..MAN in Three piece..

15-(*・～・*)

Taehyung's pov

WHAT THE HELL WAS TAKING HIM SO LONG?

The line was moving faster than anticipated, and Jungkook had yet to return from the bathroom.

It was now possible to see the open casket. How upsetting it was to witness such a young, handsome guy lying there dead. I knew he had wronged Jungkook, but Himchan didn't deserve this. I could see that he had light brown hair and a handsome face. He looked so peaceful. I truly hoped he was in a better place.

Loads of white floral bouquets surrounded his casket with banners that read, Son, Friend, Husband. There were long, cream-colored candles lit. It was a beautiful setup. The best that money could buy.

I looked behind me. Still no sign of Jungkook.

My eyes then landed on her.

Looking stoic, she was sitting in the seat closest to the casket.

Ga-yun.

My body went rigid, an unexpected surge of possessiveness running through me. Like Chan, Ga-yun also had gorgeous face and blonde hairs. My boyfriend had been fucked over by Barbie and Ken. And I was more like the Bratz doll rebound.

My boyfriend. I guess he was, wasn't he?

Anyway, Ga-yun was physically the opposite of me, petite with almost a ballerina's body. She was beautiful. While I hadn't expected anything less, I had hoped that maybe, by some chance, she would just be average-looking. Not the case.

But it wasn't just her looks that gave me an upset stomach. It was more so coming face to face with someone whom Jungkook had given his heart to. He'd loved her. I wasn't sure that he'd ever feel the same about me. Perhaps I never realized how much I wanted or needed that until this moment.

As she spoke to the people giving their condolences, I looked at her eyes. Those were the eyes that used to gaze into Jungkook's. I looked at her mouth. That was the mouth that kissed his lips, sucked his cock, my eyes traveled down to her thin legs. Those had been wrapped around his back.

Jesus, Taehyung. Stop torturing yourself. So THIS was what full-blown jealousy felt like.

When I looked behind me again, the woman in back of me smiled. "How did you know Chan?"

"Um...I didn't. I'm actually with Jeon Jungkook."

"Ga-yun's former fiancé?"

I swallowed the lump in my throat. "Fiancé?

"If it's Jeon Jungkook of Jeon Financial Holdings, yes. They were engaged to be married before Ga-yun and Himchan got together."

My stomach sank. He'd asked her to marry him?

"Right. Of course. Yes. I'm with that Jeon Jungkook. And you are?"

"Hye-ja. I'm a neighbor of Ga-yun and Himchan's. I sometimes babysit Hana."

"That's their daughter?"

"Yes. She's four. Beautiful, dark hair, unlike her parents."

"Well, that happens sometimes." I shrugged.

Before our conversation could continue, my attention shifted toward the sight of Jungkook wading through the crowd toward me. He was staring blankly ahead, looking completely dazed. This whole experience was apparently even tougher on him than I thought.

"Are you okay?"

He nodded silently, but my gut told me that something was terribly wrong.

It was finally our turn to kneel at Himchan's casket and offer a prayer. Clasping my hands together, I closed my eyes and said one Our Father and one Hail Mary.