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Earlier

Taehyung stepped out of his office building, seeing the sky gloomy and darkening, clouds forming in a tight symmetry to later pour rainwater onto the busy streets. Taehyung took out a cigarette, a constant itching in his neck dying out when his lips met the thin lit cigarette.

His car stopped in front of his building, and Jackson hurried out and opened the door for Taehyung. Taehyung stepped into the back of the car, sighing to himself, muscles aching from the long day of strenuous law work.

"To Jeongguk's," Taehyung said. Jackson looked at him through the rearview mirror.

"Actually- um- miss Veronica is back from home. She told me to get you back to the house," Jackson said, looking nervous.

Taehyung frowned. "She's back?"

For two weeks, ever since Taehyung had told Veronica he wanted a divorce, he hadn't been to his house. Perhaps once or twice to fetch clothes, but otherwise, the sight of the house that once was memorable and full of love now reminded Taehyung of hurt and her.

Veronica went back to her hometown, assumingly. And suddenly, she was back. Taehyung's jaw tightened. Hopefully, it was to discuss the divorce papers. Because Taehyung wanted to see Jeongguk.

With Jeongguk, everything was easy. Simple. Jeongguk was beautiful in the bedroom and equally so outside of it. His delicate moonflower. Everything about him made Taehyung's heart sigh. He was a fresh summer's day in a cold brazing winter.

The car arrived at the house, and Taehyung stepped out of it rather quickly, ignoring the drizzle that had begun. He opened the house door and stepped inside, seeing the dim lights on in the study and nowhere else.

"Veronica?" Taehyung called, a slight annoyance in his tone. He took his coat off and hung it on the rack, walking to the study.

Veronica was stood against the wall, by the black telephone, with the shell of it against her ear, listening. She looked pale. She noticed his presence.

Taehyung stepped in and his eyes drew to the divorce papers sitting on his desk. Unsigned, probably even unread. Taehyung scoffed. "Of course. Couldn't expect anything less from the must stubborn woman herself,"

Taehyung looked at her. Her eyes were wide, glazed. "Why did you beckon me here? Do you have a pen? Is it to sign the papers, Veronica? If not then I rather not be around you."

"T-Taehyung," Veronica let out softly. Taehyung turned around, looking at his shelves. "I'll get you a pen. I'll do everything it takes to get rid of-"

Veronica dropped the telephone from her hands, letting it swing from the curled wire. She fell to the floor, hands clasped against her mouth.

Taehyung turned around, shoulders tensing. He rushed towards her, grabbing the telephone, someone still speaking on the other side. Taehyung lifted it to his ear, and-

"I'm so sorry," A voice on the other phone cracked, rough. "Your m-mother passed away two h-hours ago. I'm not sure how it-"

Taehyung looked at Veronica, his eyes growing wide, whitened. For a moment, he forgot about what had happened. Veronica was on the floor, shaking, eyes wide with tears. Taehyung ended the phone call and kneeled in front of her.

"Veronica," Taehyung said gently. Veronica looked at him, and tears began rolling down her porcelain cheeks. It rarely did. Taehyung gulped, a pang of sudden guilt and sorrow forming in his chest. "I'm- I'm so sorry,"

"I d-didn't-" Veronica began, her voice watery, barely legible. "D-didn't even say goodbye,"

Taehyung wrapped his arms around her, and she tucked her head in his neck, bursting into loud cries. Taehyung brushed her black hair. "I'm so sorry."

Veronica continued crying, loud, like a child, a broken child who'd just lost her mother. Her bawls grew louder, tears staining Taehyung's shirt. Taehyung held onto her tighter, closing his eyes. He held for some time.

"Veronica," Taehyung said softly. Her cries softened. "It's okay. She's not in pain anymore. She loves you so, she'll continued to."

Veronica held onto him. "I-I was such a bad daughter," Veronica trembled, looking down. "I ran away from home. Did everything she told me not to. I was never what she wanted."

"She was so proud of you, love," Taehyung said, brushing the tears away from her cheeks. "You know she was. And she knew how much you loved her."

Veronica looked down. Taehyung kissed her forehead, seeing her eyes. "You can cry," Teahyung said gently, and Veronica felt tears roll down her cheeks. "It's alright."

After some time, Taehyung helped her up and sat her down on the couch. He went to the kitchen to get a glass of water for her and went back to the living room. She was sat on one side, hand against her temple. He gave her the glass of water, and she took a small sip of it.

"I'll ask Jackson to get us dinner," Taehyung said swiftly. "Take rest for now. I'll call your workplace and tell them you need some time from work-"

"Taehyung," Veronica said, voice hoarse. Taehyung stopped in his steps and looked at her. She was looking into the wall. "I... I c-can't let you divorce me."

Taehyung felt guilt rising in his chest. "Veronica, it's fine. Don't think about that right now, it isn't what's important. We can discuss it later-"

"No. W-we can't." Veronica said, quiet. "I have to tell you now. I-" Veronica took a deep breath, and then looked at him. "I must. I can't keep it to myself. Mother- mother would want me to tell you-"

Taehyung walked closer to her. "What is it?" He asked.

Veronica looked at Taehyung for a few seconds and then gulped. She looked as if she was thinking of something elaborate, something more stretched, some that's make more sense, but she couldn't. It had to be curt and short. "I'm pregnant."

Taehyung froze. He felt time stop moving around him. Taehyung looked at her, eyes blank. "W-what?"

"I'd been with mother for- for so long, spent ages with her in the hospital. She could tell s-something was wrong with me and urged me to check with doctors. I- um- I did a pregnancy test of sorts, and-"

"Veronica." Taehyung breathed out, hands clenched. "Who's- who's is it?"

Veronica looked down. Taehyung's jaw gritted. "It could b-be anyone's. You've slept with- I'm sorry- you've slept with so many men, and-"

"Taehyung, i-it's yours," Veronica said, trailing, words feathery, unreal. "I've a-always used condoms or-or some sort of contraceptive with other men. But n-not with you. Not with-"

Taehyung's eyes widened. Veronica looked at him, felt a fleeting sense, as if Taehyung would leave instantly. "Listen to m-me, please. I know- I know y-you'll think I'm telling you this because y-you said to get divorced. But- but that's what I came home to tell you in the beginning. But then I found you h-here with Jeongguk-"

"You're pregnant?" Taehyung breathed out, still in shock. "With m-my child?"

"Our ch-child." Veronica bubbled out, and then looked at Taehyung fearfully.

Taehyung stopped and looked at her for moments, moments where his mind moved like engines, thinking, whirring, unable to comprehend that- her- no- their child would be- Taehyung let go of his past pain momentarily.

He stepped forward, and Veronica stood up from the sofa. "P-please don't leave-" Veronica begun softly, but Taehyung enveloped her in his arms and tucked his head in his neck. She wrapped her arms around him.

"You're n-not angered?"

"No." Taehyung said, shaking his head. He wrapped his arms around. "This- t-this is astounding news, Veronica. It- it changes a lot of things-"

"I'm sorry. For- for everything I've done to y-you. I'm ashamed of who I tried to be. This- this strong woman. My m-mother told me. She s-said that she'd been forced to a marriage at a young a-age, with a man who hit her and didn't care. She s-said I was so lucky with you, Taehyung. So so lucky-"

Taehyung kissed her carefully, arms tight around her waist. Veronica kissed Taehyung back, and then they pulled away. Taehyung smiled.

"I reckon you are bit a luck with me," Taehyung said. Veronica giggled, looking up at him.

Veronica showed him ultrasound pictures. Taehyung saw a little figure in the picture and smiled widely, looking at her. After, he took her to bed and she fell asleep, drained. Taehyung, in realization and overjoyed by what happened, dd the first thing that felt right.

He went to visit Jeongguk.

*

Jeongguk lay against his bed, sitting on his floor, a wine bottle in his hand which he twirled around with his nimble fingers, only a little bit of the red liquid left in the bottom of the glass. Jeongguk lowered his head against his bed, and took the last sip of the wine, and then pulled away, looking up at the ceiling.

"Pregnant." Jeongguk repeated, a bit of the red wine dripping out of his lips. "Fucking bitch," He grumbled under his breath, tossing the wine bottle to the side, letting it sit with the collection of other wine bottles that had collected in the side of the room.

Jeongguk felt drunk, drunk off his mind, didn't know the last time he had anything but alcohol. It'd been days since Taehyung came to him and told him his wife was pregnant with their child. How splendid. Jeongguk drank in celebration of his misery.

Jeongguk climbed up from the floor, almost falling, wearing nothing but a large white shirt of Taehyung's. Jeongguk looked at himself in the mirror, stumbling. "Pregnant." Jeongguk repeated, slurring. "Stupid whore. P-pregnant. N-not even his child. S'... someone else's." Jeongguk said to the mirror.

Jeongguk looked at himself in the mirror, and then felt tears arise to his eyes. "W-why couldn't you be a woman?" Jeongguk let out, whispering to his reflection. He grabbed a pink lipstick from the dresser and opened it up, applying it steadily to his lips.

"Mm' m'can be a woman. I'll- I'll be p-pregnant." Jeongguk slurred, grabbing blush, opening it and taking a brush to apply it to his cheeks. He looked at his reflection and giggled, mind hazy.

Jeongguk fixed his brown hair, and then got up from the dresser table seat, walking to his study. He looked around for a little pink bag, and finally found it and drew it out. He opened it up and took out the pretty yellow skirt.

Jeongguk giggled to himself and pulled it up his legs, tucking his white shirt into it and fitting it on his waist. Jeongguk twirled around in his yellow skirt and ran his hand down the pink flowers embroidered on it. He smiled.

Jeongguk then stumbled over to the telephone and picked it up, hearing nothing on the other line. Jeongguk bit his lip messily and somehow dialed a number, feeling as if he was about to fall. The phone run one, two, three times, and then it got picked up.

"Hello?"

"Taehyungiee," Jeongguk slurred softly, twirling his finger around the wire, leaning against the wall. "Come here,"

"Jeongguk? Is that you? God, are you drunk?"

"M-maybe." Jeongguk giggled. "Why? I-is Taehyungie mad? Come here and p-punish me then, daddy. Won't you spank me for being s-such a bad little girl?" Jeongguk gushed into the phone, and then burst into giggles, hitting his head against the wall. "C-can't say daddy now, can I? Oops..." Jeongguk squeaked.

There was a long pause. "Jeongguk.... don't do this. It's not right to get drunk like this. I'll come over, make sure you're alright."

"Tell me, K-Kim Taehyung." Jeongguk said, eyes drooping. "If- if I had a vagina... would you still have left?"

"I'll arrive in 5 minutes, Jeongguk. Don't be caustic."

"Mmm. Y-you'd like if I had a pussy, won't you? I could g-give you as many babies as you want," Jeongguk mused. "V-Veronica couldn't. I'll g-give you as many babies, Taehyung. Taehyung? H-hello?"

Jeongguk listened for sound on the other line, but heard nothing. He took a deep breath, and then let the phone swing down. He trotted his way to the kitchen and looked for another bottle of wine. He didn't find anything, which made him grow more frustrated.

The doorbell rang, and Jeongguk gasped, turning towards it headily. Jeongguk rushed towards the door, liking how the long fabric of the skirt moved with him, and then opened it wide.

"Jeo-" Taehyung began, and then stopped mid-word. His darkened eyes grew soft, large, his mouth falling open slightly.

Jeongguk stood there, leaning against the door to hold him up, lips pink and bitten, eyes dark, cheeks red from both alcohol and blush, his white shirt tucked into a flowy yellow skirt, enunciating his already small waist.

Jeongguk grabbed Taehyung and brought him into the house, out of his mind. "I'll be a woman for you, Taehyung."

"Jeongguk... what- what is all this?" Taehyung whispered.

Jeongguk threw his arms around Taehyung, pouting a little. "You're being a little mean, Mr. Kim. Won't you fuck me like the pretty little damsel I am?"

Taehyung sighed, closing the front door behind him and then looking around. He sniffed the air. "It reeks of alcohol," Taehyung muttered, and then saw Jeongguk's law books lying dusty on the countertop. "Have you not been attending your classes?"

"H-how could I when a nasty wicked old man broke my heart?" Jeongguk said, clutching his chest, eyes big, looking up at him, doll-like. "Won't you fix it? Fix it for me, Taehyungie."

"Jeongguk are you really this distressed? My my. Maybe I should call Rosie and tell her to return," Taehyung said, dark eyebrows furrowed, blonde hair falling on his eyes. Taehyung left Jeongguk and went into his bedroom.

"There's wine bottles everywhere, Jeongguk! Have you eaten breakfast or- or lunch? Anything?"

"I want nothing in my mouth but your cock." Jeongguk said, standing by the door. Taehyung looked at him, eyebrow raised. Jeongguk walked up to him, swaying.

"Let me." Jeongguk whined, looking at Taehyung's crotch. Jeongguk put his hand on Taehyung's chest, but Taehyung pushed him off in an instant.

"Jeongguk. You're acting foolish! What's gotten into you?" Taehyung snapped, taken aback by Jeongguk. Jeongguk moved towards him, gripping his arms.

"I'll be so much better than her, Taehyung. You know this. I know this." Jeongguk slurred. "You know you want to put your cock in me. Fuck me till I can't walk." Jeongguk said, pressing against him. "Please, Taehyung- just fuck me-"

"Jeongguk-"

"I want your cock. Nothing but your cock in me." Jeongguk said, getting down on his knees in front of him. Taehyung looked at him, surprised. As calm and collected as Taehyung usually was, right now he was not in the mood.

Taehyung lifted him by his collar, and pushed him back lightly. "What is wrong with you? Have you forgotten you're a man??"

Jeongguk stumbled against the wall, eyes growing wide. "You're drunk off your mind, and it's Saturday morning! You're wearing a skirt, and- and I'm certain that's my shirt. You're acting crude, uncouth, unlike yourself."

"What do you expect?!" Jeongguk shouted, sounding close to tears. "Y-you just walk in one day and tell me you- you're leaving me a-alone, and- and going with her! Because s-she's pregnant! How d-do you want me to take it?"

"Not this badly." Taehyung muttered. Jeongguk felt tears pool in his eyes, the ground sway below him.

"I will. I'm taking it horribly. You- you're a terrible man. A terrible, horrible man, and I h-hope-" Jeongguk began, and then felt tears rushing down his eyes. "I h-hope you're never happy ever again!"

Jeongguk closed his eyes, quivering, tears not stopping. Taehyung looked at him silently, not saying anything. "I h-hope Veronica falls ill and I ho-hope you divorce h-her and never find anyone!" Jeongguk said, words barely making sense, barely conjoined, muddled from his cries.

"Jeongguk," Taehyung said softly, knowing these words were from pain. "I'll leave you alone. Please don't drink. Sleep it off and then eat something-"

"D-don't go." Jeongguk squeaked, eyes growing frightful. "Don't go p-please, Taehyung. I'm sorry. Please don't l-leave me alone. I'll d-do anything you want."

Taehyung walked to the door of the house, and Jeongguk followed desperately. "Taehyung... p-please-"

"Jeongguk. You need to be alone for some while. We need to be apart. I can understand my sudden parting might've been frightful, but you need to be a little mature and understanding. I can't leave everything behind  for you."

"W-why not?" Jeongguk asked weakly.

Taehyung sighed. "I've been married to her for 8 whole years, Jeongguk. She's pregnant with our child. Do you expect me to leave all of it for someone I've known for 3 months or so? That too, a man??"

Jeongguk stopped. He looked down, suddenly feeling embarrassed by having thrown himself at Taehyung like this, looking so maidenly and stupid. Jeongguk felt tears in his eyes. Taehyung saw his expression and walked closer to him.

"Jeongguk... please don't be upset." Taehyung said, cupping his cheeks.

"I c-can't not be." Jeongguk weeped softly. "Y-you're everything I've ever wanted."

"I'm sorry." Taehyung said, wrapping his arms around his waist. Jeongguk hugged him tightly, falling into his chest, tears rolling down his cheeks. "I'm sorry, moonflower."

Jeongguk burst into tears, fragile, shaking. Taehyung hugged him tighter, eyes closed. "I-I have a duty as a husband and a man. I've put them away for you, my darling. I can't anymore."

"I know." Jeongguk said weakly. Jeongguk held onto Taehyung's shirt. "C-can't you just... stay for a little while?"

"I can't." Taehyung whispered, unable to see Jeongguk crying like this. "It'll be bad for the both of us."

Jeongguk looked up at Taehyung, and took a deep breath. "Taehyung." Jeongguk cried softly. Tears rushed down his face. "I'm in l-love with you, Taehyung. Please don't go. I'm s-so in love with you," Jeongguk burst into tears, hiding his face in Taehyung's chest.

"Fuck." Taehyung whispered. Jeongguk looked at him, and saw his eyes wide, glazed. "W-why did you have to say those words?"

"Be-because they're true." Jeongguk said, faintly.

Taehyung cradled his waist and pressed their lips together. Jeongguk felt his insides elate as if some flower bloomed in the pit of his stomach. Jeongguk kissed him back, overwhelmed with joy, fumbling to grip his shirt.

Taehyung pulled away just as fast. "Sorry. Oh god- I-I apologize." Taehyung stammered quickly. Jeongguk didn't let him finish and began kissing him again.

Taehyung kissed him back, but then pulled away. "Jeongguk I must go. I can't just-"

Jeongguk kissed him again, dragging him by the shirt to the sofa, both tumbling onto it, Taehyung on top of him. Jeongguk kissed him roughly, lips moving, tongue doing its dance. Taehyung brought his hand up Jeongguk's thigh, up his skirt, and then-

"God, I can't. I can't, Jeongguk." Taehyung said quickly, getting up from the couch. "I-I need to go to the doctor's- I have to go with- with Veronica for a test-"

"And after you find out about the birth of your child, you'll come to fuck me, won't you?" Jeongguk blinked his pretty big eyes, tilting his head.

Taehyung froze by the door. "No. No I won't. Jeongguk, get that off your mind, please. Forget about anything that-"

Jeongguk kissed his mouth. Taehyung kissed him back, unable to stop himself. Jeongguk pulled away and looked up at him. "I think you will."

Taehyung looked down at him for a few seconds, cheeks reddened, and then turned around and walked out of the house, closing the door behind him. Jeongguk smiled to himself, turning around and leaned against the closed door.

How utterly wrong. His wife pregnant and his mind cluttered with the thoughts of fucking a man.

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