"Leave Jeongguk."

Taehyung frowns deepens at the statement. What does that have to do with anything?

"May I know, why it concerns you?", the younger asks, with a stare that challenges the other.

Suddenly, tears roll down the woman's cheeks. It just angers the younger further, what the hell is wrong with this woman?

She left him. Asks to meet him again after many years. Now she asks him to leave his husband. What the freaking hell is wrong with her?

"He was the son of Eun-ae.", the woman says softly her tears stopping at her chin.

Eun-ae. It clicks in Taehyung's head. She is Jeongguk's mother, he remembers going to her grave but again how does it have to do with anything.

Showing no sympathy he looks at his mother with anger waiting for her to continue before he explodes.

"Just please leave him."

"Give me a good reason to.", Taehyung replies back with a more calm tone.

"He is the son of Jeon Jonghu. Jonghu raped Eun-ae, my best friend. He loathed me because I would fight him over it. He must have a ill intention when he married you to his son. I just got to know Jeongguk married you and wanted to ask you to leave him.", she replies softly.

"Didn't you like couple of minutes ago said congrats to me for my wedding.", Taehyung retorts back. "You change faces too quickly, mother."

"Tae, I'm sorry. Listen to me for this time. Please."

The young male sighs deeply.

~•~•|•|•~•~

~Flashback end~

Mochi 💓
Tae, can we talk?

"Why are all the assholes contacting me?", Taehyung says to himself. "One ass hole is left. Jeongguk is left to contact."

Jeongguk's name leaves a bitter taste in his tongue. It stung his heart for a second or two but he ignores it.

Oh, hello. Thought you forgot me. Lol 😂

Taehyung looks at his reply and presses send. He shuts his phone and groans loudly.

He lies down on the sofa and stares at the ceiling. At first his thoughts start with the clothes he'll be wearing for the runway but for some odd reason this rounds up to another thought.

Will Jeongguk attend this fashion week? Even if it is the last day.

If bad factors outweigh the good ones learn to let them go

The words the lady told him swirls in his head.

Jeongguk. The man he married. The man he lived with for ten months. The man he loves.

But do I? Do I actually love him?

"Taehyung?"

At his name, the male sits up and turns around to see his brother. He was standing by the door and leaning on the wall with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Yeah?", a reply falls of the younger's mouth. He straightens up more, and tugs his lips downwards. Widens his eyes a bit and frowns to give a sad but lost look.

He has to act after all.

"How are you feeling, now?", the older asks, concern laced in his tone.

Taehyung mentally rolls his eyes.

As if you care.

"Yeah, Hyung. I'm fine.", Taehyung smiles softly.

"It's been two days since you sent him the message. Did he reply yet?"

Something tugs at Taehyung's heart. He never necessarily planned on leaving Jeongguk. He was infuriated when he saw him with another woman and said many bizarre words but never did he mean to say he wanted to divorce Jeongguk.

His tears were genuine two days prior. He was actually sorrowful even thinking about leaving Jeongguk. When he agreed to his mother and Namjoon to leave his younger husband, he was lying.

A part of him believed Jeongguk will sort out everything but time is ticking. Namjoon is already on the case of making the divorce papers and yet his husband didn't contact him.

Maybe he wants to leave as much as I don't want to leave him

Even the thought of it makes him pessimistic. A part of him knows his mother and brother didn't just ask him to leave Jeongguk for his own safety.

He doesn't trust them.

He eyes his brother from head to toe. Trying to find any reason hidden behind this 'leave Jeongguk' drama.

He finds nothing. Yet.

"No, he didn't reply.", Taehyung replies, sadly. He was hurting. He wanted to stay strong. He wanted to be nonchalant about everything. But it still hurts.

"Sir, your up in five minutes.", a woman enters with a clipboard in her one hand, while with her free hand she is gesturing Namjoon to move slightly so she can view the model.

"Oh my god. Sir, why aren't you dressed yet? Your hair and makeup? Let me check.", the woman moves in the room quickly and looks at the model, relieved.

"Don't worry, Jihyo. My makeup and hair was done. I just have to wear the robe kind clothing which won't ruin my hair or makeup.", Taehyung says politely, standing up and bowing slightly towards the woman.

"Pabo, always late.", Jihyo chuckles as she steps forward and flicks the other's cheek.

"Oh, what is this? Weren't you calling me sir?", Taehyung jokes back at her.

"Just go.", the woman chuckles even more as she goes out of the room to leave the male some space to change.

While she's moving out of the room, she glares at Namjoon. The older gets the sign and moves out of the room.

~•~•|•|•~•~

"Jihyo, you said I'm up after five minutes. All the models are not even ready.", the male groans, plopping down at the main room's sofa.

"Stop whining Tae. You're always late. I couldn't afford you walking on the stage at last minute.", the woman instructs as she sits beside the pouting male.

"So tell me, how's Jeon been?", the female asks, words leaving her lips easily as if she hasn't hit something in Taehyung.

"He's fine."

The male though doesn't give a reaction enough to satisfy the woman. He just looks at his lap, sighing.

"You okay?"

"Me? Oh yeah I'm okay.", the older between the pair replies quickly, almost defensively. "Can you do me a favor?"

Jihyo nods with slight concern at the older's behavior.

"Can you bring my phone from the changing room?"

~•~•|•|•~•~

Namjoon was still in Taehyung's changing room even after the model changed and left. The older stayed because he didn't want questioning gazes at the main room where models gather before the runway.

Ding~

The noise causes the man to look up from his phone and towards the dressing table where his brother's phone was placed.

He stands up, to check whose message caused the noise. A slight part of him thought it's Jeongguk, his brother's husband. Which made his anticipation increase.

Jeon the husband💖🥵
Tae, I just reached your fashion show.
Please let's talk this out.

The notification was popped on the screen so it was visible without fully opening the device. Namjoon picks the phone up to delete the messages before the owner of the phone reads these. Unfortunately for him, there was a password.

"Namjoon?", a female voice calls him from behind.

This causes the male to drop the phone from his hands at the shock. The phone drops on the dresser leaving no internal damages.

"Uh, yeah?", the male replies, turning.

"I came to take Taehyung's phone. Why are you still here?", the female asks with skepticism as she walks towards the dresser where the phone was placed.

"I was just leaving.", the male points out as he walks towards the door with an expression unknown.

~•~•|•|•~•~

"Tae, you're phone."

"Thanks Jihyo but I have to go in like five seconds. You miscalculated the time left.", the model says in hurry, running up behind the models who were lining up.

Jihyo eyes widen at the news. She quickly looks at her wrist watch and curses under her breath.

~•~•|•|•~•~

The spotlights land on the male who walks in so much grace and confidence. His head held up high, eyes hooded to show their power that could allure many. Shiny suit clings his body, showing all his curves in a magnificent way. Face manly, chest buff even with the curves. Giving him an ethereal expression.

Their the man took everyone's breath away.

He walks with his eyes trailing at the audience to give them a mini eye contact. Then there his eyes catch another's. His steps halt, heart beat escalates and mouth gaps.

There in between the audience stood Jeon Jeongguk.

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