Lost My Way🔞《 kth~jjk × Y/n 》

28) bad mood

( A/n:- hello everyone , thank you so much for 1k read . I have been sad for these past 2 days . Please take care all of you guys , this corona is no joke . I lost one of my close person because of this shitty virus , I was so sad and wanted to clear my mind so i wrote some more chapters . Hope you'll like it and please vote because it dosen't charge many . )

You did not get up early. You checked the time and it was more than eight o ‘clock. You opened the bedroom’s door and went out, just meeting jungkook who returned from walking his dog, with breakfast in the hand

“Didn’t you sleep well last night?” when you were drinking soya-bean milk, you got a glimpse of the deep dark circles under the eyes of the doctor, and asked, “Did I bother you?”

The doctor seemed tired today, listlessly lowering his head and scooping out the jellied bean curd, and replied, “Nope.”

You felt the bad mood of jungkook, but you did not know what was going on with jungkook on earth, who was still in a good mood last night. You could not ask anything but to finish your meal in silence.

After the meal, Doctor jeon drove you to the hospital by a sedate Chevrolet. On the way, jungkook selected some songs for you, and asked in a gentle voice, “Whose songs do you like?”

You shook your head, smiling, “Anyone’s is ok.”

Jungkook played one at random. Then the melody was slowly streaming out, with some loneliness.

After taking the medicine from the hospital, jungkook sent you home. When they got to the gate of your housing estate, it was right lunch time. You felt sorry to bother the doctor these days, so after consideration, you tried to ask, “Dr. Jeon, would you like to have lunch with me? My treat.”

Jungkook refused, “Some other day. You should go home and have a good rest.”

You never liked to push others, which you were not good at. You merely said, “H’m”. Watching the Chevrolet be driven away, you turned around to go home.

Jungkook felt quite upset. For both himself and you, it was not good to keep his feeling in the heart. It was true that jungkook liked you. But now he really wondered whether the other man, whose neglect of you for so long might be only due to your deliberate concealment of the illness, really had deep feelings for you.

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, jungkook pulled over quickly and pressed a string of numbers on his mobile phone.

“jungkook?” It was a deep male voice.

“Are you busy, hyung?” jungkook closed his eyes, with his fingers tapping the steering wheel, “I want to ask you for a favor.”

Namjoon smiled, “It’s been a long time since you asked me to do anything. What’s the matter? Tell me.”

“Help me investigate someone.”

“Who?”

" Kim taehyung ” jungkook knew nothing about the man but the name. Speaking that out, he knew that his brother might not be able to find the man with so little information, and now he felt like a fool. But out of the expectation, after a short silence at the other end of the phone, namjoon asked, “Which Kim taehyung ?”

“Brother, which one do you know?”

“One of my recent cooperative partners, in his early thirties. A good-looking man with well-versed business skills,” namjoon said with a pause, “Why do you want to investigate him?”

Many thoughts whirled around in jungkook’s mind; he felt that it was right the one he wanted to investigate, and replied with unexamined words, “It seems to be his… His girlfriend comes to me for physical examination.”

Namjoon did not think much of the word “Girlfriend ” at all, as if being unimpressed. Then he sneered, “Is there anyone who dares to call herself the girlfriend of kim taehyung? This would make the man laugh to death. So many people flirted with him that no one could be counted as a formal lover.”

Hearing this, jungkook felt his fragile heart broke instantly. He told himself over and over again that there were so many people with the same name these days. But in his subconscious, he was clear that this was probably the truth, and unconsciously his eyes got wet.

He even did not hear the following words of namjoon. At the other end of the phone, namjoon, who was busy, said hello for several times, but no one responded. So he hung up the phone with “we can have a good chat when we meet some other day”.

Jungkook sat still, his mind in a mess. Suddenly, he punched the steering wheel hard. How could he believe it? How dare he believe it? The once-in-a-life-time people for him, the one he treated as a treasure, was spoiled to such a poor state in such a dirty love trade.

You, with hickeys on the neck, always stayed in that luxury alone, and when you was groggy, you even begged that man not to give you up.

Jungkook was so distressed that he felt like being fried in the pot.

You did not think of leaving taehyung, even badly ill. It was not about money or power; it was just because the woman was so stupid that she loved taehyung that jerk so deeply. Jungkook was clear about that.