𝐃. 𝐋. 𝐒. || 𝐊.𝐓𝐇 ✓

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Last night took an extreme turn, and now, we can't go back. Despite the drinking, we still recalled nearly everything that happened.

Taehyung lays behind me with his arm thrown around my stomach and holding me tight while gently breathing. We face the window but say nothing, despite us both being wide awake.

I can feel his eyes on the back of my head, and I wonder if he's thinking about her again. I can't judge him because his arm that's wrapped around me makes me think of Jungkook, too.

"We tried at least," Taehyung whispers behind me, letting his other hand run through my hair. "I thought just maybe..." he lets his sentence fall, not finishing it while turning on his back and moving away from me.

I glance behind me at him, watching his hands run down his face as if exhausted.

"A fake married couple being haunted by our old lovers. That would make a good book, wouldn't it?" He chuckles, though his laugh is far from anything amusing.

He turns his head in my direction, eyes locked on mine with a soft expression etched into his flawless features. "I'm sorry for last night," he admits with a hint of shame in his tone.

"There's nothing to apologize for. I'm the one who was in the wrong for not letting you talk," I admit softly, turning my body to face him now.

My eyes look down when they catch the reflection of the wedding ring on my finger. This all feels so surreal. It seems like not long ago this type of situation would have been unbelievable, especially in my life.

"What are we going to do now?" I ask quietly, still staring at the ring as if in a trance.

"Move on, remember?" He admits. "We've already taken the first step, now it's going to be the hard part. We have to stop thinking about them, and it's going to become more difficult each day. If we just keep this up, we'll finally be free," he sits up in bed, running his fingers through his hair.

"When we... when we were having sex, did you think about him?" He asks calmly, yet with a tad bit of caution while asking.

I shake my head, and then part my lips. "No, that was always the difference between Jungkook and me. He would picture other girls while sleeping with me, but I could never do that. I always see the person who I'm with, and I never imagine otherwise." From hearing my response, he smiles a tad.

"We're getting there then," he says while climbing out of the bed and heading into the bathroom.

He never said if he thought about her with me, but if that's the case, then it's whatever.

Last night made me realize that even if my heart isn't in this, my body can still be, and even though it's not morally wrong, it still feels odd. However, if it's going to eventually make us forget, then I'm all in for it. Truthfully, I'm sick of thinking about love.

Maybe the only way to help myself is to turn off my emotions. Maybe that's the only way to move on. 

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The morning wasn't as joyful as I thought it would be, but as the day dragged on, my spirits became higher.

Taehyung and I walked downstairs in the hotel and decided to walk to a fancy restaurant where he had prepared a reservation just for the two of us.