21 : π˜‹π˜ͺ𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘀𝘦

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"You are married?"

Jeongguk turns at the voice to witness Aera, walking towards his way with an angered mixed with confused expression.

"Yes.", the raven haired mumbles, gulping.

"You are an arsehole.", she yells, her breath uncontrolled. "You made me break a relationship. Couldn't you tell me about your marriage the first thing when you saw me?"

"I'm sorry-"

"Save it. You are a fucking cheater. You seriously are sick.", she says her final words before she walks away with quick steps

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"Now what? You came to tell me how messed up I am too.", Jeongguk sighs out as he watches his childhood best friend enter his office.

No words leave Yoongi's lips as he comes towards Jeongguk's desk and glare down at him. The man confused at his friend's antics stands up to ask what's the problem.

Before Jeongguk could utter a word a slap lands on his cheek. His eyes widen as he touches his cheek in shock.

"What the hell is wrong with you Jeongguk? You keep messing up. First you kiss Aera, and now you told Taehyung to leave.", Yoongi yells in anger. "I got a call with Taehyung crying over the phone. Why do you keep doing this?"

"Hyung, I wasn't going to kiss her yesterday, I swear. We were just going to hug it out. Taehyung is just being a petty bitch about it.", Jeonnguk exclaims, rolling his eyes, but deep down it hurts. It pained so much knowing he hurt someone he feels so immensely for.

"Jeongguk, do you hear yourself? You're being the petty bitch here. You should've asked for forgiveness, you could've done something, anything. But no, you had to, you just had to be the asshole you are.", the older spats. "You know what, figure this yourself. You're not capable of love anyways."

Jeongguk looks down at his feet with clogged throat and tears that sting his eyes. He shakes his head like the ignorant person he is and looks up.

"Hyung, if you're only here to argue with me than you're very welcome to leave.", Jeongguk states with a stoic expression, radiating nonchalance.

Yoongi sighs.

"Listen carefully to my questions and answer honestly."

"Hyung-"

"Just listen."

"Okay. Ask."

"Do you love Taehyung?"

"Hyung, please-"

"I repeat. Do you love Taehyung?"

"Yes. Yes, I do love him.", Jeongguk says too loudly, he rubs his face in distress. So many germs are transferring from his hands to his face judging from his habit. "Are you done? If you're done distressing me further, please kindly leave."

Yoongi rolls his eyes but shows no actions of leaving.

"Do you regret kissing Aera?"

Jeongguk nods, slowly but certainly.

"Do you want to divorce Taehyung?"

"No. Of course not.", the younger of the duo confirms.

"Then tell me, why are you not with Taehyung, and convincing him to forgive you?"

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Small sniffles come by the side of the old woman who was napping peacefully. Her sleep disturbed, and her eyes red as she looks at her side and finds a blond man staring out the window with tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Son, are you okay?", Taehyung turns to the woman who looks delirious, her eyes red from lack of sleep, hair flying in many directions.

"I'm fine, ma'am"

"Is it because of a loved one breaking your heart?", the old kind female questions, rubbing her eyes to process her surroundings a bit better.

Taehyung simply nods, giving up on defending himself.

"Listen, first think about the person who hurt you. Think about the good factors and bad factors. If the good factors out weigh the bad ones learn to forgive them and if bad out weighs it, let them go. If it's the case of break up then let the person go, be happy with what you have.", the woman words out softly, her tone motherly.

"Thank you, ma'am.", Taehyung says gratefully, with a wide smile but tears in his eyes.

"Think about it.", the woman utters wipping the boy's tears with her hands.

"I will."

"Good. I'll go back to sleeping and please son try to be more optimistic.", the anonymous lady utters as she lays on her back and starts to slowly close her eyes.

Taehyung nods and looks back out of the window. It was filled with clouds, expressing his position on earth. He was in the plane, flying away to an unknown place. America, New York. Somewhere very eccentric to his eyes.

The lady's words loom in his mind.

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Jeongguk.

He gave me hope on the time we were getting married.

He promised he'll take care of me.

He said he'll keep me happy.

He did keep me happy so why?

Why does it hurt? Why do I want to leave him?

"Taehyung!", the male comes out of his trance to see his manager waving his hand in front of his face.

"Yes?"

"Taehyung-ssi you've been distracted a lot as it seems but we have to leave now.", the male informs, wrapping his hand around Taehyung's wrist and pulling him towards the car that waits for them.

Taehyung finally acknowledges his surroundings and gapes as he realizes he's already at the parking lot of the airport. He winces as a cold breeze passes. It's going to be very cold as it seems. His eyes widen as an realization dawned on him.

Doesn't Namjoon Hyung live in New York?

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~Ten days later~

Jeongguk puts his head between his arms on the table with a huge sigh leaving his lips. His head was throbbing. He was delirious. He hasn't walked out of the office for three days straight. He's turn into a workaholic, not giving himself a minute as his mind is filled with Taehyung.

Taehyung's lips

Taehyung's smile

Taehyung's dark chocolate orbs

Taehyung's giggles

"Ahhh. My head hurts so bad.", Jeongguk groans loudly.

He glances at his phone waiting for someone to text him or even call him. Yes, he has been desperately waiting for any news of Taehyung but got absolutely nothing for almost two weeks.

Did he text or call Taehyung?

Nope, nah, no, nothing.

His pretty little ego would be hurt if he was the one to contact his husband first.

It's not my fault Taehyung is acting childish.

Jeongguk thinks to himself with a loud sigh accompanying with it.

I'm being petty, aren't I?

Ding~

His thoughts come to a stop, as he glances at the screen of his phone. Hope sparks presenting themselves in his heart.

A notification from TaebearπŸ»πŸ’“

He sighs in relief at seeing that. Finally, Taehyung changed his mind. Or so he thought?

Divorce papers will be sent to you soon



















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