The Other Woman→𝙆𝙏𝙃

[Twenty Seven; A hug?]

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[TAEHYUNG]
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My wife is acting strange.

Strangely, she hasn't been the same since the night Aunt Mae. Well, she hasn't been truly fine since the night she found out about Suah's death-but this is different. There's something more. Something I can't put my finger on.

I can feel it.

Call me batshit crazy, but I can sense that there's something heavy, something dreadful lurking in that mind of hers.

I am losing my goddamn mind too. Fuck that, I have been losing my mind since the night I forcefully proposed Y/n to marry me.

Now, I'm sitting on Ila's couch, supposedly enjoying dinner. Yet the only person I can think about is my wife. I did ask her if she wanted to join me tonight, but she refused. Now, I have caught the case of peak insanity because I am overanalyzing the way she refused me.

'I do not feel like going, you may go if you want to.'

There is so much to dissect here. First of all, she never talks like that. My wife is anything but formal. She will give me a stink-eye before calling me a few colourful names that will have Satan himself blushing Actually, she didn't even look me in the eye, now that I think about it.

She has been avoiding my eyes a lot lately.

And when I went to Jimin with my analysis, he laughed at my face and called me crazy. That little shit.

Whatever he says, I am certain something is off.

What are you hiding, Kim Y/n?

''Tae!''

My best friend calls me, snapping me out of my thoughts consisting of a certain woman. She hands me a bowl of pasta before settling beside me on the couch, smiling like she doesn't have a care in the world. I smile at her. It doesn't help the fact that my best friend has the same face as my wife. Even looking at Ila, is now reminding me of Y/n.

Ila. Y/n.

There's something else that has been bothering me lately.

''Illy.'' I call out.

"Hmm?" She looks up, still smiling as she stabs her fork into her pasta.

''Remember that casserole we used to have at my nanna's cottage?''

She blinks, then chuckles. "Of course, what about it? Are you craving casserole now? Should I make it for you?"

Never mind.

Call me crazy again, but that night, when I was speaking to Mae, I was subconsciously listing all the things Illy and I shared when we were young. It was a word vomit. Making that casserole for Y/n and Aunt Mae brought back a lot of memories. And next thing I knew, I was listing things off my most cherished memories like they belonged to Y/n.

Why did I do that?

And why did Y/n not correct me?

When Mae asked me those questions about Y/n, my answers came before I could even stop myself. And yet, everything I said that night-every answer-was right. Either Y/n nd Ila have far more in common than I ever realised, or I'm officially losing it.

Or maybe, Y/n didn't correct me because we were in front of Mae.

But then again, I know my answers were correct. Y/n has an awful obsession with the colour blue. She doesn't realise, but she always reaches for the blue post-it notes at work. Or even the blue highlighter, even her notebook is baby blue. When she goes to her yoga lessons with Jina, she wears those forsaken, cursed pair of yoga sets that hugs her body too much for my liking. She loves to cook Ramen and have those chocolates when she is stressed, and marrying me made those recipes a recurring occurrence in our house. And don't get me started on those ridiculous transaction on the amount of peonies she buys. She always says its for Jina. She apparently is trying to fix Jina's mood after years of staying with me. My wife thinks I gave Jina too much trauma and that's why she is always sad and grumpy.