Torn between two lovers

Beomgyu's pov

"Holy shit!" I couldn't help but exclaim at the girl standing in front of the shattered mirror, bracing her palms over the cream marble counter full of small shards of glass.

She was sobbing while looking down and her long, black or dark brown hair was free falling over the sink and it made my skin crawl.

If not for the fact that she was wearing a white bathrobe I would've thought she's a ghost.

However, no matter how creepy she looked from behind, the blood dripping on the floor got the concerned citizen in me to strip and wrap my white shirt over her hands.

"Sorry miss, but we can't let you end up dying here and make the front page of the newspaper tomorrow morning."

She turned around and raised her head to look at me.

My lips went awe but her facial expression was even more shocked than mine. As if she couldn't believe we've met again.

Now the strong smell of the brandy filling the air makes sense. She really was the woman from earlier and clearly, their argument escalated into something that she became too upset about.

"You again. I'm starting to think you're stalking me." She wiped her tears off and glared at me.

"No… this is just a pure coincidence." I'm sweating at the way the conversation is going.

"I know this is kind of awkward but please let me bring you to the hospital this time around. I promise." I begged seeing her lips is getting paler by the second.

It made her smile and boy I can't believe she'd look so angelic just by doing that. Particularly when she wasn't wearing any makeup unlike the last time, her features are way softer than when they're amplified.

And her semi wet hair free falling over her curves is giving me flashbacks, especially when we're inside the empty restroom. There's a high probability I'd be day dreaming again if she didn't break it midway.

"Promises are made to be broken."

"I know right?" I let out a nervous chuckle because she must be hinting that she doesn't want to be bothered yet I'm so worried for her. "But not all the time though."

"Why are you even here Mr. boy next door? Do you plan to lock me in your bedroom "this time around"?" She smirked and ran her brown eyes over my exposed chest.

I quickly picked my suit jacket to hide at least half of my frontal body before she thinks I did this on purpose.

"O-of course not." I cleared my throat and flinched at her holding my right cheek. She even caressed it with fondness.

"No?" She said and the disappointment on her face confused the hell out of me.

"I-if you want to, I can but I have to get you treated first okay?"

Fuck. What am I even saying.

Why do I always end up like a mess in front of her? My brother already told me to avoid this woman at all costs since her husband is connected to criminals and who knows she might be one of them but here I am, so easy to get.

"Okay." She simply replied. "Just take me anywhere but here."

"How about your phone?" I only asked out of politeness but the photo left at the cracked screen of her mobile phone underneath the broken mirror showed me the reason why she was furious.

The guy earlier is caught kissing another woman in his car.

Damn it. This motherfucker's such a lucky man.

"Leave it." She uttered angrily.

"Are you sure? What if someone tries to steal it?" I stared at her reaction because her husband is a politician and the screen was stuck on that specific photo.

"Who would want a broken phone? It's not even worth it."

"But nowadays people sell information more than the gadgets."

"Even better."

I'm gonna get migraines at this point. Never seen a person like her.

"They can have it. I don't need anyone tracking me anyway." She walked away and I quickly followed her, right after I swiftly took the phone with me.

That guy can track it all he wants. It'll be amusing to see if he has the balls to ask for it at the precinct himself.

To be continued…