Seokjin's point of view

I walked away from Namgihope when I saw they had their team ready to play doubles. Namjoon and Yoongi were one team, and Hoseok and I were going to another but I already saw a brunette standing beside Hoseok. She was dressed in a tennis dress which awfully matched Hoseok's tennis outfit— I rolled my eyes and occupied the empty tennis court which was on the other side of the hotel.

I needed to let off some steam and I thought I would join them for tennis but they already had company. And if I join them now, that would be awkward and uninvited. It was fine, it wasn't a big problem. I wasn't in a good mood to handle them today anyways.

I turned on the tennis ball machine and set its speed. I strolled to the other side and waited for the machine to deliver the ball. I struck the ball with the force of all the anger I had inside me. My mind wasn't able to forget the incident of last night. I clenched my racket and hit the ball harder as I remember how she cried, how she cried because of me.

When I wasn't able to answer her questions, she cried more, shattering my heart. It hurt the core of my heart to see her crying, even more when the reason was me. I was supposed to make her smile but I became the reason for her sadness. I never felt this pathetic in my life, I couldn't do anything. I couldn't answer her questions even though I wanted to, I couldn't take away her sorrow and replace it with nothing but love and happiness but I couldn't.

"Fuck." I muttered as I beat the hollow ball making a loud noise that filled the empty court.

The ride back to the hotel was silent, not once did she look at me, let alone talk to me. As soon as we reached the hotel room she locked herself in the master bedroom, and kept it locked until morning. I didn't mind sleeping on the sofa, but what I wanted was her embrace. I wanted to sleep with her cuddling me, with her warmth and silly annoying jokes.

I thought her jokes were dumb, and her loud personality was sometimes annoying.

Now, there is nothing more annoying than her silence and uninterested eyes. I would rather have her jumping around me with her sparkling eyes, eager to tell me whatever she has in her mind.

I remember how she didn't even acknowledge me this morning, as if I didn't exist. I was sitting on the sofa, but she walked past me like I was invisible. That left a bitter taste in my mouth. I struck the ball harder, letting out all my emotions on the poor tennis ball.

"Good morning!" My eyes fell on an uninvited and unwanted presence. I glared at her because instead of minding her business she stopped the machine and stood in front of me. "Don't hit my face, I've got a show this evening." Hayoon picked up a ball and took her position.

"Why the fuck are you here?" I asked, my voice showed how much unwanted her presence was.

"Geez Seokjin, I'm here to play tennis."

"Go play on the other side, leave me alone."

"They are already four and they don't like me that much. I wonder why." Her eyes narrowed.

"Then go play with your boyfriend."

"He's out with Sunhee." My body stiffened upon her mention. She was on my mind the whole time but hearing her name had a different effect on me. So that's why she left in the early morning, didn't even glance at me but went out with her friend.

Wait till we get back to Seoul. I'll make sure that Taehyung doesn't even have time to breathe.

"Okay." Hayoon looked at me with a slight hint of skepticism, wondering how I agreed so  easily but she shrugged her shoulders and took her position. She delivered the tennis ball, and I hit it as hard as I could. Sharp sound filled the air and I saw wide eyed Hayoon running to hit the ball but missed.

"What the fuck Seokjin." She yelled.

"What?" I picked up a ball, bouncing it in my hand.

"Stop being a jerk and play properly."

"You're the only one who ain't playing properly."

"Is your panties twisted because of what happened between you and Sunhee?" My body stiffened again and I looked at her.

"What?" I glared at her.

"Sunhee told Taehyung what happened between you guys and he told me." I clenched my teeth.

I swear I'm gonna kill Taehyung.

"None of your fucking business. If you don't wanna play, get lost." I threw my racket and marched to the bench. I sat down and drank almost half a bottle of water. I was already in a bad mood and Hayoon made it worse.

"Do you even like Sunhee? Or are you playing with her?" She sat beside me and asked. I took a deep breath and scowled at her. "I accept that our friendship started off a bit materialistic from my side but later I genuinely found a good person and friend in her. So if you are trying to fuck with her then stop, leave her alone."

"Shut the fuck up." She knew nothing yet she had the audacity to question my love for Sunhee.

"I won't. She is my friend and you don't hurt my friend." She hissed.

"Do you fucking think I want to hurt her!?" I yelled, frustrated by her annoying nosy behavior. "It eats me up to push her away because there are so many factors that scream we can't be together!" I ran my fingers through my hair and took a deep breath. "I can't tell her I'm married, it's too late. We're too deep for that." I regretted lying to her about my marital status, but again would we have been what we are today if I didn't lie? It didn't matter, sooner and later Sunhee was bound to know this. But not right now, not when we are already messed up.

I'll tell her when the time is right.

"Seokjin." Her voice was now filled with pity.

"I tried to work on our divorce but Mr. Mae said it might take more time. And I know why, he probably told my father and he stuffed his mouth with money to not to work on it." I sighed. "And this is not the only thing, she is a rising model, and I'm her boss. If in future our dating scandal comes out her entire career would be in question. I don't want that…" Bile rose in my throat as I thought of the words I was going to say. "I would rather let her go— which I shouldn't but I can't. I tried to distance myself from her but I always cross it. I take two steps back but end up taking four steps forward." I sighed, running my hands through my hair, messing it up just like my mental state.

"Seokjin." Hayoon sighed. "Either you fight for her or leave her. Stop being in between."

"Do you think it's easy!?"

"It's not easy but it's better than hurting each other. You're holding her back, if you love her I'm sure you'll ready face everything ahead of you. Every problem and every shit you'll face in a relationship. But if you are a coward, then leave her. You're ruining your today by worrying about tomorrow. Instead of pushing her away, you should be with her. Relationships are supposed to have ups and downs. If you worry about those ups and downs rather than cherishing each, than back the fuck off. Relationships are not for you so don't hold her back, there are enough men who'll cross the ocean for her. Scandals are small things, people talk about it today and forget it tomorrow. And about your marriage? Be transparent and tell her everything." She talked like a love guru who knew everything about relationships and love.

It enraged me how she called me a coward without knowing what storms I went through. How each night I lay awake in my bed and think about every minute thing which could possibly go wrong and put Sunhee in risk, put us in risk. I knew I was hanging her, and it was selfish of me to keep her in the middle, to keep her in the dark but at this point I couldn't do anything. We were at that point where I couldn't let her go and nor could I tell her what I felt.

And it was suffocating. Seeing her so close to me but not able to hold her properly. Closing the distance that our lips are almost touching but not able to kiss her. Wanting to say so many words but not able to say them out loud. Showing her how much I want her but not able to tell her.

It made me infuriate knowing how anyone could take her away from me. Knowing that there are people who would worship her better than I could ever, treat her like a queen; what she truly deserves. Not someone like me who can't even tell her how much I love her.

"Did you tell Taehyung about your husband?" I asked, and upon my question Hayoon's face turned pale. I scoffed, what a hypocrite.

"I will soon, I just need some time." Exactly.

I stood up and took my bottle. I gave Hayoon a last look, and walked away from her. I slid the key card and as soon as I opened the door I was greeted by loud familiar laugh and background noise which were probably coming from the TV. My heart relaxed as I finally got to hear her voice, even if it wasn't for me. I strolled to the living room, hearing her occasional laugh. I smiled when I saw her sprawling on the sofa. She was wearing loose tee and shorts, a slice of pizza in one hand while another held a can of beer.

My smile disappeared when her eyes fell on me. It hurt me when her smile faded into a tight line and she sat straight. I tore my gaze from her as I was caught staring at her— which I did.

Quick, say something to distract her from thinking that I was staring at her which I actually was but let's just make her forget that shit.

"You're not supposed to eat that." I regretted the words which left my mouth. She glared at me and threw the pizza slice in the pizza box, making me wince. She stood up and was about to stomp to her our— her room. My eyes widened, if she got inside I knew she would ignore me for the rest of the day.

Before she could climb up the stairs I crossed the distance and grabbed her hand, turning her around. Her eyes widened and gasped, trying to free her hand from my grip.

"What the fuck Seokjin." She hissed, talking to me for the first time in more than 12 hours. 

"I…" I didn't know what to say. I didn't think about it, all I knew was that I don't want her to lock herself in the room again. I wanted to see her, spend time with her and hear talk. "I actually wanted to inform you that… Oh! As you know Paris Fashion Week is today, which you're attending— with me. And the after party after that show too." I winced as I realized how bad I fumbled with my words. I took a deep breath and spoke.

"What?" She sounded angry, I didn't know why.

"You'll be attending Paris Fashion Week and a private after party with me to make contacts and see how things work behind the scenes. Think of it as part of your work. And since this is unannounced, I'm very well aware you don't have appropriate clothes to attend the party so we'll go on shopping. Right now." She managed to free her hand and crossed her hands.

"I don't want to."

"I didn't ask. Get ready. Right now."

"But it starts in the late evening. We have plenty of time." She glared at me.

"Yeah, I know. But shopping will take time, getting ready, doing makeup and hair will take time." I replied.

She didn't say anything but turned her back and walked away from me. I sighed and padded back to the sofa. I need to fix things between us as soon as possible but I don't know where to start. I closed my eyes, I was exhausted, mentally exhausted. After a few minutes of rest I stood up and walked to our room, hesitating to open the door.

I knocked on the door twice and opened the door, finding Sunhee looking at me. My cheeks were red when I saw her with wet hair and wearing nothing but a robe. I tore my wide eyes from her nonchalant one and hurried to get my clothes and once I took them I scurried. I took a deep breath when I reached the other room. I could hear the loud beating of my poor heart and my entire body felt hot.

Sunhee was not good for my health.

I gulped and shook my head, trying to remove those images of her but no matter how hard I tried I couldn't forget how fucking sexy she looked in that robe.

I wish I could untie the knot.

My eyes widened when I realized what the fuck I was thinking. I slapped myself, I was such a bad person. Instead of apologizing for what I did, I was thinking of undressing her and fucking her. I groaned, I needed to shower.

I took a quick shower and dressed up in black pants and light blue shirt. I kept the top buttons open and sprayed my signature perfume. Once I was done with styling my hair and making an arrangement call, I walked out of the room. I climbed down the stairs and I saw Sunhee who was waiting for me. I gulped and tried hard to pretend neutral but I knew I was all red thinking about what I saw a few minutes ago.

I shook my head, and instead of fantasizing what I saw earlier I studied what she was wearing. Her hair was tied in a messy bun, which showed she didn't put much effort on. She was wearing a combat jeans and black baby tee which said 'take me to an art museum and fuck me in the bathroom'. My eyes narrowed, why would she wear a t-shirt with something like that printed on it.

"Sunhee." I called her out, drawing her attention from her phone. "Let's go." She didn't say anything but followed me. The entire time she was quiet, from the elevator ride to the car ride— not a single word. She was either busy with her phone, or looking outside the window.

"We are here." I announced. I got out of the car and jogged the other side to open the door but disappointment lashed on my face when Sunhee opened the door and got out. She looked at the surroundings and her face churned into confusion. She must be questioning why I brought her to an eerie alley. "This way." I drew her attention and led the way, which was the back entrance of my favorite boutique in Paris. I saw a sales associate standing at the back entrance of the boutique, with a polite smile on her face.

"Welcome to ciel de boutique." She welcomed us. "As you asked we kept the shop closed for the time being when you're here, only selective staff is here. We have prepared the best signature pieces for your wife, just like you asked." My ears went red and I looked at Sunhee who was busy admiring the shop. I was very much relieved that she doesn't understand french.

"Thank you." I replied. She nodded and smiled.

"Would you like to see what we have prepared for you or would you like to assist you while you take a look around the shop." She asked Sunhee, but she just looked at her in confusion. Her confused eyes lit up and she reached to her phone, which I realized why.

"She is asking if you want to see the dress they prepare for you or wanna take a look around." I translated. She didn't reply to me, but she aggressively typed on her phone and showed it to the lady. She read whatever typed on the phone and motioned us toward a particular direction. She asked me to sit on the sofa, and led Sunhee to the rack where they put their best dress on display. Sunhee strolled, picked up dresses and took a proper look at them.

I sighed, she again ignored me and I couldn't help but feel that dull pain in my heart. I decided to take my attention away from her and took out my phone, checking important messages and mails. I asked Ms. Park how she was doing, how I could forget her. Without her my workload increased.

Time to time my eyes found their way to Sunhee who tried on a few dresses. I couldn't help but admire how beautiful she looked in each dress. I studied how her face lit up while looking at herself in the mirror. Her face gleamed as she twirled around, which made me smile; which made me realize how doomed I was.

My eyes lingered on the curtain, Sunhee took a dress with her to change but she was there for quite some time which made me worried. Worried she might be stuck and needed help, which is a most likely situation to occur while wearing and trying on a new dress. And seeing our condition right now, she was least likely to ask for my help.

When I was about to stand up, Sunhee walked out from behind the curtains— making my jaw drop. She was wearing a skimpy satin baby pink dress, which had diamond spaghetti straps. It fit her perfectly, enhancing her figure. I gulped, heat spread across my body as I saw her walking out and standing in front of the mirror, turning around to talk a good look. She smirked when her eyes fell on me through the mirror, she knew what effect she had on me.

"How do I look?" She asked, in English.

"I—" I was speechless, I couldn't find words in my dry throat. "You look stunning—"

"Notvyou." She turned around, looking straight in my eyes. "I'm asking you." Her eyes fell behind me. My eyebrows creased and I turned around to see a male associate standing behind me.

"Me!?" He exclaimed, his eyes wide as he looked between me and Sunhee. His accent was American, explaining pretty well why I saw no staff here. The female associated must have ask him to fill in as he know how to speak English.

"Yes you… Alex." She read her badge. "Tell me how I look." I clenched my jaw when Sunhee smiled. I was no dumb to understand what she was doing but yet it made my blood boil.

"I— How can I—" That poor boy was terrified, he was sweating under my hard gaze.

"Answer me Alex, I need to know if I should buy this or not." She smirked, making me more angry. She should have kept this between us, but she had to involve another man.

"You look sexy." He replied. My temper skyrocketed when I heard those words. I felt so fucking angry that I thought my veins will pop.

"Perfect." She smiled, so beautifully, for another man. "I'm buying this. Though I need matching accessories with it." She fucking pouted.

"Yes ma'am, this wa—"

"You're not buying this." My voice showed how infuriated I was. Sunhee's face turned sour.

"And who the fuck are you to order me around?" She sneered. "My boyfriend?" She let out a sarcastic scoff. A dark look spread over my face, I gritted my teeth when I wasn't able to answer her question again. I want to be able to do anything, again. I stood there in silence, just like last night. "Thought so." She rolled her eyes and walked past me.

"I'm buying this." She announced again.

"Yes ma'am. This way, I'll show you the footwear first." I saw her smiling as they walked away from my sight.

I gritted my teeth, my whole body felt so hot. I clenched my fingers and resisted the primal urge to grab the near vase and throw it across the wall. I grabbed my hand and took a deep breath, trying to calm the violent storm which was raging in me.

This wasn't going to end well for me. Seeing her with another man, boiled my blood. She did that purposely, knew what it would do, knowing well it will pain me as much as it will make me angry. But she did it anyway. If this is going to be like this, her making me jealous while me knowing any man can snatch her away from me, we have a rough path ahead.

Which isn't going too well. For me, for her, for us.

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A/N

Did I mention Seokjin is short-tempered and possessive? Get jealous but only if made jealous?

Isn't he so hot and babygirl?

I agree Sunhee is hre toxic but she is also fed up from this push and pull and now my girl wants answer from him. Understand.

Understand both character here. One wants and another can't answer.

Don't come with "Seokjin should talk to Sunhee and tell her everything."

N.O.

We like drama, we like heartbreaks, we like angst, we like sad sex.

I hope you guys liked Seokjin's perspective.

Also, your girl is having exams, so imma be busy till 6th :') pray for me.

3.7k words :") during exams. Fuck me but I can't stop writing + thinking about them.

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