MAIN CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY ARE ADULTS.
Jungkook will never forgive Lisa for what she did to him many years ago, no matter how stuck they are together. Nor his honor or loyalty will hold him back from doing what he has to do. But Lisa is a player...
HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO TUKKIMOMMA LANDING HERE WITH A NEW CHAPTER!!
ok girls lol y'all better read this because i TRIED to make it the sweetest possible and relevant and super cute for our girly pop lisa that deserves it bc she's basically champagne, sweet, bubbly and makes you stupid bc she also kinda is PUN INTENDED so hehehe pls enjoy
this is just fluff
aND SORRY FOR NOT ANSWERING COMMENTS BESTIES!! you know I read them all 😭 thank you for supporting and being so loud and sorry for lacking this time. I had the most awful week of the last year and I barely could do anything this weekend and during my free time. it was all about solving issues so yeah. I promise to reply as soon as I catch up with the kq update 🙏🏻
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Before heading home that night, Jungkook veered off his usual route and headed in a direction that only made his stomach churn.
He hadn't told Lisa where he was going, and it's not like his wife, with her head so full of things and her stomach empty from that shitty diet she was still sticking to, would even notice he'd be late. It was for the best anyway.
She had enough already: checking catalogs three times, micromanaging the lamps and terrorizing her staff with impassioned speeches about the consistency of the hangers. All of it made him want her to sleep and dream of her big day without any shadows looming over her. So he took care of the shadow himself.
The elevator ride was silent in this shitty building he hated so much, more and more each day.
So late at night, at the JJ Group headquarters, only a few employees remained, working overtime hours that wouldn't be well paid but would be rewarded as experience for their resumes. Everyone knew there was nothing better than working for this conglomerate, and yet, as Jungkook had recently discovered, everything was stained with shit.
The irony made him smile at the pristine, luxurious furniture, the transparent glass, and the marble floor molded by Gyeonggi-do's finest artisans.
Arrogance oozed from every corner, and it would soon be obvious how damaging it was.
Jungkook didn't knock on the door of his father's imposing office; he just nodded to the secretary, who changed every six months, and walked straight in.
Jeon Jungseok was in his usual spot, late at night, not giving a damn about his wife waiting for him at home: sitting behind his desk with a glass of whiskey in one hand and a tablet in the other. The blue light from the screen glowed in his thin glasses until he looked up and saw him, but not the slightest expression crossed his face.
"Well, it's the prodigal son. What's the reason for such a visit?"
"Don't call me that," Jungkook began curtly, the last thing he was planning to do was return the way he so desperately wanted.
