The chilly wind blows on us again, making the hair on my arms rise. I rub my arms down to reduce the chill. Junhyung notices and starts to take off

his own jacket.

"Um, don't. It's okay, really." I protest shyly. He takes it off and put it over my shoulders, smiling. I ducked my head shyly.

"Share it with me. You might catch a cold." I insist, offering him the jacket. He looks at me hesitantly but takes a sleeve and draped it over himself.

So both of us were under his jacket. "I'm sorry it had to be me." He spoke suddenly. I whip around and face him.

"Sorry for what?" I asked, even though I knew.

"Sorry that it's me who is here standing and not-not-him." He says apologetically. His words made a wave of guilt wash all over me down to my

toes.

"Don't- no. It's not like that. I'm grateful, really." I assure him. He scoffed but didn't reply.

"Junhyung-shii-"

"Call me yeobo. I am your husband, right?" He cuts me, smiling slyly.

I bite my lower lip, embarrassed. "Sure. Uh-yeobo-ah, I'm really, grateful, you brought me here. Really. It doesn't matter to me if it's you, or him.

Just, thank you, as long as i get to see it before I......go, I'm happy." I clarify.

Junhyung says nothing. "Are you hungry? Let's go to the nearest food shop." He changes the subject abruptly. I watch his expression, for any visible

signs of satisfaction. There wasn't.

"Shall we?" He offers his hand.
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"Aish, there are no groceries?" I mutter.

"What? Why are you mumbling to yourself?" Junhyung asks, coming into the kitchen.

"Aniya-there is no groceries for tonight's dinner." I explain.

Junhyung frowns, confused. He came over to where I was standing. "Oh, well. Let's go shop for them, then." Junhyung says with a casual shrug,

getting his car keys.

"Wha- now? Really?" I ask.

"Well? Don't you want to eat lunch?" He asks with a small smile, already backing out of the kitchen.

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"I'll carry these first to the car." Junhyung says, carrying bulky bags of spices and veggies. I nod and carried the remaining bags. All there were left

were just tissue rolls and some culinary objects. That was sweet of him to carry all the heavy items, I thought.

With a smile, I follow behind him out of the market. Junhyung was already opening his car trunk and placing the bags when two shadowy figures

came from behind him. My heart bangs against my chest. I know very well what they were going to do. I tried to run to Junhyung, but my heart

suddenly felt that it was squeezed and I couldn't breathe. I reach a hand out to Junhyung, the other grasping my chest, twisting my shirt. My heart

didn't beat. My throat closed. I wanted to scream. So badly. For Junhyung and for my pain. All that came out was a croak. At the moment, Junhyung

looks up at me with wide eyes, alarmed. The two men behind him grab his arms. My chest tightens even more, but I staggered to him with all my

might.

"Stop!" I try to yell, pounding my chest with my fist.

The two men look up at me. And I stop breathing totally. I knew them. People that reminded me of my past. The men mouth my name in surprised

and let Junghyung free. I struggled for a breath, but to no avail. With a last smile, I collapse on the floor.

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CLIFFHANGER :O