Third person's pov

Jungkook was sitting on the park bench, his face buried in his hands, crying his heart out. "I wa-aited for you," he choked out between sobs.

Taehyung was also crying.

"I know, Jun-ngkook. I know," Taehyung said, his voice was shaky. He took a tentative step closer but hesitated,

Suddenly, Taehyung's phone rang, breaking the emotional tension. The ringtone was a cheerful, "Chicken is here!" jingle. Jungkook looked up, his eyes red and swollen, and stared at Taehyung while wiping his nose with his sleeve.

Taehyung felt a rush of embarrassment. "Wait a second," he mumbled. He moved a little aside to answer the call. "Hello?"

It was Heejin, "Appa, it's 8:30. You said you’d be back by 8. Where are you?"

Taehyung glanced at Jungkook, still hunched over in tears. "I have something to take care of. I’ll be home a little late. Bye," he said quickly, cutting the call before Heejin could respond.

Turning back to Jungkook, Taehyung saw him still crying, hiccuping uncontrollably.

"I’ll be back in a second," Taehyung said softly. Then he started running towards the nearest store, his breath coming in gasps.

At the store, he burst through the door, startling the cashier. "I need a pack of tissues and a bottle of water—wait, make that a bottle of banana milk," he said, still catching his breath.

The cashier raised an eyebrow but nodded, fetching the items. "You should sit down for a bit, sir. At your age, you shouldn’t be running," he said kindly.

Taehyung bristled. "What’s wrong with my age? I’m only 45!" he muttered, talking the items and heading back to the park.

When he returned, Jungkook was still on the bench, tears streaming down his face. Taehyung handed him the tissues and the banana milk. Jungkook took them with wide, teary eyes, still hiccuping like a child.

"Thank y-you," Jungkook whispered, opening the tissue packet and pulling one out. He wiped his nose and eyes, then looked at Taehyung. "Your nose is running too," he said, offering a tissue.

Taehyung sniffed and took the tissue, wiping his nose. "Thanks," he said,

Jungkook then opened the bottle of banana milk and took a long sip, trying to calm his hiccups. "Yo-ou rememb-bered," he said quietly, looking up at Taehyung.

Taehyung sat down beside him, maintaining a respectful distance. "Of course," he replied softly.

They sat in silence for a few moments, the sounds of the park around them—the rustling leaves, the distant laughter of children—filling the void.

After Jungkook calmed down, Taehyung looked at him with soft eyes. "Should we talk now?"

Jungkook nodded, wiping the last of his tears away with the tissue. They both sat in silence for a couple of minutes, the air between them thick between them. Finally, Jungkook broke the silence. "How are your children?"

Taehyung smiled, a genuine warmth spreading across his face. "They're good. You know, when I first adopted them, I had no idea what to do with them. But now, I don’t know what to do without them.........they’ve become my world."

Jungkook returned the smile slightly, "You were always good with kids."

Taehyung smiled softly. "Do you have any children?"

Jungkook nodded. "Yeah, I have two sons."

"When did you get married?" Taehyung asked, looking down.

Jungkook's expression darkened slightly as he recalled the painful memories. "A few days after your marriage."

"How did you know about my marriage? I forgot to ask you before."

Jungkook took a deep breath and began to recount the past.

Jungkook's past:

Jungkook was in his room, tears streaming down his face as he sat on the edge of his bed. His parents stood in front of him, their faces firm.

Mr. Jeon spoke first, his voice cold, "You have no other choice, Jungkook. You have to get married."

Jungkook shook his head vigorously, his voice trembling with desperation. "NO! He’s fucking 49 and I’m 23!"

Mrs. Jeon slapped him hard across the face, the sound echoing through the room. "Watch your tone and language!"

Jihoon, standing a few feet away, intervened. "Eomma, don't hit him. It's a sensitive matter for him." His tone was cold, but there was a glint of concern in his eyes.

It is true that when Jihoon found out about Jungkook's actions, he was really angry and felt no sympathy for him but now, after 3 months he had started feeling pity and softness for him.

Mr. Jeon ignored Jihoon's words, his focus solely on Jungkook. "So what should I do? Leave him alone so he can run away again?"

Yujin nodded his head, agreeing with their father. "Appa is right, hyung."

Jihoon shot Yujin a stern look. "Yujin, did I give you the right to speak in my conversation?"

Yujin looked down, chastised. "Sorry, hyung."

Mr. Jeon remained unmoved. "I will do what I want, and Jungkook, you are getting married in four days. That's final."

Jungkook was shaking his head continuously, his mind reeling from the shock. "No, please, Appa..."

Mr. Jeon, Mrs. Jeon, and Yujin left the room, leaving Jihoon and Jungkook alone. Jihoon walked over to the door, his hand on the doorknob, ready to leave. Jungkook reached out and grabbed his wrist, his grip desperate. "Hyung, please. Please help me."

Jungkook's wails echoed through the room, raw and heart-wrenching. Jihoon just patted his head gently,

"Jungkook, control your feelings and accept this proposal. If Appa isn’t listening to me, he definitely won’t listen to you." With that, Jihoon left, leaving Jungkook alone with his despair.

After a few hours........

It was nighttime, and Jungkook was still lying on his bed, his eyes red and swollen from crying. The door to his room creaked open, and Yujin entered, carrying a tray with a bowl of soup.

"Eat something," Yujin said, his voice firm but not unkind.

Jungkook didn’t even look up. "No, let me die. It will be better."

Yujin's patience wore thin. "Jungkook, I’m telling you to get up and eat something."

Jungkook sat up, his eyes blazing, "And I’m telling you to let me die."

Yujin walked over to Jungkook and set the tray down on the bedside table. "You’re not agreeing to the proposal because of that jerk, right? Let me tell you something. He’s getting married tomorrow!"

Jungkook's eyes widened in disbelief. "Wh-hat are yo-ou sayi-ing?"

Yujin pulled out his phone and scrolled through his messages, finally showing Jungkook a picture of a wedding invitation card.

"You don’t believe me? Read the names. Kim Taehyung is getting married to Kim Ara. My friend sent this to me yesterday because he’s Taehyung’s brother's friend and is invited to the wedding. I didn’t want to show it to you, but you’ve left me with no choice. Now eat something and stop this nonsense."

Jungkook stared at the invitation, his mind struggling to process the information. The words seemed to blur together, but the names were clear as day. Kim Taehyung and Kim Ara. His world crumbled around him, and he felt an unbearable weight settle on his chest.

Yujin picked up the tray and gave it to Jungkook.

Jungkook didn’t resist. His mind was numb, and he felt like he was moving through a fog. The next day, with his spirit crushed, he agreed to the proposal and got married four days later.

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The wedding night was a blur. As Jungkook arrived at the Park mansion and entered, he was welcomed by the haunting silence.

He noticed a young boy, around five years old, watching TV in the living room. When the boy saw Mr. Park, he quickly stood up and ran to his room.

Mr. Park, Jungkook’s husband, threw his coat onto a chair and barked, "Get me a coffee and get that bastard down here."

Jungkook asked timidly, "Bastard?"

Mr. Park's face twisted with rage, and he slapped Jungkook hard across the face. "You dared to talk back to me!"

Jungkook shook his head, the sting of the slap radiating through his cheek. "N-no, I... I didn’t mean to..."

"Go get my coffee and bring that boy down here!" Mr. Park thundered.

Jungkook nodded quickly, his heart pounding. He had no idea where the kitchen was or where the boy had run off to, but he had to obey. He stumbled through the mansion, trying to find his way.

He finally found the kitchen after several minutes of wandering. The room was large, filled with stainless steel appliances and marble countertops.

Jungkook took a deep breath, trying to steady his trembling hands as he searched for the coffee supplies.

After a few minutes, he managed to make a cup of coffee and carried it carefully back to the living room. Mr. Park took the cup without a word and pointed towards the staircase. "Now go get that boy."

Jungkook hesitated for a moment but then quickly made his way upstairs. He found the boy's room at the end of the hall, the door slightly ajar. He knocked gently before pushing it open.

The boy was sitting on his bed and looking outside the window.

"Hi," Jungkook said softly, trying to smile despite everything. "Your... um, Mr. Park wants you to come downstairs."

The boy didn’t move. He just stared at Jungkook, with plain eyes, " Get out!"

Jungkook took a step closer. "Please, come downstairs."

"Did he married a deaf one this time?....I am saying get out can't you understand!"

Jungkook flinched but still didn't moved from his position because honestly he didn't knew what else to do.

After a few pleadings, the boy slowly uncurled from his position and slid off the bed. Jungkook extended his hand, and after a moment's hesitation, the boy took it. Together, they walked back downstairs.

When they reached the living room, Mr. Park was sitting in an armchair, sipping his coffee. He looked up as they entered and scowled. "Took you long enough."

Jungkook flinched but didn’t respond. He guided the boy to stand beside him, while keeping one hand on his shoulder.

Mr. Park set his cup down with a clink and stood up. He walked over to the boy and grabbed him by the arm, yanking him forward. "Do you know what happens to boys who disobey?"

The boy whimpered, his eyes filling with tears. "Leave me, you bastard."

Mr. Park chuckled and then suddenly out of no where, kicked the boy so hard that he fell on the floor.

Jungkook gasped and tried to help the boy but Mr. Park's glare stopped him.

Mr. Park then turned his attention to Jungkook. "Now, take this thing and get out my sight, there is also a thing in the room upstairs, check if its alive or not. And don’t think about going anywhere without my permission...... got it?"

Jungkook immediately nodded his head, holding the boy close.

Flashback end.......

As Jungkook finished talking, he looked like he was ready to cry again. Taehyung looked at him, his expression one of deep sorrow. "Jungkook, I really don’t know what to say."

Jungkook shook his head, offering a faint smile. "You don’t have to say anything. I’m fine. It doesn’t bother me anymore."

They sat in silence for a while because both of them didn't knew what to say or do. Finally, Jungkook spoke again, his voice steady but soft. "I don’t have any feelings towards you anymore. I hope the same goes for you."

Taehyung’s heart pounded as he responded, "Same goes for me."

Jungkook nodded. "Then it’s good."

Taehyung stood up slowly, wiping his eyes discreetly. "If you want, we can be friends? It wouldn’t be awkward since we both don’t have feelings for each other."

Jungkook considered this for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, that sounds good."

Taehyung extended his hand, but Jungkook shook his head. "I don’t like shaking hands anymore."

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So that was all for today's chapter, I hope you enjoyed reading it?

What is your favourite part ?

Do you really think that both of them don't have feelings for eachother anymore ?

What do you think about Hyunjae’s past ?

Borahae,
Byee.

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