#iris 2

“…To me, Miss Park Yoora, clients security and the growing security-threats that increases steadily as the market of choice is expanding is a very alarming concern. That’s why our company worked very hard to achieve the right sentinel so that our customers don’t feel exposed. We took time in perfecting this programme to ensure that most of the information-breaching threats are demolished.” Jungkook added a small nod while furrowing his eyebrows and hollowing his cheek, to add intensity into his words. It was all about visual play. Park Yoora, the anchor-women quickly caught on the choice of words that Jungkook used and replied to him a sharp enquiry, “…Most? Most of the information-breaching threats…and not all?” She folded her hand on the desk as the camera pans to zoom to Jungkook’s attractive side profile. He was smiling politely in return.

“…It will be a lie if I say we have already found out all the way hackers are using to pierce the information vault, because as we speak, hackers out there are already finding new ways to do so. I quote, ‘Most’ because our company had already gone through the well-known methods used by the most resourceful hackers; that I can safely say that out of all the companies at present, we had the latest and the most advanced firewall system. And as we are here: discussing, my team are already progressing to further perfect the program, as it is a continuous process. We worry about the securities, so our clients don’t have to.” The way he was boxing the whole idea into the scene and to be broadcasted throughout half of Seoul, his market values shoot up but Jungkook is only getting started. Because there are secrets that he hides from the world. The cunning figure he made himself today, would not have happened if that one thing in his life didn’t: A heartbreak.

Park Yoora passes him a look and he replied a head tilt and with that wordless gesture alone, he knows what he’s getting. And effortlessly at it, too. Jungkook left to be in his black tinted white Sedan along with his assistant. He had the door’s opened and closed without him saying a word as his assistant passed him an iPad and briefed him about the next meeting while reminding him to sign a business proposal. Jungkook is a CEO of a fast-growing company now.

Jumping to get the top writings erased while the children’s’ behind you continued to chat and let out gurgling, laughing and playing with their friends, you were biting your lower lip in subtle aggitation. “Teacher Jimin got taller, didn’t he?” You brushed your hands together to get the dust from the chalkboard off of your hands while you turn to face your tiny students. They all said yes and pulling their attention to you. “Shall we learn some new words today, my little monsters?” You jokingly said, and starting off with some nursery rhymes, you told them to stand up and make them engage more. Today is the last day of school before the break began for winter. The school wanted the children to be home with their family a week before Christmas and you thought it was a good idea to have their parents around during this festive week. You go on tiptoes to reach a storybook on top of the book racks and a warm pair of hands came to the side of your waist and went on top of yours on the book. “Jimin…Teacher Jimin! Everybody greet Teacher Jimin…” You pressed your lips together and backed away from him.

The children were very welcoming. They really liked Jimin. He is very warm-hearted and had a glorious laugh. A lot of teachers were crushing on him as well. “Hi, everybody. Are you guys ready for story time?” Jimin raised his voice a little, then he walked to you and passed the book. “…I forgot to put the books down, I was re-arranging it yesterday, sorry,” he starts to move away before he blinked as if he remembered something to inform you, “…Kim Taehyung called the teacher’s office, it seemed pretty important that you check your phone.” Jimin nodded a few times before leaving your classroom. You thanked him and turned to your class. “Are we all seated for ‘Goldilocks and three bears’? Yes? Shall I begin?”

The children big wondrous eyes and their little hands and feet was what drawn you to this job. Even though your degree had nothing to do with education and teaching, you somehow found a home in educating and being a teacher. There’s something so pure and innocent about these kids that heals your soul. They never know what the real world is like, and you would like to keep it that way for as long as you can. This is where you can be purely happy and no one will ever justify you for it. Being an adult sucks big time. First of all, the expenses and responsibilities. And then the future, the timelines and achievements. Then, there is the other thing you’ve not taken interest in so far; feelings and connections. Working with kids makes you forget temporarily about those whimsical ideas of dating, getting involved with someone and marriage, it sets you free from the bounds of being a working adult.

You told yourself that you’re doing fine on your own.

But the first skin contact in a very long time that came from Jimin earlier made you realised that maybe you missed it. You missed being carressed. Craving for a human touch. You used to give away so much to a dry soul that you thought maybe people don’t like PDAs.

People like someone you remembered. You thought he didn’t appreciate it. Pretending that it didn’t happen doesn’t make you feel good anymore. It felt like you were lying to yourself. Being independent is not cool. It’s lonely.

Jimin made it clear to you that he was interested, but you, on the receiving end always had doubts on yourself. You keep stalling the time, making excuses and to be honest, you’re not sure why.

The children are leaving school for breaks and you waved them goodbye while Jimin is at the gate making sure everyone is safe. While you were admiring his beautiful smile and proportions, you felt a tug on your sleeve and you looked down to see tiny one with a card in his little hands. “…Jaehyun? Hello.” You squatted to be at eye-level as he is and he gave you a small card before he runs off without a word. Jaehyun looked back a few times and you smiled back when his nanny came to fetch him. “…Jeon Jaehyun reminds me of another Jeon.” You thought to yourself, “Few words, big heart.” You try not to dwell on it much but when you open the small card, your heart softens instantly. “…May you have a great holiday ahead, I love you.” In scraggly writing and little heart shapes next to it, signed: Jeon Jaehyun.

“Always spoke pretty words when no one is listening.” You smiled appreciatively before you heard a baritone call of your name from afar. “…I’m taking you home.” Taehyung marched from the gates and into the school area, watched by a sour Jimin at the back. “…Yeah, but I have to go to Innisfree.” You replied to him as he towered you, “…And then we go to our favourite café.” He darted. You nodded and glanced over Taehyung’s shoulder to wave at Jimin. Jimin passed you an insincere smile and walked away. You gathered your things and climbed into Taehyung’s car. It was Friday so the city is packed. The street is crowded, very crowded. You saw Innisfree store by the road side and told Taehyung that you’re getting off first so that you can be at the café before night fall. Shutting the door behind you gently, you stepped confidently through the crowds and into the store. The salesgirls greeted upon your entrance and you dashed straight to the lipstick area.

At first, you took the one you usually purchase and then, you felt as if you could do some changes to your image. New Year, new attitude—sort of. The girl next to you, a fellow customer, was standing a bit taller than you, were putting some lipstick on her pillow thick lips. Her skin is milky white and she wore a full black long-sleeved, short dress with a turtle-neck. She also bore a Versus by Versace white gold and it reminded you someone else who wore the same type of brand.

Everything about her is expensive. “…This one is new,” she suddenly informed you. Despite her cold city girl looks, she was exceptionally friendly. “I saw them taking them out of the box earlier, and I think the shade looks good on you.” She kindly uncapped the lip wand for you to try. “…I know you’re thinking that the shade is too bright, but this is trend now, and if you could pull off that first colour you chose, you could definitely pull off this one. With confidence, you can pretty much pull off anything…” She smiled warmly at you. You took the wand carefully and believed what she said to you. Narrowing your face to the mirror provided, you heard what-could-be her name being called by a honeyed voice of a man that sounded deathly familiar. The lipstick didn’t even make it to your lips.

“…Are you done? Did you choose a good shade?” You turned your head to the direction you heard that voice from, as time slowed down for you. Your heartbeat grew louder and louder in your ear as you stopped breathing when you finally recognize the face that voice was coming from, “Jungkook…?” You whispered under your breath and when he glanced at you, you knew he felt it. The tug of painful memories. You never thought you were going to see him here, and in his arms, is a lady who is not you. Anger, jealousy, sadness and distraught, jumble up in your heart as you left the wand uncapped on the display as he pulled this girl away, his eyes passing you and the person behind you, a nonchalant look full of nothingness and without emotions, the way you remembered him to be when you were with him. Taehyung slid his hand down your wrist and took you out of the store with him. Taehyung made his way through the crowd, roughly, piercing through while gripping his hand around your wrist firmly but not strong enough to hurt you. He didn’t stop until you both were inside the café he wanted to go. Then he lets you go and faced you.

You sniffed to the chair but didn’t cry. The cold winter has dawn itself on you and made you succumb to the harshness. Taehyung sat opposing you. “I’m going to pretend that it didn’t happen.” Taehyung grumbled low. “I thought this was far enough for me to stay away from him, but far, isn’t far enough, I guess. He looked at me like I was dirt. He hated me, Taehyung. He hates me so much.” You cupped your face and started to stifle a cry. Taehyung moved to the seat next to you, put his arm around your shoulder. At this moment, Taehyung just wanted to exist for you. He was the one you ran to when Jungkook hurts you, he was the one that fixed all the things Jungkook broke. And he had never encouraged you to leave Jungkook, you decided that yourself. But in Jungkook’s eyes, Taehyung could be playing a huge part of it.

Jungkook is standing outside the same café with the girl and urged her to go to another café, fire in his eyes, and he is grinding his jaws at the sight of you being comforted by Taehyung, oblivious to his presence. Separated between a wide glass window of the cafe.

“How is he at work?” You asked, sipping a small sip of coffee, leaving behind some lipstick stain on the brim of the cup while Taehyung returns to sit facing you, resting his elbows on his knees. “Like Jungkook. Like the Jeon Jungkook. Precise, concise and no nonsense. I don’t know if he is any different in other department, but to mine, he is always encouraging new methods to hack. He said, the more ways I can find to hack, the more he is happy.” Taehyung fixed the cup of coffee back on the saucer as he explains. He never once mentioned to you that he was working with Jungkook before. He thought it was a bad idea to do so, since the break-up wasn’t exactly kind. He was your best friend and Jungkook is his highest paying client/boss. “…I was pretty much locked in the heavenly dungeon he created for me. Today was an off-day and I missed you, so, I called your office only to have that Teacher Park answering.” Taehyung tipped his chin as he spoke in deep Daegu dialect. “Sorry for having a proper job.” You darted and smiled a bit.

“Speaking of a proper job. When are you moving out of that shitty apartment?” Taehyung shot.

You shake your head. “I may have a proper job but I don’t make enough to move to another city just yet. I can’t keep moving.” Jungkook’s stern expression returned to the back of your mind and your mothers’ voice this morning was just cornering your thoughts. When she sighed heavily into the phone, ‘…this wouldn’t happen if you just…’ she meant: You didn’t have to go through this if you’ve stayed with Jungkook. You would have someone fetching you up from work, to work, someone to take care of your safety and wellness. You wouldn’t have to take a taxi, drenched in sweat and very sickly because he’d be at your disposal; but shit happens, don’t they? If you had been a tad more patient, you would still have him today. Instead, you lost him to a good-looking model-bod girl with milky skin. That Versus by Versace white gold wrist watch could have been yours, but that’s not why you wanted to be with Jungkook. You wanted to be with hime because what he told you in the video that day.

The Jungkook you dated--your Jungkook, was new to love, new to having feelings, can’t lie and is awkward with affections.

The Jungkook you saw a while ago, this Jungkook is prime, lies through his teeth, uses words to entice and all-round, troublemaker. The guy your mother tells you to stay away from.

“It wasn’t the first time I saw him with girls,” Taehyung cleared his throat, not sure if this is what he was supposed to tell, “…It’s different girls every time.” You moved your eyes from Taehyung’s coffee cup to his forehead. He looked down as he spoke. “…I didn’t think you needed to know so I’ve been keeping it to myself.” Taehyung was reminded by the morning he came over to Jungkook’s massive penthouse, to hand a new log activity that proves that hacking can be done throughout the day with meticulous reports and commentaries by the rest of his team only to be greeted by a hung-over Jungkook who clearly had a wild night—judging from the clothes laying around on the marble floor, thrashed living room, and sleeping half naked girls on the strip pole stage. “Why didn’t you ring me up before you come?” He groggily say, his upper body was covered with bite marks, and lips stick smudges, the whole scene was a mess and not fit for a CEO. If the news gets out, Jungkook will have a severe downfall, but Taehyung is a good employee and doesn’t want beef.

“I did, several times actually. But knowing how quick you want your reports, I decide to come down here.” Taehyung threw the stack of papers to Jungkook who was fetching a glass of water, shirtless and wearing only boxers. Taehyung couldn’t stop himself from looking around what clearly was a chaotic after party consisted of all girls, obviously. And this didn’t go unnoticed by Jungkook who was revising the report, a sinister smile forming on his bluish lips. “…If you do it right, I might invite you.” Jungkook smugly say, with a little rock of his head. “…You should be thankful that I’m good at keeping secret. Be invited and lose my credibility? No thank you.” Taehyung started moving away only to feel his shoulder be grabbed from behind to face Jungkook before his back slammed to the wall behind. Jungkook dug his elbow in between Taehyung ribcage and furrowed his brows at him. He sternly say, “I didn’t leave her. She left me.”

Jungkook rammed to Taehyung again, and hissed, “…She’s the one who left.”

Taehyung blinks and you sat in front of him, ordering a new set of croissant and butter. “I guess, if he’s happy, then there’s nothing wrong with that…” You shrugged. Taehyung didn’t necessarily agree. He wanted to say how much Jungkook had ruined himself in order to get over you. He was out there drinking his brains out and Taehyung had to retract his drunken calls made from the hacking-headquarters because it was Jungkook’s commands. Jungkook’s exact words are, “…If you see her number coming out of my cell phone to dial, I want you to kill the connection.” Taehyung passed, “Isn’t it easier if you delete her number from the contacts?” Jungkook walked away in shadowed hallway, his voice dropped an octave lower, “…I remember her phone number even when I’m drunk.” Asking you to change your phone number would bring up suspicions so Taehyung had a firewall around your contacts and blocked Jungkook without you knowing.

“I don’t want to come between you two. But my position had made my intentions difficult to pursue. He, being the boss and you, being the good friend.” Taehyung said, “But believe me when I say, Jungkook didn’t handle it very well. Killing himself was probably a harsh way to put it, but. This is how you kill a person without actually killing them.” You blinked slowly at Taehyung’s word. Even though Taehyung wouldn’t be lying, but the looks from Jungkook’s face earlier cemented the fact that you meant absolutely nothing to him. Taehyung slid a passkey on the table to you. “I should have given this to you a long time ago, but I only had time to see you today before going to Netherlands to hack for at least six months… I wrote his address down. He’s usually home from 6PM to 8PM before he heads out to the club and be drunk again.” You looked at it and stayed frozen. “…Please,” Taehyung begged, “…Help him end this vicious circle. He is not happy and I can see it. You’re unhappy too. Do it properly this time, and don’t let fate come in between like it did before.”

“And check your phone all the time. So no messages comes unnoticed.” Taehyung warned.

You stood before the said penthouse instead of heading home in a taxi. It’s 7:10PM and as Taehyung mentioned, he is home at this time. However, you put away the passkey and rang the doorbell into your decadent pouch. And you waited. “Just…A minute!” Jungkook sang from inside, clearly oblivious to whom was at the door. You heard his heavy footstep jogging towards the door and when he snapped open the door, he saw you. For a minute there, this Jungkook looked a lot like your Jungkook. Innocent face, jaws hanging open almost child-like expression on his face like the ones he put in that DVD you saw, you almost smiled because you missed it so much, but when he straightens up, a tad taller than you remembered and a lot muscular; his face returned to a cold one. And your heart sunk. This Jungkook is not your Jungkook. “…May I come in?” You blinked to his stomach, his white Tee clinging on his body from sweat, then gaze up to his brown eyes. Jungkook didn’t know what’s gotten into him but he had already imagined this scene happening so many times in his brain that when it happened, it seemed surreal. He was supposed to slam the door back shut, but he didn’t have the heart to do so, when you appeared to be so helpless and innocent at his doorstep right now that he absentminded-ly stepped back for you to come in. He has a white baby grand piano on the corner of his penthouse, looking out the dark greying skies, wide windows and a flight of stairs connecting to the second floor where you guessed, his bedroom and home-offices were. “Coffee? Tea? Juice?” He listed while poking his head in the fridge. And the familiar scene unfolds before your eyes. He asked the same thing when you saw him last. Same white Tee, and tone. And if you say ‘juice’, will the ending be exactly like how it is, two years ago?

You guess the thought dawned on him too, when he suddenly stood up straight at the fridge. “…Coffee. Hot, please.” Then it’ll take longer to drink, you thought. Jungkook shut the fridge’s door before him and turned to his right where the coffee machine is. You straightened in your seat to remind him, “Two teaspoons of…” and he shot, “…two teaspoons of sugar and cream. I hadn’t forget.” He lulled his head down while preparing and although you felt kind of bad having him prepare the coffees for you, you had to coax your heart to let him do it, because a) he is not the Jungkook you know two years ago and b) this is his house. You gulped nervously and took the time to scan around this impressive lot of top floor penthouse. You’ve always passed this building en route whenever you leave for work and always wondered how it would look like from the inside. It is as magnificent as you expected it to be. Jungkook became very successful and it made you proud because when you were dating him, he was still trying to find his footing although he was pretty manageable on his own. He got better.

He still had a tiny cactus on the side table and a hammock by the wide glass window looking out the balcony where the pools were, a round-shaped rug on the floor and a coffee table with no speck of dust. Jungkook brought coffees in a tray and you helped him take away all the business magazines he is known to leave open on the coffee table, like your Jungkook used to do. The little notes go on it, arrows and scribbles-- still makes you wonder, what he was writing about; but this time you closed it and put to mind to ask about it at a later notion. “I think I have to explain even if you’re not asking…” Your voice appeared shaky and nervous even when you thought you were good at hiding it. Jungkook almost smiled but hollowed his cheek and snapped his head away before standing up again, “…Can it wait? I need to change, I just worked out.” He left without hearing your answer, and halfway up the stairs, you saw him confidently taking off his drenched shirt through his head before he disappeared to the second level. You took a moment to scan around the area with the cup of coffee in your hand, and you didn’t realise you were shaking until you looks down to the liquid in the cup, and saw it ripple.

“Guess he still had this effect on me after all these years.” You smiled to yourself. If he didn’t matter to you, then why do you trembled this much? Jungkook frowned against his own reflection after a short shower to rinse off the sweat. He put on a grey fitted short sleeved Tee and dried his hair roughly. He leans in to see if there’s stubbles he missed from shaving and it appeared that he got every facial hair removed. But he couldn’t shake the thoughts of your hands clutching tightly on your pouch, in that fully-covered heels that was really breaking your feet. It must’ve hurt to walk in that. He saw the dark marks behind your ankles when you walked in and taking off your heels. You didn’t even have a nice new stockings to wear—nice new stockings, in which he meant, that has no holes in it. “You’ve really outdone yourself.” He whispered as if you were in the room to hear it. He also couldn’t forget how you panned your eyes around to see his whole penthouse from where you sit. Awes in your smile, and although it was brief, Jungkook could feel the short lifted pride that came from it. Is it because you feel that his success was not a wagon you helped achieved, that the smile is gone before it could be properly form? If that’s the case, then, “I owe it all to you.” Jungkook left the bathroom and sprayed some cologne on himself. A habit he has, because usually, at this hour, he will be getting ready to go to a gentlemen’s club. That trip is cancelled, now. “…Are you hungry?” You heard Jungkook blasting down from climbing down the stairs to where you are, in a fresh cloth and heavenly smell, his hair is slightly dampened. You wanted to say no but your stomach gave away the lie. Jungkook pressed the intercom in his kitchen and he ordered some steak and fried rice. Then he opened the upper cabinet to fetch a first-aid kit box. You were in no hurry but keeping this explanations to yourself is swallowing your soul that you feel, the faster you tell him how you got here the better. You realised that he had been holding a tube of something before flopping on the floor next to your feet. He uncapped the tube and squeezed a small amount of it. Then he grabbed your feet all of a sudden and rubbed the ointment onto the backs of your ankle.

Your eyes were as big as the moon shining outside the penthouse. So you tried to snatch your feet back only to be firmly held in place by Jungkook. “If you don’t treat it, it will become a scar.” He clicked his tongue, avoiding your eyes. “I c-came, because Taehyung told me your address.” You stammered. “…I know,” He shot.

Jungkook pick-up the other feet mindlessly and you told him no. “…No lowly feet of mine deserves to be treated by a CEO.” And he darted, “This CEO doesn’t mind.”

He continued to treat your feet, rubbing the ointment gently over the darkened skin. His eyes looked like they were about to pop off in the way he was meticulously examining the other cuts and wounds from ill-fitted shoes. “I went out to look for you…” You hurried to say. Jungkook set your feet down and hoisted himself up, while crouching to the tube and grabbed the cap, before twisting them around tightly. “That day. I went out to look for you and I didn’t check my phone for your message so I didn’t know.” You explained but Jungkook stayed silent as he walked back to the kitchen cabinet and placed the kit back where he got them. “…I didn’t blame you. I was childish. I didn’t know how to love, and by right, you left. If I were in your place, I would have left too.” His voice lowers. “Who would want to love a stoic man?” In the back of Jungkook’s mind, he remembered drunken nights far too clearly. He remembered the touches from strange women that didn’t feel like yours.

They’re rough and opinionated. They saw him as who he is not what he is. They scratched his skin violently and he winced in pain, but the pain that you gave him was even more severe than the ones they inflicted on him, so he let them continue despite the painful showers in the morning when the sun comes. Jungkook let the bitterness of the alcohol consumed him, damaged him beyond repair, envelops him in the false sense of serenity, only to wake up with a terrible headache and stomach ache, time and time again, in a vicious cycle like Taehyung said. He lives the days like a zombie, come home briefly only to head out again to fill his loneliness, repeatedly. Because the hole you left was massive, the dents you put in him was beyond fixing, Jungkook’s only way to succumb was ruining him. Little by little. He woke up crying a few times, in his sleep because he remembered the way you last looked at him before he ran out running that day when everything ended, chanting that he was sorry, until he shook himself awake by his own cries.

You stood up to your feet, and you heard him say, “Don’t blame yourself for what happened.” Jungkook added. “Don’t blame yourself for what happened. I know I left but it’s because I didn’t see your text, I still love you. You suddenly disappeared after that day so I thought you didn’t want me anymore, and it was true…with the girl I saw earlier!”

“No it’s not true!” Jungkook roared. The situation heats up only to extinguish when the doorbell rang. Food is here.

The table was set up outside at the balcony and you sat very quietly in your seat, opposing Jungkook. He had his fiery gaze on you and you stuck your vision on the plate, gulping hungrily. The grilled potato looked delicious, so when the butler left, you grabbed your fork and poke through it only to be stopped by Jungkook, “Did I say you could eat?”

You passed a challenging gaze back at him and took the potatoes into your mouth despite his words. Jungkook continued to slice his steak into bite-sizes while poking his tongue to his cheek. “You used to listen to me well.” You heard him commented, so you scoffed, “…That girl you know is not this girl.” So he smirked, and you continued, “…That girl was foolishly in love with you, constantly doubting her worth, makes you the centre of her universe and she’s had enough. She made a horrible mistake and her life turned into a living hell ever since. But being without her Jungkook made her realise that she lacks her own individuality which probably had caused Jungkook to think lightly of her…”

Jungkook shook his head and stood up abruptly, pushing the chair back. He grabbed his plate and went to your side before taking your untouched steak to replace it with his. “Wrong. Her Jungkook never think lightly of her, he just didn’t know how to make it obvious.” He whispered hotly in your ear before returning to his seat with your plate. You looked down at the plate full of bite-sized meat and felt hot on your cheeks because back then, in your six-month long relationship, you always cut his meat into bite size when you’re out together, eating. You held your tongue between your teeth, trying not to cry. You’re angry with the thought of him with other girls, treating them the same way he’s treating you right now. Taking a deep breathe in, you pushed your chair out, and Jungkook stormed calmly, “…Sit down.” But the new you is stubborn and you stood up despite what he says, and as you did, you grumbled, “You have a girlfriend, this is wrong. I shouldn't have come here. I should have said what I wanted to say and be done with it.” You turned your heel around and heard Jungkook’s chair being dragged away as he stood up and lunged to you and grabbed your wrist.

“Are you with Taehyung?!” He exclaimed. You yanked your wrist out of his grasp, harshly. “Is he the reason why you came to break up with me that day? What did he put into your brain?”

“Taehyung did nothing but comfort me every time you hurt me. Breaking up with you was a choice, but I didn’t expect the video you made. Taehyung told me to come here and tell you what happened. He didn’t have to, but he did,” you threw a passkey Taehyung gave you to Jungkook’s chest and it fell in between his feet, “I know I told you that I love you, but I take that b-…”

“-I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“The money made you different, didn’t it? You’re a certified playboy now. You don’t need me. I’m sorry I came to explain myself, but you’re clearly doing well without me.” You stood by the lighted pool, and try to get away but Jungkook stood in your way. “Doing well? Doing well?!” He raised his voice, his eyes stern on your wavering pair.

“…Do you know how many nights I spent to erase you?” He steps forward and made you step back. You glanced behind you and the pool is merely away. “Do you know how many times I killed myself in my head just to feel better about myself?” Another step back. “Do you know how many bitter drinks and how many emotionless fucks I’ve had to have just to feel numb?!” “And do you know how exhausting it is to fill a spot you left with girls that don’t even match the half of the girl you were to me?” “How dare you love me as much as you did, and left me with nothing?”

You prodded his hard chest as he moves forward, challenging him, “…You were the one who erased me from your life, and how is this my fault?” You felt the ground ended underneath you when the water hit your bare heels, so you rested your palm flat in between his nipples, air stuck in your throat as you realised that if he continues to move forward, you will fall in the pool. “…You knew where my apartment was and you went to Taehyung instead.” You toppled backwards into the pool as Jungkook watched, splashes of water stained the wooden floor. He steps back, clamping his teeth to his lower lip, both hand rested on his hip as he spun around in frustration. “…Jeon.” Your head went underneath the water, to resurface again, “Jeon. Jungkook.” You spit out water from your mouth only to disappear one more time. “Fuck!” You shouted from the middle of the pool, struggling with your flailing arms. “Jungkook! I can’t swim!” Jungkook squeezed his forehead at once, took off his shirt in one swift move and lunged to dive into the pool.

His strong arms held your waist, holding you close to him while he directs you to the shallow side of the pool. You stood up at the edge, coughing out excess water while he remains standing comfortably on the floor of the pool with his tall stature. He watches you regain your breathing patterns like you were the most fascinating thing to observe. “...Why did you do that?! I don’t know how to swim, you jerk!” You splashed water at him until he backs away, giggling, trying to hide his smile. “I could have died.” You ran your hand down your face and chin, trying to breathe properly. Jungkook came back stand before you, the water hitting his chin when he bended his knee so you appeared taller to him. His eyes big on yours and he said, “…You know, all my exes know how to swim.” You groaned, “Congratulations.” Jungkook straightened his legs, “Everyone except you.” He captured your lips with his, in seconds and, he gaped his mouth open and glide his tongue into your cavern with a permission that was easily given, his other arm grabbing your waist so he could feel you more.

The notion made you moaned into his kiss and you mentally agreed that two years being single had made you hungry for any skin ship, and him being wild throughout being apart from you had made him a better kisser than before. You didn’t even realise that he took you to the middle of the pool until you try to reach the floor and couldn’t find it, when you broke away from the kiss. Jungkook remained amused with the way you clung for dear life when he took his arms way from your waist. “Shit! Shit! Jungkook don’t,” You cling tight and he giggled low, “…You told me to let go.” He shrugged. “This is the Jungkook I know. A little shit.” You muttered angrily. “…Put your hands back where it was.” You commanded. Jungkook gave a lop-sided lip and nodded. “Do you still want me?” Jungkook asked, being in close proximity, you lowered your gaze to the rippling water and nodded. “…I’m sorry I wasn’t able to show you more emotions back then, but that Jungkook is dead. This Jungkook is ready to give you the world, if you come back.”

Jungkook’s gaze remained hopeful. “Jungkook?” You paused, and slid your hand on the side of his face, “…I never left.”

“We both were at fault here. You thought I didn’t love you enough to stay, I thought you didn’t love me enough to show PDA. We were childish and unlike many love stories out there, we got a second chance in life. Why did you push me into the pool?!” You slapped his chest, sending wild ripple around and he replied, “So you can’t come home tonight. With your wet clothes.” So he had this all planned?

“Please stop poking your knee on my thigh.” You pressed a smile at him. Jungkook smiled innocently back at you and shaking his head, “…That’s not my knee.”

. . . . .

“Bergen?” Jungkook began, and then, “For a week?”

You nodded enthusiastically. That week came, when you were away. And again Jungkook is faced of filling the empty spot you left, but this time, he was well equipped.

“Has she reached there already?” Jungkook spoke to himself in thick Busan accent as he marched to it and fishing it into his palm to take a good look. His head went back and forth to the thought of his phone ringing and how disappointed he was, when it wasn’t you. “…How dare you have fun without me…” He grumbled, shirtless and spent.

“Brought grubby with me. Isn’t he the cutest?” - My Headache/Wife