Jungkook a divorcee of two years gets haunted and foraged by his abusive ex-husband, he just needs to flee from the grasp which once held him and never let him go.
Now, What if he finds the business tycoon's young son Seokjin who was once his boyfri...
Grunting I closed the shutter of my restaurant after a not-so-tiring day because of the rock-head brainless person I was to not distribute the fliers or promote my restaurant before asking Yoongi to actually open it.
I looked at the wind chime which hung above the door and gave a short smile to it when I heard the tinkling sound of it echoing in my ears and the cold winds blowing fast against me, making me shudder and I gave a small hitch to the varsity jacket I had on.
There weren't many customers as I had expected but a hell lot of food stuffed inside the refrigerators which Yoongi brought to help me with the preparation of the delicacies, I was a chef and I was proud of it, I had a master in it yet my mother whom I didn't even meet over ten years is impacting a lot of pressure on me to join as the vice-president.
Who am I to deny free money from my own mother but just work with your legs up on your desk like a freelancer, this word for me just meant I was landing free money from my mother.
I got my phone out of my pocket and looked through all the messages or probable calls I could get, I expected some common calls to be present and to brighten up my screen.
I beamed a sarcastic smile and saw the small text which had been sent to me by my mother in the morning was deleted as foreseen, I shook my head with a sad twinkle of hope in myself that she might have changed but as contemplated she did not slightly modify into any good, she was the same heartless prostitute in this overpowering business world as a so-called powerful lady.
Plugging one of my hands inside the pocket to conserve it from the severe cold winds I walked staring at the kaleidoscopic screen of my phone and saw two missed calls from my beloved step-brother, thinking sarcastically had its own fun.
I clicked my tongue weighing down all the real-life and actual oppositional ideas and consequences that could surf through my mind at that moment if I did not pick up another one of his calls or if I did not call him back immediately, Namjoon might actually prove his threatening words from years ago true and into prompt action.
I hell did not want to spiral my existence around his exhausting ominous presence but I had no choice but to be around him, I pressed the dialer where his name showed, and the way I crushed my thumb on the screen I felt a surge of thought to crush my feet on his face.
Hearing the dial go for about a good two minutes and no one picking up from the other side, I thought he might have given up for this day, I wanted a refreshment yet again but I had written to Yoongi earlier in a text that I might want to refuge in his house.
