Indebted...

Part 0

Jungkook's pov

Watching my ex pick himself up off the deck, I winced at the deep cut above his eye. Ouch. He'd need a few stitches for sure. But I wasn't feeling very sympathetic right then.

"Maybe you should do something, Jungkook," said eomma, sidling up to me.

I gave my foster mother (Ma-ri) a helpless shrug. No one with a brain would try to get between Kim Taehyung and something he wanted. And right then, what he seemed to want was to pummel my ex-fiancé into the ground. I would not at all be opposed to that.

Haneul had been something of an asshole lately. Today, he'd gone too far. He might not have made himself as problematic as the others who were set on separating Taehyung and me, but he'd certainly had this coming.

Eomma turned to her husband. "We can't just stand here."

"Why not?" asked appa (Whan). "Haneul should have known better."

Why yes, yes, he should've. A number 1-successful business mogul, Kim Taehyung had a reputation for being someone you did not cross or underestimate. He was driven. Relentless. Assertive. Unforgiving. Intimidatingly intelligent. Richer than God. And, until several months ago, married to his job.

Now he was married to me.

He was also my boss.

He rarely lost his cool like this. Probably because he didn't waste emotional energy letting others get under his skin. But as others weren't supposed to know that our marriage was purely a business arrangement, he naturally had to play the role of possessive husband. And since there was no missing the blatant edge of danger he carried, he certainly had a menacing vibe going on right now.

Taehyung stared the prick down. "I warned you, didn't I? I warned you time and time again to stay away from him, but you didn't listen," he reprimanded, his tone soft. "Worse, you pulled this shit. For someone who claims to care for Jungkook, you sure don't show it."

Haneul clenched his fists. "I do care for him, he's-"

"Not yours," Taehyung finished. "They're my rings on his finger. It's my name he's taken. It's my bed he shares. He is mine. So whether you care for him or not isn't fucking relevant."

Haneul swallowed. "He was mine first."

"And you should have held tight to him. You didn't. You let him go. That was your mistake."

"I did what was best for him."

"No, you did what was best for you. You might have cared for Jungkook, but you didn't put him first. He was never your priority."

Haneul nostrils flared. "What I think ... is that Jungkook deserves to be loved. You'll never love him-you don't have that in you."

Those words stabbed me right in the chest ... because they were true. Taehyung didn't love me. Never had. Never would. I shouldn't care. I wasn't supposed to care. And I definitely didn't
like that I did. But I'd gone and fallen for my fake husband. Yeah, I was that stupid.

Taehyung sighed. "So you've said before. I didn't care what you thought then; I still don't care now. You're of no interest to me. And you're of no interest to him. You're going to leave here, and you're going to stay away from him."

Haneul jutted out his chin. "You don't get to dictate what I do."

"When it comes to my wife, I absolutely do."

"And if I don't stay away from him?"

Taehyung's mouth curved into a cruel, chilling smile that almost made me shiver. "I'll make you wish you had."

Haneul's eyes flickered. "He can do better than you. You don't deserve him."

"And you think you do? You, who just behaved like a complete asshole, think you deserve him?"

Shame flickered across my ex's face. "Maybe neither of us do. But -"

"There are no 'buts.' You're mistaken in thinking that you'd be married to him now if you hadn't messed up. I'd have lured him away from you, even if it took me years. Don't think for one moment he would be yours if A, B, or C hadn't happened. I would have made him mine one way or another. You'd be wrong to think I don't mean that. I'm ruthless about going after what I want."

Haneul narrowed his eyes, studying Taehyung hard. "Son of a bitch, I think you might just actually care for him in your own way."

Taehyung's gaze slid to me, burning with possession, impatience, and something ... more. Something that made my pulse quicken and my breath catch. But Haneul was wrong. Taehyung didn't care for me. There was no way he'd want this marriage to be real. He didn't even want a boyfriend, let alone a husband... right?

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To be continued.......

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