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Kim Taehyung's POV

I couldn't move. I felt frozen. I couldn't tell what emotion he was feeling as I stared guiltily into his eyes. I didn't know! How was I supposed to know!? I had no confidence in myself, yet she gave me the confidence to be with him.

He harshly grabbed my shoulders and slammed me against the wall. Now I could tell what emotion was in his eyes. Anger. Pure anger.

"YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" He screamed. "HOW COULD YOU!? HOW FUCKING COULD YOU!?"
"J-just let me explain!" I stuttered, watching my vision blur slightly as I felt the water brimming in my eyes.
"What is there to explain!?" He retorted. "It's plain and simple what you did! You cheated on me!"

"It's not that simple!" I yelled out. "Please, Jungkook, just try to understa-" I was interrupted.
"Never." He spat. "It was supposed to just be you and me, yet you brought her into it all. How could you?"
"Please believe me!" I wailed. "I didn't know!"

"I didn't know she was your sister!"

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I gripped my steering wheel nervously as I pulled in to the driveway of this 'pub'. After the recent ordeal with my now ex-girlfriend one of my friends suggested I come here to "get laid" and "let off some steam", but now I'm here I feel as if I'm regretting ever agreeing.

I checked my watch; 9:50pm, I'm early. I leant back into my seat, exhaling nervously. I can't cancel now, this cost me so much fucking money. But I don't really want to do this. What if my ex was right? How embarrassing would that be!?

I only had five minutes left, so I decided to exit the car, making my way in and up to the lady at the bar.
"What can I get you sweet cheeks?" She smirked.
"Actually, I uhh.. have an appointment. 10 o'clock. Kim Taehyung." I told her.
"Oh yes." She spoke, once checking the booklet. She pulled out a keychain, with a key and a small block on it with number 15 written on one side and the numbers 80085 written on the other.

"The bigger number is the code to get through the door. The smaller number is the room number. Enjoy yourself." She let me through and down a flight of stairs, leaving me to my own devices now. The whole situation was starting to get to me, and I was seriously debating just walking away until I finally found room 15. Taking a deep breath, I pushed the key into the lock, unlocking and opening the door.

The room I entered was dimly lit with red light, and I noticed that it was smaller than I was expecting. I closed and locked the door behind me, shoving the key into my back jeans pocket, and turned around to find a small girl sat on the bed.

"Hello." She smiled brightly at me. I was taken aback by her confidence.
"Oh, h-hello." I replied.
"I'm Minji, what's your name?"
"T-Taehyung." I stuttered, noticing what she was wearing and looking away.
"Are you okay?" She asked me, crossing her legs on the double bed. "You look really upset." Her boldness - once again - took me by surprise, and it took me a while to actually muster up the courage to reply.
"Y-Yeah, I guess I am pretty beat up." I sighed, walking over and sitting on the end of the bed, facing the wall.

"Wanna tell me what's up?" She asked, moving to sit next to me and her bare legs swinging on the edge of the bed. "I heard venting helps a lot when people are upset."
"Uhh, okay..." I mumbled. "But you have to promise you won't judge me."

"I promise." She replied instantly. "I mean, I'm not really in a position to judge when this is my job." I chuckled slightly to try and remove what I thought was awkward atmosphere.
"How long have you worked here?" I eventually asked her.
"This is my first time actually, so I'm sorry if I'm not good at it." She laughed shyly.