~Y/N POV~

Sadly this was no joke or nightmare.

Taehyung left the both of us alone to get to know each other a little more before work takes over the rest of the day. Which I dread already.

Neither one of us said anything or moved.

I still stood in the middle of the open space, just feet away from my new desk but the more I think about this, will I actually say to work here?

It seems pretty impossible but I have no choice. I need work and money for my son. So no, as of right now I have no choice. I made a decision right now to be sure this is temporary and I'll be looking for more work when I get home. I cant work here.

But I must for now.

"Erm.....do..do you want to come in?" Jungkook

Throwing a glare his way I seen the way he awkwardly patted at his sides looking around the room that was anywhere but me. I didn't respond but to walk passed him into his office and take a seat in front of his desk, clutching my bag to my lap like a security blanket.

Listening out to him close the door and his light steps coming closer from behind me until he came into view again and sat down in his chair behind his desk. At first he just stares at his desk, a whole world of his own which is something I know he does when he's stressed but when he starts to tap his fingers along the wood of his desk I caught eye of something.

The wedding ring.

He's still wearing it.

But I don't wear mine. I still have it but I refuse to wear it.

Eyeing the ring in disgust I couldn't help the scoff that slipped from me which made him follow my gaze to his hand and so he removed that hand from the desk to hide under it instead.

"It's been a while huh?" Jungkook

"Mhmm."

I don't want to talk to him, I have a lot to say to him but not at the same time. It's not even worth a breath for what he did to me.

Hearing him sigh heavily just irritated me more.

"Come on Y/n, you're gonna have to talk to me some time." Jungkook

"About work yes but not about anything else."

He squinted his eyes at me, leaning more back into his leather chair as if he was scanning for something.

"Is there not anything you would like to say to me? I'm sure you do." Jungkook

A bitter chuckle left me, shaking my head.

"Oh there's a lot I can say to you but I need this job so I'll hold my tongue for now."

"Say what you want. I wont fire you for it." Jungkook

I know that look he's giving me right now, he's testing me. Just by the clear hard glaze in his eyes and blank expression. I knew it too well.

There was however something I had been dying to ask him ever since that day. Debating over and over again until I couldn't hold that question in anymore.

"Why?"

His brows raised, probably not thinking I was going to ask so soon but I want to know.

"Why?" Jungkook

I nod firmly, holding my head up high trying to hold it all together in side and not ball like a baby.

"Yes why?"

He sighed through his nose, straightening his back as he rolled his shoulders but gazed to a picture frame on his desk. Picking it up he turned it around and slammed it back down to show me the picture.

"Her." Jungkook

I gazed towards the picture but it was of a little girl. Black hair and pigtails wearing a pink dress while she held flowers in her hands in front of her smiling wide that showed a tooth missing. She's adorable but what unsettled me was she seemed to be the same age as Jeonsan and her eyes were just like Flora's. Spitting image actually.

I scoffed, looking away angrily to the floor.

"You left me because Flora was pregnant didn't you?"

"I did." Jungkook

I remained silent, glaring towards the floor trying to think of words to say. But then I stood up almost too fast that the chair knocked over my behind me but Jungkook just looked up at me, watching my every move.

"I can't fucking believe you Jeon. To leave me because your girlfriend was pregnant is one thing but to leave me while I was in labour having your son is a totally different story! I WAS IN FUCKING LABOUR YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!"

"I know and I'm sorry bu-" Jungkook

"A SORRY ISNT GOING TO CUT SHIT!"

He sighed once again, dragging his hand along his face and stood up from his desk, pressing his knuckles into the desk.

"Listen Y/n I just want to talk civil with you about this. Now that we're back in each others lives maybe it would be good if our so-" Jungkook

"My son. He's MY son."

Jungkook only blinked back at me blankly, licking his lips and hummed.

"Maybe it would be good if he has a male role model in his life. I am his father." Jungkook

I scoffed at him once again. He has the audacity to tell me that.

"Fuck no. You're going no where near my son. You left him that day you chose to run away with Flora and didn't bother looking for him after all these years. If I didn't show up here today you still wouldn't give a fuck. So go fuck yourself Jeon."

Turning around I rushed towards the door but Jungkook was faster and ran after me, grabbing my wrist to turn me around and yet pin me on the back of the door. My bag fell to the floor but he just glared at me with those dark eyes he use to show me when he would tell me he hated me for coming between him and his love.

"Listen Y/n I'm being nice here. We're still married, that means I'm on our boys birth certificate because I am your husband and I have every right to take him like you do so le-" Jungkook

"Don't take him away from me."

I whispered fast but clear for him to hear that so he stopped mid sentence to look down at me stunned. Eyes slightly wider than usual and he opened and closed his mouth as if to say something but nothing came out. But I couldn't help but get a little emotional to think he could take my baby away and I wouldn't have the money to fight for him back. It would destroy me.

"You took so much from me already, please don't take my son."

For a split second he furrowed his brows but instead he quickly softened them and stepped back away from me, giving me space to finally move. Again neither one of us said anything to one another but only stared, keeping that eye contact even if it was getting harder for me to see him through my tears. Just the thought of loosing Jeonsan is almost too hard to bare.

But once I realised Jungkook was a good distance away from me now, I picked up my bag and sprinted out of there and ran towards the nearest restroom to cry in the stall.

Why the hell has he come back into my life?