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Chapter Eighty-Six

THIRD PERSON's POV

Taehee hissed. "Fuck, can you go slow?!" her annoyed, pained voice rang around the room.

"Oh, so you're swearing at me now?" asked Young-hee who rolled her eyes as she continued patting the cotton at her fianceé's wounds.

A smile left Taehee's mouth as she caressed her cheeks softly. "Of course not, sweetheart. Take your time."

Young-hee stared at her weirdly and continued, hiss and groans still leaving the female's mouth. Crap, they've been there for half an hour and they're still not close to finishing up. That's frustrating as hell.

Meanwhile, in Taehyung's office, Jungkook's staring far away. His hiccups didn't stop since they stepped inside. From all those crying, he didn't even bother to sip water. His throat is so dry, so dry that he couldn't even form a word to utter.

Taehyung kneeled at him with one knee, sighing heavily. "Please at least drink water.." he's been begging and bugging Jungkook for a little while now, but the younger's mouth remained shut. Eyes darted in one place, and that look of him just made his heart broke into millions of pieces.

"I'm...okay." Jungkook managed to answer, coughing dry after. Taehyung rubbed circles at his back, face in sadness. He just couldn't take seeing him like that. He just wanted to hug and cuddle with him right and there, but it seems like he's rejecting his movements.

Jungkook can feel the urge to stay close, but he's too tired to show any emotion. He wanted to hug him, too. So much that he doesn't want to let go of him ever, but he couldn't. He couldn't do it and is not planning to do it either. His heart is in pain, his mind still can't process what's happening. Jungkook knows it himself that she'll come back, she won't stop even a second. For sure, whenever she is right now, she's already planning to do something. She's Samantha, after all.

He felt Taehyung's hand snaking over his waist and before he knew it, he was pulled to a hug. Now, his tears flowed down crazily. Taehyung nodded, hand running down his lover's dark locks.

"It's okay, let them all out," he whispered so lovingly to Jungkook, that made the younger burst out. Sobbing mess, he kept giving Taehyung's chest a slight punch, which the older accepted. He has no idea how it affected him, maybe he needs to do it to let go of the pain, at least.

They've been in the same damn situation for the past days, and it only gets worse and worse. It was never better, not even once. Whenever they're having a great time, it'll be ruined soon after. Oh my Divine, he doesn't know what to do now to make things go back from where it was.

He kept on shushing Jungkook gently, patting his back. The younger one's eyes can't stop getting swollen. Another day of breaking down, too much that he's thinking that his tears will drain because of all these.

"I'm so fucking sorry." Taehyung frustratingly said and brushed Jungkook's dark hair back, planting a kiss on his forehead.

The helpless Jungkook sobbed more, pained noises slipping out of his mouth as his breaths started hitching more. They're both suffering, and they'll just suffer more after this.

"N-No, it's alright. Stop apologizing." whispered the small male, closing his mouth to prevent the sounds from coming out of his lips—which gave him another time to catch air.

Taehyung couldn't do anything but mentally curse himself for putting Jungkook in the situation he doesn't deserve. It was so fucked up, too fucked up.

Jungkook closed his eyes and thought, why is he like this? Why is he this weak? Why does it feel like he's already losing when the game she's playing is slowly starting? Both of them can stand at her without even trying. But this fear is unbearable. She changed, she grew much stronger. Seeing her like that is enough for her to part them away. The thought of losing the man he loved for years is destroying him fully.