Double update yay! I hope I ain't rushing this...

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Jungkook takes the beer and tries to get it all down. It's currently 5 am, and he swears he's about to die. The other CEOs, who are mostly elder men, are all still awake for some weird reason, drinking even more than Jungkook.

"Fuck-" Jungkook grunts as he slams the empty beer glass against the table.

"Even Jungkook can do it!" one of the others cheers.

They are at a bar and there's still a lot of life in here. People are pretty wasted by now, but some are still dancing and drinking around them.

When did he sign up for this?

"Hey, where's that pretty husband of yours?" one of the fat old CEOs comments with a giggle. Jungkook has to hold himself back form not ripping the other's head off. Mostly because the elder man is an important business partner, and he has always had an eye towards Taehyung. Disgusting.

"He's at home, thank you," Jungkook coldly comments.

"Are you sure about that?" one of the others asks. Jungkook looks at him in confusion, raising an eyebrow.

"I saw him leaving with some guy at the party?"

Jungkook stills. He did wonder why Taehyung didn't come to inform him he went home, but he didn't think much about it... they weren't really on good terms there.

"Who?"

"Hm? Don't know, some guy from the clothing department."

Sehun.

Jungkook stands immediately from the table, pushing his way through people who yell at him to stop annoying them. But he doesn't care, he just walks outside and walks down the sidewalk at a fast pace.

He knows where Sehun lives, they have had meetings there before. He just helped Taehyung home, don't worry, the younger tries to convince himself.

He slowly starts running, feeling the alcohol affecting his sight. He ignores it and runs faster.

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Taehyung slowly opens his eyes, meeting with a faith light from the window beside him. He tries to sit up and lets out a groan due to the pumping headache in the back of his head. He takes a hand to his hair to soothe the pain, sitting still for a second.

After the horrible feeling calms down, he looks around. He's not in a familiar room. The clock on the nightstand shows 5:15 am. It's still very early. He sighs for waking up so early, but that thought is quickly dismissed when he feels someone move beside him.

With big eyes and a confusing feeling in his stomach, he turns his head.

There's Sehun, lying with his eyes closed, peacefully sleeping. He's not wearing a shirt, only the thin covers are hiding his muscular chest and stomach.

Taehyung's mind starts going hardwire. What is he doing here? Why's Sehun beside him? Why is he-

Why is he naked himself?

Taehyung looks down and sees that he is indeed completely naked except for his boxers. He sees his clothes nicely folded on the floor.

He doesn't remember anything.

In frustration, his eyes get even wider and he grabs his hair tightly. His breath starts getting rapid, his mind thinking about what might have happened in this room.

It can't be true.

Just as he's about to get a panic attack, the door to the bedroom is kicked open forcefully. Taehyung flinches and looks up, meeting eye to eye with his husband. His one and only, the most important person in his life.

The loud sound caused Sehun to wake up in shock, looking up in confusion.

"W-What's happening?" he asks. That's until he sees Jungkook in the door. The raven has an expression on his face that's not really easy to read, but it's soon replaced by something completely different.

Rage.

Jungkook doesn't even say a word before he rushes forward, throwing a perfect and killing punch right to the side of Sehun's face.

The other falls from the bed and lands against the floor with a loud thud, a yelp escaping his lips. He looks up in fear as he sees another fist come in the direction of his head, hitting him harshly so he's pressed even closer to the ground.

Taehyung jumps from the bed in surprise and fear, running around the bed immediately.

"Jungkook stop!" he yells, but the younger ignores him completely as he keeps throwing punches.

"Stop!" Taehyung grabs onto Jungkook's bicep, helplessly trying to hold the raging beast back, but it's no use. He's pushed back so he stumbles a little, but he doesn't give up and starts grabbing a hold around Jungkook's arm again.

"Jungkook stop! H-He hasn't done anything!" the elder tries. This seems to make something click in the younger's head, and he turns roughly, making Taehyung stumble back once again.

The eyes Taehyung are met with are something he has never seen before. And something he never wishes to see again. Jungkook's eyes show so much hatred the elder almost feels his world crumbling around him right there. He feels his stomach tighten as he can't see anything before him. Not a single memory telling him that Sehun indeed has done nothing wrong.

"Don't touch me," Jungkook spits before he runs out of the room, smacking the door behind him.

Silence...

"No! no, no, no," Taehyung paces around the bed, grabbing his clothes and is just about to run through the door. He stops on his track and turns to Sehun who's coughing and bleeding.

"Please tell me nothing happened," he almost cries. The other looks up, he tries to keep eye contact, but he can't.

"W-We only kissed..." he says.

Taehyung feels the tears in his eyes run over and down his cheeks. He kissed another man. He sobs loudly before running out the door, clumsily getting his clothes on. He needs to get to Jungkook. Now.

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"Jungkook wait!"

Somehow, Taehyung was able to catch up with the younger right before their house. He runs up to him and grabs his wrist, pulling them both to a stop. He feels himself totally out of breath from running, the adrenalin pumping through his veins.

"P-Please wait..."

Oh, how hell is about to break loose.

"For what? For you to tell me you cheated? With fucking Sehun!?" the younger turns and looks at his husband with hate, confusion, and sadness.

Taehyung can almost feel his heart break at the sight, the tears still running from his eyes.

"P-Please listen Jungkook, we didn't... we didn't go that far-"

"That far? You stepping into his apartment was one step too much to begin with! What did you fucking do!?" Jungkook spits the question. Taehyung yelps at the volume of his voice, feeling his shoulders tense.

"W-We only kissed-"

"ONLY!?"

"I don't remember anything Jungkook! Please believe me, I didn't... I didn't..."

Jungkook knows that Taehyung is speaking the truth. The elder is almost crumbling, his body is shaking and his eyes are so sad and regretful Jungkook almost loses his posture.

He sighs and looks away, harshly trying to fight his own tears.

"H-How could you?" he stutters.

Taehyung looks down. He doesn't even remember, but something in him must have followed Sehun's lead... something in him wanted it.

"It's... it's because things have been difficult lately Jungkook..."

"What the hell are you talking about?" The younger turns angrily.

"Don't you see it!? We don't do anything except for sex, and you're just working all the time!" Taehyung blurs out. He knows he doesn't have the right to speak at the moment, but he just can't keep in the frustration anymore.

"That's something you're supposed to talk to me about!? Not go out and stick your tongue in some other guy's throat?" his eyebrows furrow, his body tightening at the thought about anyone's hands on his Taehyung.

The elder grabs his hair in frustration, trying to remember, just a little bit... but there's nothing, nothing at all.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for it Jungkook! I love you, you know that-"

"Save it, I can't take more of this tonight." Jungkook angrily huffs. He's so mad right now he's about to explode, but Taehyung's words hit deep in his heart. He knows things have been different lately, but he never thought... he never thought it would go this far. Why didn't he notice?

"Jungkoo-"

"You're sleeping on the couch," the younger cuts him off.

After that, the raven turns around and walks towards their house. Taehyung bites his lip and slowly starts following, not knowing about the tears that are streaming down Jungkook's cheeks right now.

The brunette sniffles as he walks inside, heading towards the living room. He keeps crying, almost gasping at the painful feeling in his chest. He grabs a blanket and places himself against the rather uncomfortable sofa.

He fucked up. Oh god, he fucked up badly.

He shuts his eyes tightly and drags the thin blanket to his chin, holding in the ugly sounds of his crying.

It's so cold.