The Other Woman→𝙆𝙏𝙃

[Thirty Four; A Step Closer ]

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"Jina, why the fuck is he naked?"

I grumble, folding my arms together as I send daggers through my eyes to my personal headache—also known as Taehyung, who is in the middle of the living room, acting like he's in a fitness commercial.

"Girl, he's fully clothed."

"No, he's not!"

The man is wearing a white tank top that clings to his ridiculously broad shoulder and joggers that's... too much for decency. 

He's basically naked. 

I groan, throwing my head back. 

Who gave me this brilliant idea to set boundaries between me and him? Right, me. For my sister's sake. Now, I'm paying the price. And Taehyung, the grandest asshole alive, is milking it for all it's worth.

I swear he's doing this on purpose.

He glances up from his workout and, of course, smirks. 

"Can you put some clothes on?" I snap as my eyes bore into him.

Taehyung pauses mid-push-up, his head turning just enough to meet my death glare with an infuriatingly smug grin. "I am perfectly dressed."

This fucker. 

"I am almost done."

"No, you'll be done now."

Taehyung has the nerve to chuckle as he finishes his set. Then he grabs a water bottle, chugging it down with exaggerated slowness, his Adam's apple bobbing with every gulp. When he finally lowers the bottle, he flashes me a smile. "No, I am good." 

"You are clearly having too much fun with it?"

"Am I, wife? Besides, the workout really strained my muscles."

He grabs the hem of his shirt, and before I can stop him—he pulls it off. The offending fabric lands somewhere on the floor, leaving him bare from the waist up.

Oh, for fucks sake!

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As soon I enter the company lobby, a loud thud breaks through, followed by a gasp. My eyes snap to the source. A figure sprawled on the marble floor near the entrance. 

Lilly. 

She's gripping her arm, her face contorted in pain.

"Lilly!" I call, rushing toward her. By the time I reach her, a small crowd has already gathered. I push past them, kneeling beside her. She's pale, her breaths shallow, blood seeping through her trembling fingers as she tries to hold onto it.

"What happened?" 

"I—I slipped," she stammers, wincing. "Didn't see the wet floor sign."

I hiss at the sight of her injury. It's bad.

"We need to get you to a hospital," I say firmly, glancing at the onlookers. "Someone call building management and make sure they clean this up before someone else gets hurt."

"Y/n, I'm fine—" Lilly protests weakly.

"You're not fine," I interrupt, carefully taking her uninjured hand to help her to her feet. "Come on. I'll take you myself."

I know we are not on good terms, but shes a good friend of my twin and the fiancee of my friend. Even if she was a stranger, I would've still helped her.  Without waiting for an answer, I drape her good arm over my shoulder for support and guide her toward the exit.