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Sooyoung's birthday went on as if nothing was a miss. Within 30 mintues the rest of the other members showed up at the cafe. After that a few more of Sooyoung's other celebrity friends.

The place was filled, every guest enjoying their time away from the spotlight with friends.

In the corner of the cafe on the couch, I remain by Minjae's side. His arm wrapped around my waist keeping me close.

I silently watched as everyone else had sincere smiles across their faces and laughed joyously together.

I smile at the scene, wishing to be them instead of carrying this weight of guilt in my chest. I feel a pair of lips press against my cheek.

"Do you want to head home?" Minjae whispered into my ear. His forehead rests on the side of my head as he awaits for my response.

"What about Sooyoung? It's her birthday." I turn my attention directly onto him.

"She won't mind besides she's busy with everyone else." He gestured to Sooyoung, who is dancing slowly with her boyfriend. I shift my eyes from Minjae to Sooyoung.

"Let's go." My husband's attentive stare lingers until I finally nodded my head in agreement. He interlaced our fingers together before we walk towards the front door.

"Taeyeon, are you leaving?" Sooyoung said.

"Yeah, we are going home. We had a good time. Happy Birthday again, Sooyoung." Sooyoung smiles and embraces me.

"Thank you, Tae." She patted my back then pulled away looking at me and Minjae. "Drive safely home you two."

We leave into the night. Minjae takes the wheel and drives us back to the apartment. His right hand holding mine as he drives. While my gaze chases the crescent moon barely visible in the night sky. My mind temporarily escaping from guilt's strong grip.

We walk into the apartment. Minjae closes the door shut after I enter. He encircles his arms around my waist. "Do you want to know why I wanted to come home early?"

He turns my body to face him by my waist. Minjae grins at me for a few seconds then leans in to crash his lips onto mine. "How about we work on making that baby?" He chuckles against my mouth. The answer to his own question revealed. I feel Minjae's hands begin to work on undressing me.

I stand frozen staring at the door behind his back. My heart and mind at war with each other.

You don't want this...

I have to want this...

My throat goes dry. I have to. I tightly shut my eyes. The icy air comes into contact with my upper body when Minjae tugs my shirt off. Instead of feeling warmed by his every touch, my body grows colder. His mouth collides with mine again. I ignore the shaking of my heart and the trembling of my fingers. Minjae's cold fingers press deeply into my neck, eager for more.

He travels down my neck while his hand unbuttons the front of my pants. No. I shut my eyes tightly. My lips press together as I try to suppress the lump in my throat. Tears seep out from the corners of my shut eyelids. I shake my head. I can't.

I push on Minjae's shoulder. Stop. He continues touching me. I push harder on his shoulder and he breaks away from me. I take a few steps back, my eyes set on the ground, "I can't..." I mumble. "I'm sorry..."

My words hang heavily in the air A deafening silence filling in my echoing words within seconds.

"What? Do you not want a baby with me?" He said through his teeth.

"I-I just need some time to think. We didn't talk about-"

"Why!? I love you and you love me. What more is needed?" I peek up at my husband, both his hands are by his side repetitively clenching and unclenching. Minjae's head is down, I can't see his face.

"Minjae I-"

"Unless you don't love me." He mutters lowly. His hands stopped clenching and unclenching. They stayed closed into a fist. "You want to have a baby with that Kyungho guy instead." His voice grew louder.

Minjae intensely glared at me. A shiver runs up my spine. He stepped forward.

"Don't pretend, Taeyeon. You were shamelessly staring at him and Sooyoung. You want him despite the fact that Sooyoung is your friend."

"That's not the reason." The look in his eyes feeding the guilt in me. "Minjae..." I step closer to touch his arm.

He moves his arm outward. His force pushs me away enough for me to fall against the edge of the kitchen counter. The impact causing a dull pain and a ringing in my head. "Don't touch me with your filthy hands!" I hear his angry shout after the ringing disappears. 

"You know..." Minjae couches down to my level. I repeatedly blink my eyes when I start to see two of him. He reaches his hand out to touch my skin. I flinch once I feel his touch. "You almost had me fooled."

He caresses my cheek then I feel his fingernails press into my exposed thighs, "Once a whore, always a whore." I cry out in pain until he stops.

Minjae leans in, his breath brushing against my ear. "But there's no one else that is going to love a whore like you more than I do."

He stares into my eyes, hollow and loveless. Without him realizing it he was gripping my bleeding heart in his hand. All I wanted was for the old Minjae to come back to me but looking at him now, maybe he was never there to begin with.

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Hey, guys! It's taken me some brainstorming to finish this chapter. I'm not sure if I like it or not but it brings us to the next part. Minjae hasn't changed his ways most likely never will. Things will start to change once again for Taeyeon soon. See you guys next update. Thank you very much for the support of reading, voting, and commenting! ❤

-MoonBae🌸