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"Seriously," he asked, addressing her directly, "Why are you in here? And how did you get in?"
The uninvited guest smirked at Jungkook, her gaze never wavering from his muscular torso. He shifted awkwardly under her intense stare, feeling exposed and vulnerable in his current state.
The woman was dressed in a fashionable but professional office attire. A black shirt, paired with fitted trousers, complimented her bad-girl style enhanced by visible tattoos and a tongue piercing. As the woman began to speak, her pierced tongue darted out and ran across her lips, making them glisten.
Jimin entered the room at that moment, his expression a mix of amusement and realization. "Jungkook," he said, barely containing his chuckle, "that's my colleague from work. She came here to pick me up."
"Raizel, let's go," Jimin said, trying to steer the woman away from the half-naked man.
As she smirked and winked at Jungkook, she teased, "Bye baby boy."
Jungkook grumbled to himself, his jaw clenching in annoyance. "I'm not a baby boy," he muttered under his breath, feeling aggravated by the unexpected encounter.
Once the woman, Raizel, had finally left the room, Jungkook let out a deep sigh. He was relieved to have his privacy back, but the memory of her mocking words lingered in his mind. "Baby boy," he muttered disdainfully, shaking his head in disbelief. The audacity of that woman.
Jungkook let out a weary sigh, a familiar sense of resignation settling over him. It seemed that his life had always been a pattern of fleeting flings and hookups. He had attempted to break the cycle, seeking something more stable and long-term. Yet, his supposed 'mistakes' always seemed to derail any chances of genuine connection.
With a solemn expression, he thought to himself, 'Perhaps I'm just not cut out to be a one-woman man'. His desires and urges were a constant battle within him. He regretted what he had done to Katherine, the guilt weighing heavily on his conscience.
Jungkook couldn't help but ruminate on the what-ifs. If only he had contained his lustful impulses, perhaps things would have ended different with Katherine. He desperately longed for a partner with whom to spend the rest of his days, someone who would be his rock and his constant.
Unfortunately, destiny had other plans. His infidelity had shattered the once-promising relationship, leaving behind shattered fragments of their broken love. The memories of their once-happy times, now represented by shattered pieces of an urn, served as a poignant reminder of how he had destroyed their bond.
Jungkook always looked up to his parents as the epitome of a perfect couple. Their love and bond was something he admired and hoped to one day replicate. He believed in the possibility of finding a relationship that mirrored the deep connection his parents shared.
Jungkook chuckled as he spoke with his mother on the phone. She was, as usual, inquiring about his eating habits and asking if he was cooking for himself.
