life with Jumin? Is he good to you?
Rika: Of course, he's a true gentleman, he's such a gentleman that sleeps on the sofa to not disturb my beauty sleep.
Jihyun: Well, I surely didn't expect the first conversation, with my ex, alone, to be about your sex life but, it is weird. Jumin is cold and distant but since he decided to do this with you... this behaviour is weird. Is it better after your wedding?
Rika: It got even worse, he's always so sweet. But he never touches me, he never kisses me, he never tells me that he loves me... Everyone who sees us comments about how in love we are, but they don't know a thing... V... sometimes... I wish I'd never married him. I thought we were a better match than you and me but it seems that my only destiny is you, but now I can't have that, and I don't want to. We both grew away from each other and it's better if it stays like that.
Jihyun: You're right, maybe not only we should have broken up, but also we should have rushed to a new relationship so fast.
-In the kitchen-
The silence is killing me, I wonder what they do in the living room... if they...
-We should tell them.
A deep voice breaks my thoughts.
- We should tell them
Jumin repeats himself, waking closer to me. He loojs at me for the first time tonight.
Jumin: We should tell them that, we know what we all did isn't right. I can't keep it a secret, I can't keep us a secret.
MC: I don't want to keep lying either, but.. will it being any good or will it make thinks worse?
Jumin: Lying only brings unfortunate situations, you said that since the first day I met you. I say we follow your advice.
MC: I don't know, what if it doesn't work out? I've broken mine and Jihyun's heart already, if we dont work out, I don't want it to break again.
Jumin: It'll work.
MC: how do you know? You said the same thing to Rika.
Jumin: Rika was an obsession for me, and I couldn't see clearly, but with you... Every time I see you, every time I speak to you, every time I touch you, every time I feel places of your body that you keep hidden for everyone but me, I know it's right, these are the only times I feel my heart beating. I don't want to do this to V or Rika anymore.
MC: Do you promise to not leave me? Do I have your word?
Jumin: I can sign away my whole heritage, everything my family owns, just to prove you how much I love you.
-In the living room-
Rika: Let's help them and take these dishes in the kitchen. I don't think it'll hurt you, will it?
Jihyun: No don't worthy I'm fine, MC and Jumin are just exaggerating because they love and care for me.
-In the kitchen-
My back supports my body against the fridge, my hands support my soul and heart around Jumin's neck. He was right, this moment right now, this feeling of his lips against mine, of his body touching and penetrating mine... It doesn't just feel right, it's a feeling I've never felt before, a feeling you only read in books, the feeling that makes your heart pound that you can hear it. The adrenaline, love and pleasure we feel takes my mind out of my body, all the thoughts and guilt I have are not present right now, all I feel if Jumin's body grinding against mine, and his love filling my existence. But when reality comes back, it hits you. And it hits you real hard, with the fiancé and the spouse of the foolish lovers, gasping on the kitchen door, questioning what they see but also answering the missing parts of the puzzle.