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CHAPTER 26
⸻ CLASSIC
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"DARLING, HOSEOK HYUNG is celebrating his company's anniversary tonight at a hotel. I'm supposed to go with Haera but I want to go with you," Taehyung speaks up.

Both of us are in the living room, folding our clothes into a basket. We did our chores together regularly — ever since he refers to it as an act of endearment.

"Oh, is this the real reason why you're dyeing your hair brown?"

Taehyung had dyed his hair a few days ago. I didn't complain about it because he looked incredibly fine. He could literally pull off any hair colours and will never be ugly.

"No, I dyed it for a photoshoot cover next week. Remember the one I told you about last month? They wanted me to be the head cover of their magazine."

"Right, I forgot I'm married to a famous, handsome man. Good luck for the photoshoot, honey. You will bombed the entire place with your hotness," I mumble out a few words of encouragement.

He chuckles and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear gently. "Thank you, darling. You're coming with me, right?"

"Of course. I'll be there to support you," I smile at him. "Anyway, what time will the party starts?"

"In a few hours," he shrugs. "Do you already have a clothing in mind?"

"I wish I could just wear a hoodie. Can I not go? I'm so lazy," I sigh heavily.

"No, you must go as my wife. Please?" he pleads as his bottom lip pouting.

"Fine, this is only because I have nothing to do," I glare at him and he beams, scrunching his nose and pinch my cheeks.

"As long as you're going, darling,"

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Within a few hours, both of us have dressed with appropriate attire. He drives to a fancy hotel and luxurious cars are parked almost in every single corner of the hotel, including Taehyung's car.

He interlocks our fingers together before we walk inside the hotel. The party is at ground floor on the right hall with a VIP sign in front of the massive door frame.

After showing the man in charge of the guest the invitation card, he gladly let us in. As soon as we get in, Hoseok, not far away, immediately noticed our presence.

"Taehyung, you came!" he greets, flashing my husband a bright smile. "And you too, Mia! Welcome! Welcome!"

"Of course, I came, hyung. Wouldn't miss it for the world. Is Seokjin hyung here yet?" Taehyung asks him.

"I heard my name," A male voice interrupts, causing us to turn our heads. A tall, handsome figure with a capturing smile standing in between Hoseok and Taehyung.

"Hyung! There you are, it's been a while. How's executive director position working out for you?" Taehyung greets him in a teasing voice.

He shrugs his shoulders. "It's been good. How about you, man? And who's this? Your wife?"

My husband turns to me with a million dollar smile as he introduces him.

"Darling, this is my old friend, Kim Seokjin. An executive director of the Jung's Group," he gestures his hand to the handsome man named Seokjin. "And hyung, this is my wife, Mia,"

I smile politely and he responds back with a smile in return.

"So this is your wife, huh? How dare you didn't invite me to your wedding," he nudges his arm as he flickers his eyes to Taehyung.

"Sorry, hyung. Only a few people were invited," he replies with a smug expression.

"Mean! But why did I hear Hoseok get invited?" he asks, pouting slightly. For a grown man, he is kind of similar with Taehyung. Adorable and handsome.

"That's because he was the one of first few people in line for the invitation,"

"Oh, ho-ho. Don't lie to me. You probably didn't want me to make dad jokes at your wedding, right? Okay, fine, you'll never get invited to my baby shower then. HA!"

"Woah hyung, your wife is pregnant?!" Hoseok and Taehyung gasp in shock. "Congratulations!"

"Wait, really?! Who said that?" Seokjin has a surprise grin on his face, which he made him looked kind of a fool.

"Aish! I thought you guys are pregnant! Anyway, where is your wife, hyung? Is she not coming?"

"No, she stays at home taking care of our children," Seokjin answers his question. "It's hard to be a father, Taehyung. All I can say is good luck,"

Taehyung's expression wrenching in slight pain as if his words truly affects him.

"Thank you, hyung. Anyway, Hoseok hyung, this is a great party,"

"Well, what can I say? I'm a genius at throwing parties," Hoseok responds while smirking playfully.

All of them laugh before they leave both of us to miggle with other guests in the hall. The place is very huge and decorated with chandeliers on top. Foods and drinks are served on the table for the people attending.

"Hey, I'm going to greet some people over there, alright? It's just gonna take a while," he says, pointing to the opposite direction.

I nod my head, smiling. "Yeah, okay. Go ahead,"

He grins and squeezes my hand before walking towards the high classy people across the room. I pretend to busy myself with the foods and drinks and find a table for me to fill in.

While picking out the foods, I couldn't help but hear a conversation, that somehow involves me.

"Have you seen Taehyung Kim's wife? God, she's not even that pretty in real life. I was disappointed," A female voice behind declares in disbelief.

"Oh my God, I thought I was the only one. She wasn't what I have expected. He deserves someone prettier," Another voice replies back lowly. "Have you seen the recent scandal about him and his secretary? I heard that she is having his baby and they surprisingly look good together. He should be with her instead,"

Unbelievable. They must not have realised that Taehyung's wife is right in front of them. I wish I could staple and tape their dirty little mouth for spreading such hateful remarks.

"Excuse me, can you pass those blueberry muffins?" I clear my throat to ask, turning to them.

One of the woman nods then takes another quick glance and her eyes almost bugged out. She hides her shock expression with a fake smile while handing me the muffin.

"Thank you," I politely say before whipping around. "Idiots,"

"Hey, we heard that!" One of them scowl, yelling from behind.

I scoff, turning back with an annoyed expression. "Well, I said it loud,"

I roll my eyes and walk away to the nearest vacant table. Since my mood has ruined, I look around to find my husband but then two palms cover my eyes playfully.

"Guess who?" His deep husky voice whispers, sending shivers down my skin.

"Uh.. Dora the Explorer?" I tease him.

He deeply chuckles as he unravel my eyes. "No, silly. Wow, blueberry muffin! Can I have some?"

"Sure, it tastes good." I gesture the muffin to his mouth. He takes a soft bite and grins handsomely.

"Delicious but you taste better," he boldly says, causing my eyes staring back at him widely. "I-I meant your cooking,"

My cheeks grow hot. He is also flustered over his own words, flickering his eyes innocently away from mine.

Over a minute or two, a familiar female figure comes up to our table. She is dressed in a short dress above mid-thigh but she still looks gorgeous with her visible pregnant belly.

"Mr. Kim, I know you said that I shouldn't go but I felt bad so I —"

Taehyung's face distorted into a frown but then replaced with an awkward smile. "Oh, it's okay. I'm going with my wife,"

She recognises me and I could see her face drops a little before offering a smile. "Right. Hey, Mia,"

I hum in return, rolling my eyes slightly. The words from two ladies before strike into my mind. I glance at the both of them. They do look good together.

"Have you talked about the collaboration project with Mr. Jung?" she asks sweetly. She sips through her glass wine as her eyes keep on training at him.

"Yeah, I did," he flatly answers with a monotone voice.

"Oh, good. Anyway, why aren't you drinking? This is a party. Let's have some fun,"

He shakes his head and all of sudden, he takes my hand and plays with our wedding ring on my finger nervously.

"I don't drink,"

"Right, I forgot. How about you, Mia? Do you want a drink?" she turns to me. Her eyes narrow slightly, a condescending smile against her lips.

"I don't drink too, sorry," I reply and I could've swear she subtly rolls her eyes before she goes straight back to smiling.

"Alright, then. Anyway, uh.. I'm just gonna go and get myself another drink," she stands up and walks away.

I hear a sigh of relief coming from my husband. "Honey, what's wrong? You seem.. uncomfortable. Are you okay?"

He looks up, surprised. "I'm okay,"

From that response, I knew something was wrong. Taehyung is the type of person who chooses to speak honesty but there are times I'm not certain to trust his words.

I let the matter slide, not wanting to push him. "Okay then. Anyway, I'm gonna go to the restroom,"

"Alright, don't be too long,"

I nod and saunter out the hall to find one but then my phone vibrates inside my purse, halting my way to the restroom.

I raise an eyebrow to see Jaehyun's caller ID appears on the phone screen.

"Hello, Jaehyu —"

"Mia! Where are you right now?" I hear him breathing heavily through the phone.

"I'm in a hotel. Why?" I ask him, confused.

"Be careful! He knows where you are," he quickly mutters.

"W-Who are you talking about?" I ask, my heart starts to beat rapidly.

Before I could hear his reply, my phone is suddenly thrown off to the distance. I breath shakily as I turn around but only to be slapped in the face.

A stinging pain lingers on my cheek when I look up to see someone who I wasn't expected at all. Anger fuels up throughout my body to watch the pregnant woman with wrathful expression as if she could kill anyone in sight.

"What the hell did you just do, bitch?!"

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