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Namjoon couldn't sleep all night ever since he heard the words Joanna exchanged with the dancer. He kept shifting on the bed and got up, not finding comfort in the bed he was sharing with his wife.

He left the room and rested his body on the couch in the living room while trying to force his body to sleep with the help of the champaign he grabbed from the kitchen earlier.

In less than an hour, Namjoon finally drifted to sleep, however, he was met by a headache the moment he woke up the next morning.

He whined as he held his head in his hand. Joanna quickly place her hand on Namjoon, saying "are you feeling okay?"

However, Namjoon immediately pulled himself away from her grasp as a reflex action. She felt the sudden change in attitude and asked, "Did you drink a lot? Do you want me to make you a hangover soup?"

He looked up at her, making eye contact and tried to convince himself that what he saw in her eyes was sincerity; therefore, he nodded, and she went to the kitchen to make him the soup.

Namjoon followed her and watched her from a distance as she took out the tiny bottle she was given by the dancer, from her apron's pocket and sneakily pour some of the liquid into the soup.

His eyes which were now filled with sadness and despair took a better glance at the tiny bottle and plastered a smile on his face when he saw a sign he recognizes on the bottle.

He went back to sit on the couch when she came back with the soup. "Drink it while it's still warm," Joanna said with a fake smile that Namjoon already got used to.

When she placed the soup in front of him, Namjoon got up and locked eyes with her which made her suddenly feel uncomfortable.

"What's wrong?" She asked, but she suddenly became speechless when Namjoon pulled her arm, making her back land harshly against his chest. He put a hand on her abdomen, pulling her more into him.

Joanna instantly felt nausea as she reminisced the moves. Without realisation she tilted her head and just like how the dancer did, Namjoon lowered his head at the same place the dancer kissed, but instead of kissing her, he whispered, "thank you for ending my misery."

He instantly pushed Joanna and drank a big portion of the soup before his whole body was struck with pain and collapsed while flashing her a smile.

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Namjoon was never a bad person and neither was Joanna, but both of them had different dreams and different circumstances.

Namjoon wanted a quiet and a normal family, but Joanna wanted money, fam and to dance freely. She found that dancing freedom in her dance partner. She found fam in that theatre, and she found money when Namjoon was confirmed dead.

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Thank you for reading this really short short story.

I don't know if you liked it or not, but I hope you at least are not regretting giving this book a chance.

I also want to say sorry for the sad ending ^-^

-👑 Noorie