(Taehyung and Jungkook doesn't have the best time past 3 months. Taehyung is always busy leaving Jungkook behind. Situation comes up where Taehyung has to remind Jungkook who he belonged to.)
Jungkook wakes up by the sound of clothing, more specifically the clinking sound of a belt. He instantly knew it was his husband Taehyung, getting ready for work.
He hated the fact that he had woken up to be reminded that his husband was once again leaving him alone the whole day, only to come back late at night just to give him the cold shoulder.
Jungkook and Taehyung haven't had the best relationship for the past few months, 3 months. All they did was argue, scream at each other, let out all the piled up pain and frustration they had at each other, saying things that sometimes they didn't mean.
Jungkook sighs, rolling a bit on his back to look over his shoulder at his husband whose back was turned towards him. He lets his eyes linger on him for a bit before turning back again.
He tries going back to sleep, but is unable to, all the thoughts kept circulating inside his head, all the fights he had with Taehyung always made him sad.
He looked at his bed side table clock, reading 5:30 am, it was way too early to be thinking about this, yet he couldn't help it. These thoughts made his trust for his husband decreasing day by day. He loved him, he truly did, but the lack of trust made him wonder if his husband has fallen out of love.
Deciding that he would no longer be able to sleep, he threw the covers off his body, sitting up on the bed and rubbing the sleep off his eyes. He yawned, cold feet touching the floor, walking towards his bathroom, turning the warm water of his bath, allowing the water to flow, starting to fill up the tub.
He dropped in a cherry scented bath bomb, along with some bubbles. He lifted his top above his head, removing his clothes, leaving him naked, leaving him to stand in the middle of his bathroom.
He closes the tap as it fills up to the top, lowering himself to lay backwards, water reaching his neck, red bubbles laying atop of the cherry red water.
The warm water seemed to relax his tense muscles almost immediately. He sighed, shivering from how the temperature of his body changed under seconds, from cold to hot super quick. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to drown in the warm water, the scent lingering in the air, calming and sweet.
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Lunch time soon came, just as Jungkook was serving himself some of the food he had made, eyes puffy and red from the lack of sleep. He sighed tiredly, letting the spoon fall back in the pan before sitting himself on a stool by the kitchen island.
As he's about to dig, the door bell rings. He pauses his hand between air, eyes shutting and he groans, harshly pushing the stool away.
He walks to the door, pulling it open, seeing a female with a small smile. Hello. I'm Mr Kim's assistant. She bows respectfully. I'm sorry for bothering you, but Mr Kim asked me to drop these files at his home. She says, holding her purse open as she took out a folder with papers in them.
Jungkook frowns. He's at work. He simply says, confused, why she would be delivering these folders to his home but not directly to his office.
She blinks confused, shaking her head softly. No sir, Mr Kim didn't go to office today, he had to call off sick. She frowns, confused at the misunderstanding. A shocked expression flashes on Jungkook's face for a few seconds before turning cold.
He picks the files gently from her hands. I'll give them to him, thank you. She smiles, bowing once again before walking down the stairs into her car.
Back inside, Jungkook's fist clench, his breathing shaky. He can't believe, his husband is cheating on him, why would he lie about his whereabouts if he wasn't?
He feels his eyes tear up, all the pain, all the sadness and all the anger going way over his head. Enough to make him explode.
He screams, throwing the files in his hands against the wall, the papers flying out of it, He cried, pushing over a small table, an expensive long vase sitting on top of it, crashing the second it it the floor. He was shaking, but all he could see was red, he was angry, tired and in so much pain.
He was blinded by anger that he didn't realize he had crashed against a huge painting hanging from the wall in the middle of pushing another table.
Hearing the thud behind him, he turned around noticing that the blue ocean painting had a huge gash in the middle of it.
His heart broke. No... no no no. He repeated , panic filling his body. He cried, touching the painting with his fingers, feeling his heart shatter.
The painting was owned by his father who had died to cancer 3 years ago, he had gifted him this painting as a way of remembering him. The painting was extremely important to him, he had vowed to curse himself if anything ever happened to it.
I-I'm sorry. He sobbed, curling into his body, hugging the painting close of him. He shook, gasping for air the more he cried.
His cries echoed inside the mansion. He was lonely. His anger had destroyed his last memory of his father.
His cries finally stopped after awhile, sniffles was the only thing that could be heard from him after the fit of crying he just had.
His head leans against the frame of the painting, his heart was completely throbbing at the fact he had just ruined his father's painting because of his anger. He held onto his own arms, nails digging into his skin, trying to stop himself from crying again.
He whimpered, getting up from the cold floor, walking towards the kitchen, holding onto the wall with one hand. He takes a glass and fills it up with water, drinking it all in one go.
He pants, shakily placing the cup down on the counter. He walks back to the entrance, kneeling down next to the broke vase, picking up the shards with his bare shaky hands.
Having cried hard not long ago, his body shook with hiccups, accidentally picking up a shard at the same time, hurting the palm of his hand.
He cried out in pain, holding his hand, blood coming out of the wound. Fuck. He cursed, running to the kitchen, getting a bandage from the med.
He cries from the pain, his hand becoming numb. He wastes no time in rushing up the stairs to his room, crawling under the cold bed covers, he thought that maybe if he slept, he would wake up from this nightmare and his life would go back to normal.
