Jin heard a car pull up in front. He picked his head up and looked at the familiar black SUV. He expelled a shaky breath, swallowed thickly and tried to shove down the emotion brewing inside him.

He leaned away from the wall, clasping his hands behind him when the backseat door flung open and Jungkook jumped down with a big smile. He looked so happy as he climbed onto the curb and ran over, flinging his arms over Jin's neck.

"Jin," he cried. "God, I missed you so much."

He looked so good, smelled so good. Jin's heart hammered in his chest just like he could feel Jungkook's doing. But while Jungkook's racing heart was attributed to excitement, freedom and fondness Jin's own was a different thing.

When he'd received Jungkook's call, he'd been at home processing a different kind of emotion. An emotion borne from the meeting he'd had with Bambam the previous evening. An emotion he'd suffered all night and the entire morning.

His meeting with Bambam had completely shattered him. So, as Jungkook hugged him, peppering kisses on his neck and telling him how they were free because his father had finally given his blessing, Jin stood still, not hugging him back and staring blankly at the car Jungkook had come down from.

"Jesus," Jungkook gasped. "What happened to the club?" he stepped away finally taking in the result of what his mother had done.

"Your mother happened," Jin said, flatly. Speaking felt like a chore. He had to take a deep breath after his words.

"What? My-" He looked away from the building and looked over at Jin, his mouth falling open. He reached forward to touch Jin's face, his fingers grazing lightly. "What happened to you? Why are you covered in bruises?"

Again, Jin said. "Your mother happened."

"Oh my God." His chest shook as it rose and fell heavily. "What the hell? Why would she do this? She came after you?" He clasped his hand over his mouth. "When? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Why didn't I tell you? Why would I do that?" Jin asked, staring Jungkook straight in the eyes. He'd tried so hard to put a leash on his emotions but it was not possible. "You want me to tell you so that you can write about it?" He unclasped his hand from behind him and lifted it, showing Jungkook the book he was holding.

Recognition dawned in Jungkook's eyes. Jin could see the moment panic set in. "Jin," he called shakily.

"How could you do this to me?"

"Jin, let me explain."

"How could you write about my entire life in your book?!" He yelled. "You wrote about my parents! My older brother. He died because he had too much to drink?! Are you fucking kidding me! Ryujin never drank more than a glass of wine or a can of beer. I've never seen my older brother get drunk but just to sell your book, you made up lies about me and my family?!"

"No!"

"Namjoon's club was destroyed because of you! I received the beating of my life and was left in the burning building to die, because of you! I gave up my life, my friends, my education for you! I gave up the only family I have left for you! I would have done anything to free you from your parents. Jungkook, I would have given my life up for you, but you were playing me the entire time?"

"No, I wasn't," he cried, fear masking his expression.

"Is that why you're with me? Are you writing a sequel? About the stupid, always angry younger brother to the drunk driver?! Always sleeping around like a gigolo, right?! You know more about me now. I have opened myself to you. I have told you every single information about my life, but you're just going to use them for your sales, right?"

"I didn't mean to hurt you, Jin. I swear. I just started writing about you one day and I couldn't stop. I didn't know how your brother died, so I just made up a way. I didn't mean to be disrespectful."

"Of all the different ways you could come up with, you blame him for his death?" Jin asked, his glare fixated on Jungkook, vision blurred. "How could you be so cruel?" He blinked, sending a stream of tears down his cheeks.

"Jin, I'm sorry. Nothing I say can justify what I did, but I swear I wrote all of that before I got to know you. I wrote that when I was still struggling with my feelings for you. I needed an outlet and I couldn't tell anyone. So, I wrote it down. I didn't realize it was going to hurt you so much."

"You didn't realize telling the world about the most painful memories of my life was going to hurt me so much? You didn't realize that or you were too selfish to care? You know, it's funny that so many times I sat in the driver's seat and you were at the back typing away on your laptop, and I just imagined you were working on your homework or just journaling. I never interrupted you because I just concluded what you were doing had to be important. After all, you always had this focused look on your face. Had I known you were writing about my life, I would have taken that laptop from you and thrown it into the fucking river."

His heart raced and shattered at the same time. The air around was thick, suffocating and he wondered how he was still able to breathe. All he wanted to do was scream, but all he could do was stare at the person in front of him.

"I shouldn't have done that. I should have deleted it. I shouldn't have published it, Jin. You are important to me, and I care about you. I love you, and I regret it. You have to see that I would never do anything to hurt you. I really mean it."

"You shouldn't have done this. You should have done that. All I hear is regret but none of it matters right now. The truth is, if I hadn't found out, you would have done absolutely nothing about this. You would have let that fabricated story remain in the world."

"I would stop all releases. I will draw back every single copy that is out there and destroy it."

"It doesn't matter."

"Jin, I'll give you every dime I have made off it. I haven't spent a single thing from it, I promise. Please."

Jin scoffed in disbelief, shaking his head at Jungkook. "If that is going to correct the narrative about Ryujin, then give me the money. If it would take away the stain you have put on my dead brother's name and his legacy, then give me every single dime you have including your father's. It's always money with you, isn't it?"

"I didn't mean it that way."

"Then what way did you mean it? If it wasn't money then why did you publish it? You needed an outlet, fine. You took out pieces of my life and wrote about it, still fine. But you could have stopped there. You could have left it on your laptop! Why did you share it with the world? Why did you feel the need to tell the world about my anxiety? Why was it necessary to share my scars from the accidents?! Was it necessary to tell every damn person that a tree trunk went through my mother's head? Or that parts of my father's legs were picked from the back seat, just inches away from where I lay unconscious with glass and steel sherds poking out from every part of my body?! Why was it necessary?!"

Jungkook held his shaking hand to his mouth. Tears flowed down his face, but all Jin felt at that moment was anger. Boiling, vibrating anger. Jungkook hadn't just broken his heart but he'd betrayed Jin. He'd taken Jin's bloody, beating heart in his hands and squeezed tight until it burst open, and now the contents of it were spilling all over the concrete floor.

"But I will say, you are an amazing fucking writer, Jungkook. You almost sold me on the idea that I was a drug dealer."

"That was meant to be a joke."

"Oh, a joke? Well then, look at my face while I laugh at that joke," Jin said, gesturing to the hard frown on his face. "You know what? I have nothing else to say to you, Jungkook."

Jungkook chewed down on his quivering lips, shaking his head. He held out his hands to hold Jin's, but Jin retreated like a scorpion was about to sting him. "Jin, I'll fix this. One way or another, I'll make it right, I promise."

"Make it right, how? What exactly do you intend to do? Withdraw the remaining books? You've already sold millions. Or are you going to go online, make a little speech and apologize about how you betrayed your boyfriend by writing about things that he holds dear to his heart? Or how you made the biggest, unforgivable blunder by calling my brother a drunk driver? Do you want the world to call their favourite writer a selfish liar? Put a smear on your name? Create a scandal around this anonymous writer who turns out to be none other than the son of billionaire Anthony Jeon. What exactly do you intend to do that wouldn't make things worse than it already is?"

"I don't know. Tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it. I don't care about the scandals. I don't care about that."

"Unfortunately, I do care about that and I'm not sure you deserve it. I don't want you doing anything, Jungkook. You've done enough already."

"Jin, I beg you," he swallowed tightly. His breathing heightened as tears poured from his eyes. "I want to make this right."

"The only way you can make things right is by staying the hell away from me."

"Jin, please-"

"We're done," Jin said. "It's been a pleasure being in the service of your lovely, fucking family. Have a nice life, Young master."