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31 : Touch of his taste

The whole week was Jungkook crying obsessively and childishly without getting out of bed. He stopped taking his mother's calls and eating. His skin looked dehydrated and his eyes were permanently red.

He kept sending DMs to Jimin's private Instagram - account he once created. Three days ago, the "seen" status had his heart popping out of his chest, but he was seen-zoned without getting any response.

Tonight was no different. He opened Jimin's DM box and rained it down with texts.

Please tell me where are you?

I will do as you say, but talk to me and come back.

Please Jimin... I am begging you. Come back to me.

You can't say you love me and then leave me.

You know what? You never loved me. I fucking hate you. You are a selfish fucking asshole.

I am sorry. I love you so much, Jimin. Come back.

He tried his hands on desperation, rage, begging, and expressing his pain, but nothing worked on the actor. His doorbell suddenly rang and he jumped on the floor the next moment, rushing to answer it in another. He hoped it was Jimin, but no.

His mother and Kyla welcomed him with glowering faces. He couldn't understand how the two arrived there together, but in a way, it was no shocker, knowing he had been childish by ignoring their calls and texts, this was warranted.

"Kookie," his mother hugged him tightly, even if he looked like he has been living on the streets for the past week, clothes dirty, hair tousled, body stinking, and eyes hurt.

The young male hugged her back, but to everyone's surprise, he kept calm and didn't break down as they expected. "I am sorry, Eomma." He mumbled shamefully.

"It's okay, honey. It's okay. Let's get inside."

Kyla stood silently, waiting for her turn when the older woman stepped in. She hugged Jungkook and pulled away immediately. "You need a shower."

Jungkook pulled his arms up and sniffed his armpits, making a disgusting face at how he smelled. He followed Kyla in quickly, now smiling a little. "How did you two meet?" He asked, watching his mother and Kyla clean up the couch to sit there.

"I met her at the airport and we shared the ride home," Kyla answered.

"You two sit and talk. I'll go and make something to eat." Ms. Jeon stated.

Jungkook nodded at his mother, also needing privacy to talk, so he only pointed at the right side. "The kitchen is over there."

Once Ms. Jeon walked away, leaving the two behind, Jungkook looked at Kyla with his big eyes. "I am sorry, Kyla. I shouldn't have-"

"Shouldn't have been a brat like a two-year-old? My little Elisa is just one week, but you gave me such a hard time, Jungkook. I can't be a mother of two at this age."

Jungkook felt mortified. It was because of him that Kyla had to travel across the continent, leaving her post-partum wife and a baby behind. "I am so sorry. I just couldn't think straight. I know it's not acceptable."

Kyla sighed. She could comprehend Jungkook's situation. He was here all alone with no friends to turn to. This was something he couldn't share with his mother, or anyone else. He needed a friend at this time and he had none. So he did what he could, moping around until he started stinking. "I am glad you realize that that wasn't the way to handle the situation."

"It is my first break up," Jungkook said, shrugging and letting the unshed tears out calmly.

"He didn't break up with you, Jungkook. He cares for you more than you think he does." Kyla argued, reaching to hold the man's cold hand.