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...
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"𝙀𝙭𝙘𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙚, 𝙄'𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙖𝙨𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙨"
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Jungkook's POV:-
Usually, good morning as I prefer like all people are waking up to the sounds of birds chirping happily, an astoundingly fresh smell of sand and tree leaves rustling with the gush of heaven along with the smoldering soft burn of the Sun's rays tinkling softly through the cracks of the window.
But who would want to wake up in the annoying ring of the alarm, the barking of irritating street dogs, the screams of some mid-brain saesangs in front of your house, and the aflame burn of the Sun which was not at all peaceful?
I hated waking up to the second definition of the morning today, I groaned and stuffed my face back onto the weirdly stony feeling of the pillow, seeing it was not the pillow but the bed and my pillow had its fate down on the floor.
I moaned in anguish and rolled my back to be placed on the soft mattress underneath, not as soft as my pillow which was hollering its grief on my hard carpeted floor, I sighed and the sounds of the barks were still ongoing, I did not know if I lived in a dumpster or actually the best place in Seoul.
Looking up at the ceiling I thought about what schedule I had to follow for today, it was to be tiring today, I closed my eyes yet again and felt the sun blaze my face like a barbeque, groaning an annoyed sigh and kicking my legs to hit something in vain I settled panting on my bed.
Getting up from the bed and stretching all the stiff bones, I sighed again, I was breathing very hard these days after I was 32 years closer to death, I scratched my stomach which had some marks I do not wish to say out loud, a chapter of my life I never want to reckon or read out loud.
I sighed the nth in just two minutes and went inside the bathroom to get dressed.
Putting together the buttons of the cuffs of my suit I heard the ting of my phone, picking up and properly furnishing the collar of my suit on my neck I checked the message sent to me.
The text brought a mischievous smile to my face and it had written in caps
'YOU ARE BRINGING MY CAR JEON JUNGKOOK, NO RIDE BACK HOME, maybe only maybe if you give a treat of the sprite to me, BUT YOU WILL PAY!'
I texted back just a little okay and he knew it would make Hoseok burn on more on the anger and rage he was seething through the phone "He might lose his beautiful face if he keeps getting angry like this" I said in myself and took the car keys, the keys to the Toyota parked in my complex's garage and whistled my way into the elevator.
