He Is Mine (YoonJinKook)

love days

Seokjin wasn't able to hold back his tears as Yoongi's Porsche drives away from his apartment building. Away from his family. Away from home. He cries silently. Only the look on his face screamed loudly. The lids of his eyes glistened with his tears, his healthy plump lips that still had the taste of Jungkook was now mixed with the salty substance he had been releasing from the slits of his eyes. He looked like he was a dying patient, from an incurable disease. That's how it felt anyways, just slowly dying.

He wipes the last batch of his tears away with the back of his hand. Hoping that he wouldn't cry more any sooner. A cold object comes in contact with his cheeks as he wipes them. His wedding ring. The ring, or shall I say, the sentimental asset that reminds him about the most beautiful things that had happened in his life. Most of those elated memories were including Jungkook.

He flexes his right hand to get a better glimpse of the ring. His husband's name is on it, along with the elegant diamond stone on the middle, just the way he loves it. Simple but yet so fascinating when you glance at it. It slid perfectly and exactly on his crooked ring finger. Meaning, that Jungkook actually customized the ring for him so that he would be comfortable wearing it for the rest of his days. The diamond ring never tarnished nor diminished its original look ever since it was pulled out of the small velvet box. The ring represents their undying love for each other.

"I can buy you one- if you marry me." Yoongi says with a husky voice, his eyes directed to the road ahead. The diamond ring probably reflected some light towards the blonde's line of vision. That's how powerful it is. It can blind you even if you're not even looking at it.

"I'm already married." He stubbornly says. Although he knows that- that statement did not matter anymore nor valid for an excuse to escape this deal. The agreement he had with Yoongi is still waiting for its conditions to be accomplished. Missions, that he is obligated to do, are waiting to be done. Heck, he doesn't even now if he could help Yoongi move on that quickly. And what is the closure even?

"There is such thing called divorce right?" The man manipulating the steering wheel questions him with an amused and sarcastic tone of voice. Yoongi whirls his head halfway to send him a smirk. Bragging about how he has outsmarted him. Too sad, he has a better sassy mouth to put in use.

"How can I prove the court that I don't love my husband when in fact, it's actually the opposite." He retorts with a handful of common sense, that made the midget sigh with disbelief. The blonde shook his head with an annoyed face, unable to handle the obnoxious debate.

"You will fall for me." Yoongi mutters while turning his face to look straight ahead at the road, not wanting to resume this argument between them. He probably gave up and didn't want to give more fucks about the "marriage" shit.

"I have a son." He spoke with hopelessness, trying his best to make Yoongi feel guilty and sorry for him. Nothing seemed to change with his try, judging by the way Yoongi's face remained calm. Acting is his strength, and he has been using it to get out of problematic situations. He stays quiet, waiting for Yoongi to excuse him, so that the deal would be off.

"I know that." The deep voice says.

"Then why?" He asks anxiously. At the end of his question, his voice arises an octave higher. The blood in his veins rushed with ultimate power, causing his stress hormones to increase.

"Why what?" The low voice of Yoongi bounces off the surfaces of the vehicle. The blonde wore a neutral expression.

"Why are you pursuing such scandalous acts out of lust? There are plenty of attractive people out there who aren't married nor pregnant, and definitely better than me." He explains as a matter of factly. Actually saying the truth and confronting his admirer boosted his confidence.