Jungkook: I... I am sorry, Tae. I didn't know... I was... Jealous
Taehyung : Enough!!!
Taehyung exclaimed as a drop of tear run down his cheek.
Taehyung: Please, stop breaking my heart. I don't sleep around or sell my body. I am not a fuckboy like...
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𓂃⋆ JEON JUNGKOOK ⋆𓂃
I grimaced, rubbing my temple as I woke up on the couch in my studio. I stood up sleepily as I felt thirsty. When I wanted to go to the kitchen, I stumbled as I didn't pay attention to the empty bottles on the floor. A weight settled on my heart when I passed by the unfinished canvas I was drawing yesterday. Taehyung !
I missed him so much. It had been three weeks since I saw him. I had been staying in my studio without leaving it, spending my time on drawing and drinking.
After trying to make him forgive me in vain for three weeks, I decided to stop bothering him as my hopes vanished one by one. he would never forgive me.
Yes, I admit I shouldn't have been suspicious of him having an affair with Jackson, but when he barged into the suite, looking furious, I couldn't control my emotions. And I lost my only chance with him.
Maybe, Taehyung didn't forgive me because he was waiting for the opportunity to get rid of me. From the beginning, it was me who tried hard to get closer to h. And that night... if he wasn't drunk, he would have never slept with me.
As sadness filled my heart. he was waiting for me to make a mistake to get rid of me. I ran my hand through my disheveled hair. Probably, I was just fooling myself thinking that I could win his heart.
I heaved a loud sigh and walked towards the kitchen. After pouring a glass of water for myself, I leaned against the kitchen and sipped my water, lost in my thoughts.
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𓂃⋆ KIM TAEHYUNG ⋆𓂃
I bit my lower lip, starting at Jungkook on the big billboard in front of the mall. I hadn't seen him the last few weeks. I should admit that I missed him. I heard from Jungkook that he was leave, but I didn't know when he was coming back. Stop thinking about him, Taehyung! You must be happy that he stopped bothering you.
Mrs kim: Tae, what are you doing here?
My mother asked, interrupting my thoughts as she approached me, holding my son in her arms.
Th: Nothing, Mom..
I mumbled and gave her a nervous smile. She frowned as she saw the billboard. I averted my gaze, ruffling my hair.
Th: Come to your Papa, Yeon.
I told my son softly and took him in my arms before walking towards the main entrance.
I knocked on the door and walked in as I heard Bora's voice. There was a man sitting in the chair beside her desk. He probably was in his late twenties or early thirties. He had dark brown hair and brown eyes, and looked quite handsome in his custom-made suit.
