Jungkook sighed, it had been 2 hours since Yoongi left and he hadn't moved from the bed; The way Yoongi talked to him earlier really hurt. Jungkook had his fair share of sex partners but none of them felt like Yoongi.
He felt different whenever he was around him. Yoongi made him so good, physically and mentally. He made him completely forget about everything. The way yoongi took care of him, made him feel... new. Nobody, besides, his mother hadn't treated him like that ever.
He grabbed his phone off the nightstand so he could call one of his supervisors, He was going to do something he'd never do.
"Munhee, do me a favour and find a nice house near me, something nice but small, send me all the options when you're finished. Could you also use my card to purchase a Mercedes Benz? Specifically a CLA coupe? Thank you Munhee, I'll talk to you later." He ended the phone call and threw his phone onto his bed.
Buying cars and houses. He would never even think about doing that for anyone but he just wanted the omega around him more, and this was the best he could do. Spoil him. He stood up and walked to his bathroom to take a shower.
He looked at the hickeys and bites that Yoongi had left, his fingers tracing around them and smiling. "Yoongi..." He never wanted them to fade away. He wanted to leave some on Yoongim his teeth were itching to do so. "You can't do that!" He slapped his face, lightly and opened up his medicine cabinet and took his suppressants.
Jungkook took 4 even though he was meant to take 1. He just needed to control his urges, when he was around Yoongi - they spiked up. "I need to see a doctor soon." He threw his head in his hands, dragging them across his face. He took off his boxers, tossing them into the basket and stepping into his shower, wincing when the shower was cold.
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Jungkook was now sitting on his couch; Eun-byeol was also there. Jungkook couldn't bear to look at her after a couple nights ago. She smelt extremely off, like she was using a sweet smell to mask how she usually smelt. He didn't want to go near her, she was giving him a headache.
"Jungkookie," His knee was shaking as he played with his hands, "Guess what?" He could feel her grin.
"Daddy moved the wedding to a month! We're getting married in a month" Jungkook's jaw dropped, he felt dizzy and disgusting. In no way, did he want this, he felt his heart stop and all of the colour drain from his face. He tried his best to stall it previously, saying he was way too busy, he was dealing with business stuff and the Myungs took it. But it seemed like this time, they were serious.
He gulped, feeling himself getting extremely sweaty. He patted his chest, where his heart was. His mouth was tingling and his throat was closing up.
"I'M SO HAPPY!" She jumped up, grabbed his hands and pulled him up so she could dance around with him but he barely moved around.
Eun-byeol sat back down, giggling, "I can't wait to get married and get pregnant..." She smiled and held her stomach, rubbing it like she was pregnant. She looked up, noticing Jungkook's face. "What's wrong? Did I do something?"
He shook his head, "Then come and sit next to me, if there's nothing wrong." Hesitantly, he sat back down next to her. "I don't like how you're acting. It's making me upset" She raised her voice, standing up.
"JUNGKOOK, DO YOU HATE ME? DO YOU FIND ME REVOLTING?" Tears streamed down her face, and she collapsed to the floor, her cries echoing through the room. She curled up and screamed, "I'LL TELL MY-MY DAD ABOUT THIS." She yelled Jungkook quickly moved closer to her, wrapping his arms around her to provide comfort and support. He began to wipe away her tears, but he couldn't bear to look at her. He hated hugging her but he didn't want anything to happen to his mother.
"I'm-I'm sorry... It's just that. I, uhm, ate some wei-weird foods earlier. I feel a little sick." She stopped crying and looked up. Jungkook, luckily, still looked very sick.
"Aw, my little Jungkookie." She forced herself onto his lap and hugged him tightly.
"Eun-byeol, I don't want you to get sick... You should leave." She surprisingly took it off well and kissed his forehead.
"Bye Bye, Jungkookie! You better be well before the wedding!" She closed the door.
A distressed Jungkook began to rock back and forth on the floor. He rubbed his hands and began to hit his head with them. His phone rang, making him stop and answer his phone. It was his father.
"He-Hello?" Jungkook's voice cracked.
"Jungkook," His father's voice was completely monotone. Boring and sad. "the Myeong family want to hold a press conference at 9 pm. You are expected to be there." His father ended the call.
Jungkook started to sob loudly, this was way too much for him; he threw his phone across the room. He started to feel sick. He rubbed his throat and started coughing, violently. He coughed up some flem onto the floor and huffed - trying to catch his breath.
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Jungkook had pushed down whatever feelings he had earlier; he adjusted his tie as he prepared himself to go into the hall so they could announce their wedding.
Jungkook didn't want this. He didn't need this, why couldn't he just stay single and focus on the company? Everything was about connections, connections and it made Jungkook sick. He made this business for his mother and continued it to commemorate her. Not to make money, he already had enough of it.
He sighed and walked in the hall, it was set up beautifully. Everything was covered in a pearly silky white with hints of red. There was a large crystal chandelier placed perfectly in the middle, everyone there was sat, waiting for him. He looked around to see Eun-byeol standing in front of him with a beautiful bouquet in her hands and that's when Jungkook sighed; everything was beautiful but Eun-byeol and the camera crew were ruining it.
He sighed, walking up to her as she giggled and took the ring box of his father. He didn't even realise how upset he looked. He took the ring out of the box, expecting a beautiful diamond one but instead, it was a plain, sad-looking, wedding band that looked cheap. So much for a family that had so much money.
He looked back to see his stepmother, her face was stoic as she glared at him. Making him turn back.
Jungkook just wanted to be with his mother. His real mother. he was going to see her after this was finished. He was so caught up in work and the pressure from his father, he hadn't visited her in 5 years. He missed her so much. He kept the paintings she used to make close to him, putting them around his office. When he found it hard to sleep, he would put on one of her opera tapes or watch one of the videos she took with him.
He smiled, tearing up a little bit, "Aw, Jungkook you must be so happy! I'm happy about getting married too." She looked into the camera, and Jungkook was snapped back into reality, he wasn't with his mother, watching them frolic on the beach together. No. He was doing a marriage press conference with fucking eun-byeol.
He didn't respond but he grabbed a glass of champagne to make a toast. He just wanted this to be over.
--- 1305 words Dude... fuck yes
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