✔ 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧 | 𝐏 𝐉 𝐌

22. 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐒

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| Warning: triggering and depressing content ahead. Mentions of Self-harm ahead. |

Myrah POV Continuation:

"No. You will not," Tae inferred.

"Sorry, what? I decide it," I disputed back as he came front and grabbed me by my throat, his eyes turned red as he spoke.

"You can't take advantage of your brother, Myrah. If you want to die, please do it. But before that, give me your child and I will take care of him like my eyes. You won't leave this village without giving me your child if you don't resort to keeping it."

"Taehyung. I warn you, don't cross your lines," I spoke back. I have to stick to my plan, my plans can't be halted anymore. I have to go back and kill-

Sting. My face was shoved to my right as I felt his hands on my burning cheek. Taehyung for the first time in his life ever raised his hands at me and slapped me. I raised my hand but he caught it.

"If you dare do against my wishes, know it. Like I equipped you with the RachRose, I can feed you the herb that can keep you immobile for months. Don't stir my wrath further," he raged. I don't have a choice, I reckon.

Tae looked over at Kook and spoke, "Please let her stay here, I will take care of her," he bade as Kook nodded and left. With a last look at me, Tae marched out of the cottage.

Jungkook POV:

I walked to the large sunflower fields, they blossomed under the sun in gleam. But my heart sank in hurt and bitterness. I still love her, and she knows it.

When I heard King Jimin call her his Queen, my heart pumped ever so hard as if I would die that very moment. Days flew. I was deprived of anything but misery. Were all the years we spent for one another just a dream?

I would never doubt her love before those events. She was as fragile as me. Yet here she is now, blood smudged on her hands and her heart while I still have the heart to let off her.

I bumped my hands on the rocky well, and as my tears dribbled, the number of tears I spilled for her would even overflow the well, but not more than the ache.

I knew it. It wasn't her mistake wholly. It was mine. Had I been powerful enough to defend her and give her a sense of safety, would she have lived gaily with me?

Had I ever stood for her and not behind her, would I feel this crushed as if no soul is left in me?

All these usual tortures make me want to die. My heart scampered as I looked at my reflection that pooled in the well. I gripped the boulders and pressed my body front, my mind grew black as my eyes clouded in tears.

"Jungkook!" I heard her, my wife's voice.

"Were you about to leap into the well!?" she asked as she pulled me away from the well.

Was I about to commit suicide like the last time?

She gripped my clad as she wailed.

"Are you going to kill yourself because of her? Is the guilt that painful than her misdoings to you? Are you not ashamed? Why are you so cowardly? You are a selfish prick like her!"

"Why did you let her stay then?" I raged back.

"So that you know who she is. So that you get hurt more and will finally understand the fact."

"And why would you?" I clutched her arms as I gazed into her eyes.

"You are selfish. Did you ever think of me who served you for these months? Who am I? A pathetic wife who wants you to love me back? Don't you dare make me a widow and destroy myself.

"I won't let you stick on her anymore. Mark it Jeon Jungkook. Every drop of tear spilled for her is equal to the bottles of venom I am about to drink.

"God! Look at us. Look how she has made you and how crazy you have driven me. Yet like a loser you are, I am sure you are ready to lose me." She cried as she fell, breaking into tears, weeping. She slapped her forehead and broke into cries of agony as I watched her, purely ashamed.

I have wronged two women in my life, and I have been making mistakes all this time. I rubbed my tears that still fell. I bent down and tried to lift her, who shrugged her hands, evading my grips.

With my pale wet face, I looked at her and looked back at my house, my unclear sight, disclosing her figure. Myrah stood there, even from afar I know how she might feel.

I brushed my hair that fell on my sticky face and walked towards her. She might have shut down her walls, but only I knew who she was behind those masks.

I have made a grave mistake and in consequence of what she has done, would never count any big. I felt sick with myself when I was angered by witnessing her with Tae, whom I thought was her new lover.

I pity my shitty heart that skipped a beat when she revealed that she was pregnant. She is not mine anymore, and I have to accept it, yet...

I walked near her, shuddering a breath, a forlorn tear garnished my face as I walked past her into my room and shut it close.

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Kat: sorry for the sore chap <3

And this is Jungkook in this story. (Not in real life. Please, this is fan fiction) his character is designed like this. Hope ya understand.