Gigolo (A Taekook Ff)

Chapter six

"Unless commitment is made, there are only promises and hopes... but no plans." - Peter F. Drucker

Taehyung P.O.V

I never understood why I loved smoking cigarettes . I knew they slowly damaged my lungs and that's why I called them 'death sticks.". I knew they were responsible for weakening the structure of my lungs, I knew they were responsible for darkening my luscious pink lips.

But there was a reason why I used to smoke. I smoked because I wanted to die. People used to get confused about such behaviour of mine. I had the looks of a Greek god. Both girls and boys swarmed around me just to get my attention. They why did I want to leave this world so badly?

Well I was afraid of becoming a father. I was young and didn't wanna fail my unborn child as a father. So, instead of getting rid of it I decided to get rid of myself. After all he was the result of my carelessness.

But my angel saved me from myself by coming into my life. His big emerald eyes were enough breathe me back to life.

'Just close your eyes
The sun is going down
You'll be alright
No one can hurt you now
Come morning light
You and I will be safe and sound' ---

I sang to my toddler as I cradled him in my arms and soon my voice lulled him to a deep slumber. I gently kissed his arms and put him inside his crib thanking the lord for blessing me with my beautiful son.

I sat on the couch and closed my eyes to tune everything out , only the words of Jeon Jungkook replaying themselves like a broken gramophone record.

Jungkook P.O.V

I found myself staring into the abyss, thinking about my unloyal wife and her infidelity. Yes I was well aware of the fact that my wife was cheating on my with multiple men. She didn't want to be tied down so I let her do whatever she wanted to do.

Forgiving infidelity has an immense amount of cost involved , forgiving infidelity means sacrificing your pride and peace of mind.

I was ready to sacrifice my pride and peace for the sake of our love but then I realized there was no point in sacrificing my pride and peace for the sake of something non existent. A tiny part of me still wanted to get her back , still wanted to make her fall for me but the biggest part of me held me back from falling into her trap again.

People called me emotionally constipated and I didn't blame them for that. Because I knew I was fooling them with my facade.. They didn't know my emotions were all over the place.

I craved human contact. The lack of romantic love was driving me insane. Everyone told me they would die to lead an organized and controlled life like me, they told me feelings and emotions don't matter, but I knew they were afraid of real commitments.

Commitments are really enjoyable but only if you find the right person for you.

I had no way to keep my emotions in check. I felt like exploding all the damn time. I was tired of living like a mad man.

Sometimes I found myself thinking about Taehyung. I found that man eerily attractive. So one night I found myself driving to the escort agency where I was supposed to forget Emilia for one night but ended up spending the night with Taehyung , talking about our lives and other stuff .
No, I didn't have the intention to commit adultery. I just wanted to talk to him again because only he was capable of keeping my mind off my sorrows and struggles.

'Stone cold, stone cold
You see me standing, but I'm dying on the floor
Stone cold, stone cold
Maybe if I don't cry, I won't feel anymore'

My phone started to ring , snapping me out of my thoughts. I picked up the phone without bothering to look at the screen.

"Hello, whoever you are please hang up. I can't talk to you right now,I am driving. ", I grumbled.

"Jungkook this is Emilia. I'll be staying at my friend's house tonight. Please don't wait for me and don't starve yourself, ok? Bye.", she said before hanging up.

I sighed and shove my phone inside my pants pocket. I knew where she'd spend the night and that saddened me. With a heavy heart I kept driving to the agency . The image of Taehyung's face kept flashing through my head as I drove to the agency.

A/N: Thoughts on this chapter?