Chasing You..

Ch-11 Regret

Jungkook's pov

As soon as I disconnected the call I tossed my phone onto the table, putting my head in my hands.

I'd jumped to conclusions last night, and now I was going to pay for it. I'd honestly thought Taehyung was with that guy, they looked like a proper little family at the hospital, and in my defense he even told me he had a man. So what was I supposed to think?

I breathed out heavily and sat back on the sofa. I'd screwed up. He was so incredible, and I'd just blown all chances that I had with him. I didn't care that he had a son. I didn't care that he hadn't told me. He'd probably thought it would scare me away.

Never in my wildest dreams had I even thought about dating a person who had kids, but now that I knew Taehyung had one, I couldn't bring myself to stop wanting him. He interested me. I wanted to talk to him about my day and hear about his. I wanted to be the one he called if he got scared or needed a favor; I just plain old wanted him.

So he had a kid, which would be something new, but not so bad. Different, but different can sometimes be great with a little effort - and from what I'd seen of him so far he was worth a lot of effort.

I needed to talk everything through with him. Maybe when we spoke, I could convince him to give me another shot. Or maybe he'll never want to see me again... That thought hurt, so I frowned and gritted my teeth. I already liked him way too much. All I wanted to do was drive there now and talk to him and see if there was something I could do to make it up to him. I even wanted to meet his son and find out if he was as adorable as Taehyung was.

The bedroom door creaked open, but I couldn't bring myself to look up. I was disgusted with myself. If I'd just stopped to think last night instead of being all super angry and getting wasted, then maybe I wouldn't be sitting here wondering if I was going to lose something that could have potentially been the best thing that had ever happened to me.

"Are you done on the phone? Why don't you come back to bed?" the girl purred. She was obviously trying to sound sexy and enticing, but it just made me feel worse. Her voice was nothing like Taehyung's, it wasn't deep, soft or silky, it was just squeaky and high pitched and actually made my ears ring.

I sighed and closed my eyes. "No. Look, I'm sorry, but I need to leave," I mumbled, trying to ignore the hangover and tension headache that was starting to build up behind my eyes.

"Leave? But you said you'd be right back."

I fought the urge to glare at her. Everything would have been fine if I had just walked out last night and gone home, if I'd just slept it off instead of doing all of that stuff with the Minnie Mouse understudy.

The girl was still looking at me, waiting for me to speak, but all I could think about was the fact that she was wearing my fucking shirt. I needed to leave so I could go and scrub myself roughly in the shower and try and erase the memories of last night from my brain. I'd cheated on Taehyung, and it hadn't even been worth it. I only slept with that girl to get back at Taehyung for being with someone else, and now it turned out he hadn't even done what I thought he had.

I groaned and squeezed my eyes shut. I was so angry with myself that I wanted to smash something.

"Look, er..." I racked my brains for her name, but it just wasn't coming to me. Verity or Vanessa? I couldn't just call her Minnie again; I couldn't have her screech at me while my head was already threatening to explode.

She glared at me venomously. "Vicky!"

"Right, Vicky. Last night was a mistake, and I'm really sorry but that's all there is to it. If I could just get my shirt back that'd be great."