JEON JUNGKOOK punched the steering wheel, not being able to repress his frustrations when he presses his head on the windows, internally contemplating whether he should return to the older's place and take back his words or curl up in his house and be a shameful man who mourns over his mistakes. He groans, "You fucking piece of shit!"
"You could've controlled yourself—" He stares at himself on the rear view mirror, "You could've—"
A faint tapping interrupts him from his argument with himself, switching his line of vision towards the tainted window of his car to see his wife, and having to deal with her causes him to exasperate even further.
He momentarily opens the locked doors, pushing his weight off the leathered seat as he got out and faced a fuming Luna who was still in her nightgown, "Where the hell were you last night?"
"At Jimin's," Jungkook replied glumly whilst closing the door with a thud, he walked ahead, stepping swiftly on the concrete stairs and Luna followed, struggling to walk at a fast pace with her slippers, "You reek of alcohol and don't tell me you stayed there because—"
He pushed the door open, kicking his shoes near the shoe rack, "What? He's my fucking best friend and he's married, Luna. Stop overreacting."
Luna sighs, catching up to her husband with a frown. The maids in the house exited the lounge, leaving the two on their own, though Jungkook wasn't planning to stay and sit around, he needed a shower— he needed to be alone and secluded.
"Fine. Let's say that I'm overreacting, but how would I know when you couldn't even answer my calls or give me a heads up?"
He groaned, removing his cap and throwing it on the expensive couch, "You're used to it, aren't you?"
Luna was in the verge of exploding, the tips of her ears emitting heat as it reddens from irritation. She felt embarrassed with prying ears around their house, and not only that, her suspicions and insecure state wasn't giving any comfort.
Jungkook went on and walked forwards, causing the other to huff out, "Where are you going?"
