Divorcees

4

When a man is married to another man, for obvious reason, it can only be considered as a love marriage. Because even if it was an arrangement done on the basis of benefits, nobody was willing to fight against the world and it's accusations to live being married to someone from the same sex if it wasn't for love.

So eventually, what Taehyung and Jungkook once had also bloomed from a seed of affection.

"NO Taehyung!!" He yelled, clutching his hair as he looked at Taehyung with a furious gaze. "No you don't fucking get it?!! My hardwork, my time, all gone! That was meant to be my dream of lifelong freedom from worrying about money ever again!!"

"For what Jungkook!!" The other male cried, standing up as the two now stood in front of each other. "Money for what?? You've gone mad!! Spending the entirety of your days in that fucking office of yours, and if I showed concern for once I'm the bad guy??"

"Of course you don't fucking get it YOU DON'T WORK." Jungkook groaned. "All you do is plan family trips. Want to have breakfast together want to have lunch together want to have dinner together. What is your life??"

"That is my question too Jungkook!!" By this time, Taehyung was close to his beyond pissed husband. "You, you promised me a life of comfort! A life of love, a happy life and all that shit but what have I got here? A husband who doesn't give two fucks about anything?"

Taehyung immediately yelps when his upper arms are gripped and Jungkook bends a little, looking right into his eyes. As if he wanted Taehyung to have a look in them. To look at his raging veins that were on the verge of bursting. But Taehyung doesn't react to it, only showing how much he reciprocated that feeling himself.

"That's why I work, Jeon Taehyung. For you. Getting the fucking money, attending all the meetings, meeting those heartless fucktards so money doesn't become a problem ever!!"

"But who said anything about wanting money, Jungkook?" Taehyung wasn't crying. Nor was he on the verge of it. Maybe because he was a man himself, that he just wasn't as emotional. Or maybe living between the four walls that would constantly taunt him about wearing a ring on his wedding finger yet with no one by his side all day had just made him so heartless.

"You don't get it." But jungkook only scoffs, removing his hold in an ignorant manner. "Of course, why would you. You've never involved yourself in any of that stuff why would you bother now??"

"No, Jungkook. That's on you." Taehyung says so as he jabs his forefinger over Jungkook's chest. "You're the one wanting to live in a mansion this lavish and which you don't get to enjoy yourself. I hate it here. I hate all this. I hate how you've been."

"Money is life, Taehyung. Whether your little fairytale dreams that you've adopted from all of those novels that you read all the time want to accept it or not, there is nothing without money."

"Maybe, You're right." With a bitter chuckle, Taehyung goes silent. For a good minute, he remains wordless. The only sound heard being of their frustrated breaths."Do me a favor, Jungkook." He looks down. "Spend some money on me again."

By the time Jungkook could question Taehyung over what he just said, a ring was thrown over his feet. He looks down, wordlessly, staring at the golden wedding ring that laid dimly over his shiny black Dior shoes.

"I want a divorce."

"This early?" Jihu frowns after catching the sight of Taehyung standing near the backyard entrance. Nudging to the lady doing her manicure, she tells her to take a break as she walks over to Taehyung.

"I have paused work back home." Taehyung speaks as the two now walk along the same empty corridors once again. "It's not as necessary to go back but, now that everything's finished I think it's only better I return home."

For a while, Jihu remains silent. She wasn't hurt, upset, angry or anything. The only thing Taehyung could see on her flawless face was a look of curiosity and, concern?

"You're hurrying to go back because of Jungkook, right?"

"I'm not going to sugarcoat the truth here." Taehyung sighs defeatedly. "You and Jungkook, you're a national name. The 'Jeon' caste is no joke. Any and everything related to you is kept a close eye on. It took me a whole while to get out of the media's eye, I don't want that again."

"Come on, Taehyung." Now standing at the mansion's enormous entrance, the two face each other. "I know this isn't about media Or anything, you've dealt with it all before."

"..."

"You know what, it's fine." Knowing that there was no end to this topic, Jihu decides to give up. "Thank you for coming over to help within one call, Taehyung. It really meant alot to me. . . And Jungkook."

Mentioning her brother, she turns to face the staircase. When she spots no sign of her brother to come bid farewell to his ex-husband, she only frowns.

"Don't mind." But Taehyung only smiles. "It's better this way."

Atleast unlike last time, there was no rush. His heart wasn't heavy, and as he sits in backseat of the mercedes Benz, he doesn't feel regretful for not being able to hug his sister-in-law and tell her to take care one last time because this time, he did.

But yet, why does his eyes feel heavy? The pit of his stomach feeling so empty? He lifts his hands, feeling how light they've been feeling for a while and he begins to massage them.

The drive home was a long one.