Seokjin smirks, "well then baby bro, I see you're still head over heels for your ex husband," he says, picking up random things from Taehyung's desk, looking at them with distaste before placing them back. "I liked you better when you were all scruffed up in the gang, not whoever this fake persona of a CEO is," he scoffs looking at Taehyung.

Taehyung stands with his hands in his pockets, "I didn't call you here to have a catch up on what you think about me," he says darkly, stepping swiftly to sit in his seat. Lips raised, Seokjin raises his hands, "getting down to business already? I'm afraid I can't do business with you unless you know what what I think of you."

Regardless, Seokjin sits down.

Sighing he says, "Taehyung, you know how hard it's going to be to come back into the family?"

Running a hand through his well combed hair, Taehyung nods, "I know. I left and I said I'd never come back, I gave away the empire I made. Jin, I don't want to come back but I need too."

Jin chuckles upon hearing his nickname, "you want to hear what I think? I think you miss it. You miss the thrill of the underworld and you want to come back. It won't be easy you know. You'll have to risk this empire to keep your other one hidden," he emphasises, motioning to Taehyung's office.

But Taehyung knew what Jin meant.

"So why do you want to come back baby bro?"

Sighing, Taehyung says, "I have my reasons. And I need answers that I can't get being...me. I can only get them through being him."

"Him? You refer to your past self as him?" Jin chuckles. "I have too. I've done things. Things that could ruin me, the people around me. I can't do that again because if I fall into that pit Jin, it'll be utter chaos and destruction."

Leaning forward Jin says, "you have everything to risk now? You did all those years ago too, so what's stopping you now? Is it that pretty boy that's waiting outside for you?"

"Don't speak about Jungkook like that," Taehyung warns, standing up, "listen Jin, I'm not going to entertain your theatrics, I want to know if you're ready for my comeback. There's shit to do and I need to do it so are with me? Or are you not?"

Jin stands up too, a Cheshire grin on his lips, "yes, boss," he says, shaking Taehyung hand with a firm grip.

There's a dark glint in Taehyung's eyes when he lets go of Jin, and he says, "do I need you to prove your loyalty to me?" Jin looks up, and then sighs, pulling his jacket sleeve up to reveal his tattoo that lays dormant on his arm.

A detailed skull with a gun in its mouth, black ink stretching over his pale skin, the skull laying there on his arm as a visual representation of what their meaning meant.

Baby, Kim Taehyung's back.

"We all have it. We've all been waiting for you to come back. You have yours too. You don't need us to prove loyalties. You need us to gather, and we'll do it. We're ready to show this city who exactly the Kims are."

At the sight of the mafia symbol on Jin's wrist, Taehyung feels his lower back itch. The place where his own tattoo sleeps, purring and content. But it awakens with a roar.

He knows what he's going to risk by doing this. But he doesn't care. Taehyung owes so many answers and has many questions but this, this is who he really is. With his jaw clenched, Taehyung nods at Jin, "then gather them. Get back what's mine, and remind those who strayed from us what happens to disloyal dicks."

With a firm nod, Seokjin leaves.

"I'll tell pretty boy to come in, on my way out. See you soon boss."

Taehyung steps to the window as Seokjin leaves and looks down at the bustling city. The sun was beginning to set and nightfall was on her way. An eery shadow of the moon began to push itself up as the sky battled with the night to keep the light. But all light, does not last because even in the brightest of rooms, a person can have the darkest of souls.

And what Taehyung kept hidden from everyone he's ever known, was scratching itself up his throat and he was finally ready to take the beast.

This city. Everything belongs to Kim Taehyung.

You know what they say, you can't damn the devil to hell and expect him to stay there now can you? Because the devil comes in many shapes and forms, and this time, he came in the form of a beautiful man named Kim Taehyung.

Slowly but surely, his lips raise in a small smirk.

Turning around, he walks over to one of his cabinets, pulling it open he pulls out a glass and a bottle of unfinished bourbon. He pours some out, and then takes a sip from it, feeling the liquid burn down his throat like unleashed fire, raining hell on his throat like it was their enemy.

"Taehyung?"

He turns around to face Jungkook, expression softening in the slightest bit as he stares at the younger. Glassy eyes and rosy cheeks. Innocent. But then he looks closer at his defined muscles, strong arms and tattoos. Mature. Aged. Different.

"Come here," Taehyung whispers, and ever so softly, Jungkook walks over to stand in front of the elder.

Something felt different about Taehyung, and a Jungkook couldn't pin point it, even if his life depended on it.

Taehyung twirls a lock of Jungkook's jet black hair between his nimble fingers, fingers skimming the warm skin of Jungkook's head making the younger gasp, his doe eyes fluttering shut. Jungkook's arms are locked by his side as Taehyung turns his body, back pressing against the desk of the hard oak table.

The elder stands in front of Jungkook, using his fingers to trace down the side of his cheek to his jaw, until he reaches his throat. Jungkook does everything to stop himself from shaking in Taehyung's arms, every fibre of his being remaining still under the lion's gaze.

"What are you doing?" Jungkook gulps harshly as Taehyung's fingers pause.

Taehyung's eyes zone in on Jungkook's Adam's apple, and he smiles, his ringed index finger slowly moving further down his throat to feel at the sharp bump of his apple. "You're nervous," Taehyung states as if he is oblivious to the way Jungkook's body is reacting to his touch, "why?" he asks the younger.

Jungkook feels the sweat starting from the back of his head being to roll down his neck coldly as he gulps harshly one last time. He opens his mouth to speak but finds himself lost for words as Taehyung's finger on his throat is replaced with his whole hand, "tell me," his deep voice whispers. His voice deeper than the coldest and darkest ocean, Jungkook feeling lost in the depths of his aura.

He tightens his hold around Jungkook's throat as he leans forward, Jungkook's doe eyes wide with this unknown feeling of lust towards Taehyung.

Jungkook didn't know Taehyung could be this...dominant. Rough. Alluring?

What was with his change of personality?

"I'm nervous because you make no sense," Jungkook finally whispers a reply, causing Taehyung to pause his movements.

"Oh?"

Taehyung says playfully, picking up his glass and taking another sip. "Do tell," he says softly, pouring another one. Jungkook eyes the alcohol, and then eyes Taehyung, "you change. According to the people you meet. I don't really know what you and Seokjin spoke about but the you before he came was different."

Licking his lips, Taehyung then pours another drink into his cup, "you're right. But what if this is the real me?"

Jungkook stops for a moment and steps forward, he raises his hand, to which Taehyung narrows his eyes at. His hands softly cup the glass in Taehyung's hand, and pries it away from the elder, "stop drinking," he whispers.

There's a silence between the two that seems to stretch over like an unforgivable fog.

Jungkook places his hands on Taehyung's desk, and Taehyung watches as Jungkook's back muscles stretch as the boys sighs deeply.

He takes a deep breath.

"If the real you is an unknown to me, then let me get to know the real you," Jungkook whispers, which ultimately shocks Taehyung.

"What?"

He turns around swiftly, looking at Taehyung sharply, "since yesterday, you've been tiptoeing around me like I'm fragile, like you'll touch me and I'll break! You think I haven't noticed? I know Taehyung, I know," Jungkook stresses, "that we've led separate lives, we have a past that's not something we share but we have a future to share involving a missing case! You can't make me hate you, or fear you. I know what you're doing!"

Jungkook steps forward, "if you want to test me, or push my limits...be my guest Taehyung because you're not getting rid of me! You can confuse me till the end of these days but I'll still be here pushing my way through to you, because regardless of who you want to be. I know that the you that loved me is still there."

He doesn't realise that he's stepped right up to Taehyung, his chest rising and falling as he huffs out in frustration towards the elder, and his final words to Taehyung are, "you can't push me away or make me hate you Taehyung. You fucking can't."

Taehyung stares down at the younger.

Seconds pass between the two.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Taehyung's hand sharply makes its way into Jungkook's throat once more and he pulls the younger in mindlessly with a groan, smashing his lips onto Jungkook's. Jungkook gasps, his hands flying to Taehyung's shoulder to stabilise himself from the force in which Taehyung had kissed him.

And for a moment, Jungkook is shocked.

But that shock disappears and fades away into the distance of his mind as he kisses Taehyung's back with the same force. His hands travel into Taehyung's hair, pulling and scratching at his scalp as he moves his body swiftly with Taehyung's.

Taehyung's own hands feel at Jungkook's shirt, before his hands move over to his ass, cupping the fleshy meat as he walks Jungkook over to his desk. He pulls away, staring down at the younger.

"Fuck," Taehyung whispers, memorising the way Jungkook looked in that exact moment. Lips shining, mouth open soft pants, in and out. Eyes low and lust filled, cheeks dusted a golden rose. "You look beautiful," Taehyung raps, leaning down to capture Jungkook's bottom lip between his teeth, pulling. Jungkook moans, feeling Taehyung's bite, and then feeling him suck.

His hands pull at Taehyung's shirt.

They move together, Taehyung picking Jungkook up to place him on the desk, Jungkook wrapping his legs around Taehyung's waist to pull him in even closer.

Moving towards Jungkook's neck, Taehyung kisses. The edge of his jaw first. The sharpness and beauty of his bone structure bringing paradise to Taehyung. "Say it," Taehyung rasps, his lips ghosting over Jungkook's throat.

Jungkook's already too lost in the feeling to even comprehend what he's supposed to say.

Leaning back on his elbows, shirt lightly raised to reveal his toned stomach, head thrown back, "say what," Jungkook breaths out. "Say you'll never leave me again," he pushes his hand up Jungkook's shirt to reveal the younger's brown nipples, which had already perked up in attention. He blows hot air onto the bud, causing a moan to escape Jungkook's doe lips.

Jungkook's chest rises upwards and down. His hands travels down his chest to reach Taehyung's soft hair and he massages his scalp for a second, bringing pleasure to the male before his grip turns vice-like and he tugs Taehyung's head upward, he leans forward ever so slightly and whispers, "I left the first time because you cheated on me," letting his breath fan over Taehyung's lips.

Taehyung stares up at the younger boy.

He smirks.

"Okay," he says and stands up to his full height.

Jungkook can only feel the little bit of dominance in him diminish like the weak flame of a candle and he pushes himself further on the desk, moving some objects out of the way with the swish of his arm, hearing them clatter on to the ground.

Taehyung looks down at Jungkook, "I'll just have to show you how much I regret that night five years ago," he rasps, slowly unbuckling his belt.

The only sound in the room is the soft clattering of the belt buckles as Taehyung opens them with his long, skinny fingers.

Jungkook gasps as he's left to eye the big bulge in Taehyung's black slacks, watching how Taehyung follows by unbuttoning his trousers too before leaving them like that. Wasn't he going to take them off?

Picking up the glass of bourbon take raises it to his lips, but before he could take a sip, he pauses, and tilts his head at Jungkook. "What do you want me to do?" He asks Jungkook, taking a small sip.

Jungkook doesn't reply.

Hell would have to rise before he forgives Taehyung that easily.

Whimpering slightly, Jungkook sits up more straight, and pulls his shirt over his head, throwing it to the side. He then pulls his trousers down, flicking them off with his ankle. Sensually, he lifts his foot, to which Taehyung takes a hold of in his massive palm, and his hands travel down to grip Jungkook's calf muscle.

Jungkook's hands slither down to rub himself, and he begins to moan softly as he palms his crotch, eyes fluttering close when his cock twitches slightly from finally being touched.

Taehyung's lips raise into a smirk, and he merely watches Jungkook for a moment, finding the younger's stubbornness extremely attractive, but when Jungkook decides to pull down his boxers, letting his cock spring free, Taehyung decided he'd rather be the one giving Jungkook pleasure.

He holds Jungkook's wrist, stopping the male from further touching himself, eyeing his pretty cock that stood hard against Jungkook's stomach. His eyes snap up to Jungkook.

"If you make me beg to get touched, I'll just do it myself," Jungkook smirks, chest rising with soft pants.

Taehyung's eyes narrow into thin slights.

He takes a hold of Jungkook's member, stroking it up and down, using his thumb to swipe at any precum that has collected at the flushed pink tip as lubricant. Jungkook moans louder than before. Having his own hands stroke himself was one thing but to have Taehyung's? It feels a thousand times more pleasurable.

"Ah! F-uck Taehyung," Jungkook moans, throwing his head back, allowing Taehyung to lean forward and suck at Jungkook's neck, all while stroking his member.

The tingles Jungkook felt were out of this world. Pleasure bringing him to different heights that he hasn't been feeling for a while. Like he's been searching for the answer and it was Taehyung all along.

Throwing his hips up, they clatter with Taehyung's, and Jungkook's eyes go wide at the feeling of Taehyung's bulge. Oh, he needs that inside of him. He pushes himself up slightly, and pulls Taehyung in closer.

His hands reach outwards, cupping Taehyung's bulge. Taehyung's eyes snap shut and he jerks forward.

This is all he's been wishing for since the moment he laid his dark eyes on Jungkook. By god it was wrong, but this all felt too good. Too good for Taehyung to simply just control himself. He hisses when Jungkook's fingers dip into Taehyung's boxers, feeling Jungkook's soft hands palm his member softly.

Jungkook's excitement grows as he feels Taehyung's large cock, immediately familiarising himself with the body part that used to belong to him in matrimony. He still remembers all of Taehyung's sweet spots, and all of the things that would make the older go wild.

He stretches his fingers outwards, feeling Taehyung's slightly overgrown pubic hair, and Taehyung moans softly, his hair falling into his eyes as he grips the desk, "Jungkook," he moans softly. And Jungkook swears his heart expands three times the size at that.

"You want me to tell you what I want Tae," Jungkook says softly, his face in the elder's neck. "Hmm?" Taehyung's chest rumbles as Jungkook's hand begins to work wonders on him. "But I want to hear what you want," Jungkook whimpers, holding the back of Taehyung's neck as he peppers kisses on Taehyung's soft skin.

"Will you tell me?"

"I, fuck, I want to make love to you," Taehyung groans, left hand slithering to Jungkook's neck once more, squeezing slightly. Jungkook gasps at the dark look in Taehyung's obsidian eyes.

"You may remember all of my spots but I have yours memorised, engraved into my soul Jungkook. And if you look close enough, you'll see your name written into my heart," Taehyung whispers, pulling Jungkook in for a kiss by his throat.

Jungkook moans, but quickly pulls away. He lays down upon Taehyung's desk, spreading his legs, "so make love to me then Taehyung. Prove to me how much you missed me," he replies to the elder.

By now, the twilight hues were basking into the sky. A soft blue tint reflecting into the office. Jungkook lay, waiting for Taehyung. Watching Taehyung, lips open, doe eyes lust filled.

Words could not describe how powerful this moment felt to the two ex husbands, reuniting as one. Years of heartbreak, longing and broken promises colliding into one to form this moment. They both knew the risks. Jungkook knew that he shouldn't be doing this, not without knowing what he was going to be getting into with Taehyung's past life. And Taehyung knew he should be pushing Jungkook as far away from him as possible.

But,

They could not keep away.

All rational thoughts leaves Taehyung's mind as those words are uttered out of Jungkook's lips. He places a kiss onto Jungkook's jaw before stepping away.

Confusion clouds Jungkook's mind, and he sits up, noticing Taehyung's change of mood. Suddenly, the room seems colder than before and he feels too naked. Like every part of himself was on show for Taehyung. Body and soul.

Taehyung looks away for a moment. Looking to the side.

"What's wrong?" Jungkook stands up, reaching down to grab his boxers. He slides them on, quickly finding his trousers and putting them on too. He fixes his shirt and then holds Taehyung's jaw, forcing the older to look directly at him.

"Did I do something wrong? Did I put you off?" Jungkook asks timidly, feeling small, vulnerable. He couldn't help but feel it. After all, it's been years since the two have been intimate with one another.

Taehyung shakes his head immediately, holding Jungkook's waist gently, pulling the male in closer, "no...no," he emphasises, looking down at Jungkook. "Darling, I want to fuck you even when you're doing something like standing next to me. I want to fuck you in every position imaginable and make up for lost time," he purrs out, reassuring Jungkook.

"But?"

Jungkook can't help but feel dejected.

Taehyung sighs, "but I can't let you do this. I can't have sex with you and let you cheat on Mark. I'm not going to let you become me Jungkook. And things are too complicated right now," he lifts his finger to push back Jungkook's hair to get a better look at those doe eyes that he loves, "and i want to make love under the moonlight with you, not fuck you ok my desk and be done with it." Taehyung finishes, leaning forward to kiss Jungkook's forehead.

Jungkook's eyes flutter close.

Fuck, Jungkook thinks. Taehyung had cups to drink and still, he was more sober than him. Jungkook felt drunk on Taehyung's touch and now that he had a taste, he'd stop at nothing to be drowned in the liquid ecstasy that belonged to Taehyung.

"I get it," Jungkook whispers, stepping away from Taehyung, "if we do this, we're just going to be digging bigger holes in our lives and eventually we're going to bury ourselves alive."

Taehyung nods.

He then realises that he's slacks are still open, and quickly does them up before walking over to Jungkook.

"Take your time. And figure out what you really want to do with Mark. Don't ruin something good over the what ifs and the potentials," he stresses out to Jungkook calmly, although Jungkook could hear the urgency in his tone. Taehyung could hide it well.

Jungkook takes a deep breath, "well, I should go before it gets too late," Jungkook begins to walk away, and before he leaves, he looks back to Taehyung. He opens his mouth to speak and then pauses, before he says, "thanks...Tae," softly.

Taehyung smiles and watches Jungkook leave once more.

—

Jungkook sighs. By the time he reaches home, the moon is already out, and Mark has already arrived home.

For once, the boy arrives home and the house isn't cold, with the lights off. Instead, it's lit bright and filled with the yummy aroma of home-cooked food. A nervous, and especially anxious, feeling fills Jungkook as he steps through the hallways.

He can't forget what he's supposed to do. Truth be told, he's been thinking about his situation with Taehyung back in his life ever since the two started meeting up regularly. That familiarity? It's too hard to let go. To simply forget.

And Jungkook must be honest with Mark but it was hard to come to terms with the fact that his honesty is going to bring yet another big change to Jungkook's life, it was definite...inevitable.

The thing is, after Taehyung left the first time, Jungkook thought he'd never love again. Having been so heartbroken to the point of plotting his own self-destruction, Jungkook really believed that it was the end for his love life. He could never forget the pain of being betrayed by his lover and he would never trust another person again.

But then he met Mark.

Mark was, no is different.

When they met, it was not long after Jungkook's split with Taehyung. And they weren't in love with each other, they were friends at first before Mark uttered those words and Jungkook found himself in a new relationship with a new person. His new person.

But, Mark had done that. Mark had allowed Jungkook to feel loved again even though he was not trusting, and had walls guarding his heart.

And now? Jungkook was doing the same thing Taehyung had done to him five years ago to Mark. And that wasn't right at all.

So he had to be honest. Being truthful was the only way Jungkook's conscience could be cleared and rid of all those guilty thoughts.

Every moment with Taehyung had led to this moment, and after every encounter with his lost lover, Jungkook would have to suppress his feelings and bottle down whatever long forgotten emotions were bubbling back up his throat like throw-up.

It was difficult, but what had happened tonight was the last straw. Jungkook could no longer lie to himself or to Mark. He couldn't protect Mark and himself if he was lying to everyone around him.

Jungkook just hoped that this wouldn't go down side up. That somehow, miraculously, Mark would find it in himself to allow Jungkook to beg for the forgiveness that he wanted, even though the doe eyed younger knew that, that was practically impossible.

He was a hypocrite.

But he'd rather be an honest hypocrite, instead of a liar.

Jungkook had been battling with these thoughts since the very moment Taehyung had walked into his shared home with Mark. But it had become a challenge to simply ignore the familiarity of his first love. And Jungkook had concluded: simply no one was better than his first love.

"My Jungkook," Mark calls, stepping forward, walking from the kitchen, a table towel in his hand. "Mark," Jungkook acknowledges softly.

Mark comes forward, pulling Jungkook into an embrace, wrapping his arms around the younger for a mere moment, before he pulls back pressing his lips against Jungkook's. Jungkook stiffens for a moment before he kisses back slightly.

It doesn't feel the same.

Guilt drips into his core and his thoughts immediately fly back to Taehyung, and he begins to compare his boyfriend and his ex husband. This is so, so wrong.

Jungkook is the first to pull away, and he smiles. But it doesn't reach his eyes.

"It smells delicious," he tries to make conversations as he shrugs off his coat. Making his way into the kitchen. Mark tilts his head in confusion, but he covers it up. "I'm so glad you're home baby," he says, standing behind Jungkook as he watches the younger stir the Katsu that he had been making.

He wraps his hands around Jungkook's waist, kissing his neck, "I missed you," he mumbles, smelling Jungkook's neck, not missing how Jungkook smelt more like a stronger, muskier cologne than his usual softer smell. He pushes that to a side, and waits for a reply from Jungkook.

"I...I've missed you too," Jungkook mumbles. Tasting the curry, Jungkook smiles, "you're so good at cooking," he adds, sliding out of Mark's arms once more as he walks around the kitchen counter to the doorway.

"You start without me, I'm going to freshen up."

Mark frowns.

"No," he says.

Jungkook pauses, the smile falling off of his face.

"Mark-why,"

Mark places his hands on the kitchen counter, and leans forward, eyes closing as he breathes in deeply, and then finally opens his eyes. Jungkook watches his boyfriend, the hairs on his neck frigid in anxiety.

"You come home smelling like him, every single night," Mark begins darkly. Eyes meeting Jungkook's.

Jungkook doesn't reply. Too anxious to actually open his mouth to say anything.

"You come home. You don't even look at me like you're remotely in love with me. You kiss me and then leave again. And you lie," Mark's voice begins to raise slightly. Jungkook flinches, "Mark-"

"NO, you don't get to say anything!"

Jungkook steps back as Mark begins to walk forward. One damned step at a time.

This was a side of Mark Jungkook had not seen before, and truth be told. Jungkook was scared. How long had Mark been holding this in? Hiding the fact that he had hated what Jungkook had been doing.

But, Jungkook knew that he had his faults. He hadn't once thought that Mark had realised that Jungkook had been lying about his whereabouts.

"Oh I'm going to the office.... I'm going to see Namjoon...... I'm working late today," Mark quotes things that Jungkook has said before, "so why, WHY do you come home smelling like that bastard who broke your heart?"

By now, Jungkook's back is pressed against the wall, Mark standing in front of him breathing heavily.

"I'm sorry," Jungkook whispers, eyes glassy, heart pounding against his chest so hard he swears he could feel it in his throat.

Mark moves so suddenly, Jungkook didn't know until he felt it. The feeling of being dragged and thrown against the tiled floor harshly. Jungkook grunts, back hitting the floor painfully. He groans out a whimper, looking up at Mark, who's staring down at Jungkook dangerously.

"Please," Jungkook whispers, pushing himself away as Mark stalks forward slowly.

Jungkook no longer felt safe.

Not in this house.

He had to get out.

He needed Taehyung.

His shirt lifted ever so slightly, revealing his lower stomach. Purple and red marks littered his soft, slightly tanned skin, catching Mark's wolfy eyes. He tilts his head dangerously, lips raising, "that's funny...I don't remember giving those to you." He says, voice almost a whisper.

Jungkook bites back the urge to reply that's because you didnt.

He didn't know who this man was. The man that seemed so dangerous and crazy. He only knew the soft, sweet and king Mark. This man in front of him? This man is a stranger to Jungkook.

Mark's fingers reach out as he crouches to the ground to pull up Jungkook's shirt further. The younger shivers. "Did he give you these while he fucked you like a whore?"

"Mark! W-"

"Did he fuck you good? Was it worth it? All for what? I bet you moaned his name like a bitch. Slut," he hisses out, tongue pressing against his cheek.

At these degrading words, Jungkook pushes himself away from Mark, standing up. He was stronger than this. Than Mark, and he wasn't going to sit and take shit from this man.

"Shut the fuck up," Jungkook seethes, pulling his shirt down as he pushes past Mark.

If anything was to happen, he needed an easy exit out. Mark follows after him, "what? You're too scared to admit it? Just say you're a desperate cock-sucking two faced slapper and be over with it!"

Jungkook pauses, spine stiff as he slowly turns around. "What did you just say to me?"

"You're no better than him! You're a cheater, you're a fucking cheater Jungkook," Mark chuckles, "how does it feel to have become the very thing that you despise? It must feel great doesn't it!"

Jungkook bites his lip, the anger in him bubbling up his throat like toxins that would soon infect his organs, "you know what, I came here with good intentions but I'm standing here and I don't even recognise who I'm looking at. You fucking threw me against the floor like I'm some bitch of yours! How fucking dare you?" Jungkook shouts, his voice raising as he grows sick of Mark.

Yes, he was correct but he had no idea about what Jungkook was going through.

Mark chuckles, "I can say the same about you. You know what Jungkook, I'm done with you. I'm done trying to be your druggie ex husband. I'm done being second best. You enjoy whatever he's giving you, because soon it'll come to an end - and that's when you'll come running back."

Jungkook stares as Mark grabs his jacket and leaves. But before he can leave, Jungkook calls out for Mark. The male turns around, facing Jungkook.

Jungkook smiles sweetly, "you're right. Taehyung did fuck me like the whore I am. And he did it mounts better than you could ever."

Mark frowns, flipping Jungkook off before he leaves, slamming the door on the way out, making the picture frames on the walls fall to the ground with a smash. The glass breaking into tiny pieces, making Jungkook flinch.

Finally, left all alone, a single tear rolls down Jungkook's cheek.

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this chapter was meant to be published last Friday-
I wrote most of it but the last 500 words I just couldn't get out of my mind and onto my phone for the life of me haha. Anyways, hey guys...I'm so sorry for going ghost. It's still a very difficult year but I haven't given up on writing.
My finals are in like a month, and then it's a month of exams and then I can finally make a regular update comeback, but for now please enjoy this chapter my lovelies.
I have a new book idea but I have to wait a while before actually writing it, plus I have such a great idea for this book too!
I hope you all still accept me as your author haha <3

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