Jungkook's pov

Stopping at the nearest bar, I headed in, desperate for a drink. My head was spinning with thoughts, and I just didn't want to think about that guy's hand on Taehyung's back, or how perfect the three of them looked together. I didn't want to think about how the little boy in the bed had the exact same shade of dark-brown hair that Taehyung had or how his features match to Taehyung so well.

I just couldn't help but feel angry. Everything about the last three weeks had been perfect. It was just typical that something had to come along and spoil it. The one guy I actually really start to like, and it turned out he was a complete liar and a cheat. It was different when I thought that he was just cheating on a boyfriend because that kind of thing happened everyday, so it didn't feel as low. But the thought of him being married, having a child, and using me for a little excitement because his life was probably boring, the fact that if this had carried on I might have broken up a family and home, those thoughts made me feel a little sick.

The thing that made me feel even worse though, was that I actually wanted to break up his family. I wanted to be the guy that was standing by the side of the bed rubbing his back while the little boy cried. I wanted to be the one that he turned to when he needed support.

My mind kept going back to the little boy in the bed and I couldn't help but worry about what he was there for and if he was seriously hurt.

Every bone in my body was trying to force me to walk back out to my car and beg him for an explanation, to beg him to make this alright, beg him to tell me that it was his neighbour's kid and that guy was his brother or something.

"Hey, what can I get you?"

I jumped a little when I realized that the barman was talking to me. I was too busy in my own little world to notice that I was now standing at the edge of the bar. Frowning, I shook my head, trying to clear all of the thoughts away.

"I'll have a bottle of bud and a whiskey chaser," I answered, pulling out my wallet. "Actually, make it a double." I called, as he turned to make it.

He smiled sympathetically over his shoulder. When he set the whiskey on the bar I grabbed the glass and downed it in two gulps, enjoying the feel of the burn as it went down my throat. I pushed the empty glass towards him.

"Stick another double in there for me."

After my fourth drink, I was getting even angrier about it. He'd used me; me, the player who used girls and boys, had been played at his own game! It was just like Rowon had said, Karma really had come back to bite me in the balls. This was probably payback for all the people I'd screwed over the years and then ignored.

When a blonde-haired, green-eyed girl walked over to me and smiled, I forced a smile back, letting my eyes rake over her. She was pretty in a slutty type of way in her short skirt and skin-tight shirt; she wasn't pretty in the classy, effortless way that Taehyung was.

Damn it, Jungkook, stop thinking about him! I scolded.

I turned to the girl and forced my game smile onto my face. She'd do for tonight. Hopefully a little fooling around would quash this ache that resided in the pit of my stomach. "Well hi there. You know what? I'm glad you came over because my neck was starting to hurt where I was sneaking sly glances at you when you weren't looking," I flirted.

She smiled and pushed her empty glass towards me. "Buy me a drink?"

I flinched at the screech tone of her voice. Immediately, I had second thoughts about choosing her to take my mind off things - after all, did I really want her to scream my name in that voice? Taehyung, on the other hand, had the sexiest ocean deep voice I had ever heard, and the little moans I had already heard from him made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. Really, Jungkook, again? Stop thinking about him already!

"Sure, what do you drink?" I asked, pushing forward with my original plan. Sex always helped clear my head. When I was down or thinking about a kill at work, sex always took my mind off it. I just prayed that this time wasn't any different; that once I'd screwed someone that I would forget I'd ever heard of the hot little brunette with the sexy smile and cute laugh.

"Are you okay?" the girl asked, putting her hand on my arm.

I frowned and looked back at her, forcing a smile. "Yeah sure, why wouldn't I be? I'm talking to the hottest girl in the bar, of course I'm okay."

She bit her lip and looked at me through her eyelashes. "Well are you going to get me a drink then?" she prompted, nodding at the barman who was looking at me expectantly.

Oh fuck, how long have I been standing there thinking about Taehyung for? I looked back at the girl. "Sorry. So what was it that you wanted?"

She laughed. "I said vodka and Coke."

She'd already answered the question? How did I not hear that in her screechy voice? I had a feeling I would still be able to hear her from outside. I smiled and nodded to the barman.

"Vodka and Coke for the lady, and I'll have the same again." I nodded towards my empty glass and downed the last of my beer.

The girl stepped closer to me. "So what are you thinking about so hard that it's making you zone out like that?"

Why am I still talking to this girl? There has to be someone else, anyone else, anyone who doesn't sound like Minnie-freaking-Mouse!

I shook my head. "I really don't want to talk about it." I said the words but that didn't stop me from talking about it though. "I mean... I just... this boy... he... it's been three weeks and he... oh shit, just forget it."

I groaned in frustration. Get a grip,Jk! Score with the girl, you're losing her! I plastered my game smile on.

"Everything's great. I'm great. You're great. We're all fucking great," I sang, trying to sound enthusiastic, but I think maybe I'd put a little too much effort into it because she frowned and looked a little concerned about my sanity.

The barman finally graced us with his presence, setting the drinks down on the counter. As I paid for them quickly, I picked up my glass, downing the shot. "Actually, dude, hit me again," I instructed. Of course, my head was going to hurt tomorrow, but I could still imagine the smell of Taehyung's hair so, clearly, I was nowhere near drunk enough yet.

The barman frowned. "Do you think that's wise?"

I couldn't help but laugh. Wise? No, wise would have been listening to my best friend when he told me to stay away from the hot little married player guy!

"Sure, why not. If I pass out then just throw me in a cab would ya?" I joked. He laughed and rolled his eyes before making me another drink. I turned my attention back to the girl I would bed tonight. "I didn't catch your name. Wait, let me guess it... I bet it's Candy; because damn you look good enough to eat," I lied. I laughed at my own joke and she blushed.

Taehyung would have come back with a line there, he wouldn't have just blushed he would have come back with something teasing or flirting.

"It's Vicky," she replied, sipping her drink, her eyes not leaving mine.

"Well it's very nice to meet you Vicky, I'm Jk."

An hour later I was beyond wasted and was leaning on the bar heavily. "I didn't know what to do, so I just walked away. Why do you think he didn't tell me he was married? Why didn't he tell me he had a kid? I mean, if you had a kid you'd tell me, right? Wait, do you have a kid?" I slurred looking at the blonde. What is her name again? I wondered. Victoria, Verity, Veronica? Oh, screw it, I'll just call her Minnie from now on and see if she notices.

She frowned and shook her head; she looked a little bored. "Look,Jk, you seem like a nice guy, and you're obviously having a problem with this Taehyung guy. It's pretty obvious that you're still into him, so maybe you should just go home and sober up. Give him a call in the morning," she suggested looking a little disappointed about it.

Call him in the morning? I'm not calling him in the morning! The stupid guy had his chance, and he blew it. I frowned. "Why are you still talking about him anyway? I thought we agreed you'd drop it ten minutes ago," I muttered accusingly. Why had she brought him up again anyway?

The girl laughed and shook her head. "Jk, we were talking about my job and then you just jumped in with, 'Taehyung's a school teacher', and then proceeded to tell me the same things over and over, like you have been for the last half an hour."

She scowled and folded her arms across her chest - that was when I realised that I hadn't had nearly enough to drink yet because I didn't even glance down to see how her cleavage looked. Before Taehyung, that would have been the first thing I would have done, because when a girl crossed her arms it made her boobs look hot. I forced myself to look at her breasts just so I was behaving more like my old self, but I felt nothing. I didn't even want to bed this girl, but I had to. I had to move on because I felt sick, I felt physically sick. Wait, I really do feel sick... am I actually going to puke? I pondered it for a few seconds - my head was spinning a little, but it wasn't too bad. No, I was safe; I wasn't going to vomit quite yet.

"Sorry, Minnie, it's my fault. I'll stop talking about him now, but you need to stop bringing him up too," I accused, waving for the barman again.

She laughed and raised one questioning eyebrow. "Minnie?"

Ah, fuck it; she noticed my reference to the screechy cartoon mouse. I grasped desperately at something that wasn't to do with the fact that every time she opened her mouth all the cats in Seoul sat up and looked around for their next meal.

Suddenly an idea hit me.

"Yeah Minnie, like the little mouse," I confirmed. "Because you're so cute I just want to pick you up and put you in my pocket and carry you around all day." I shrugged, chuckling into my glass, causing whiskey to slop out over the side and onto the bar.

"Aww, that's kinda sweet. No one's ever called me that before." She smiled happily which made me laugh even harder. She smiled seductively.

"So, I was thinking... this guy's hurt you, right?" she asked, stepping closer to me. I resisted the urge to step back away from her, she was in my personal space, and I just wanted to run away and crawl into my bed and sleep off the alcohol that was making my legs a little unsteady.

I scoffed and frowned. Of course Taehyung hadn't hurt me, because that would mean I cared about him, and I didn't. I didn't care about him at all. I wondered if maybe I kept repeating the words over and over in my head they would actually start to mean something, instead of just being a jumble of words strung together in a sentence.

When I didn't say anything, she continued. "How about you come to my place, and I take your mind off him?" She trailed her hand down my chest until she got to my belt buckle. "I could make you forget all about this... Taehyung," she said his name like it was a dirty word and one of her fingers slipped inside the waistband of my jeans as she stepped closer to me, pressing her chest against mine.

Man up, Jk, and do it. Just say yes for fuck's sake and take the girl home.

"Taehyung who?" I whispered, snaking my arm around the blonde's waist and pulling her closer to me. I pressed my lips to hers, kissing her roughly, as I ran my hand up her back and tangled my fingers into the back of her hair. I wanted to punch myself for noticing that her hair was not smooth like Taehyung and didn't feel as silky as his.

It wasn't working though. I couldn't get Taehyung out of my head. I needed to try harder. A little hard work on my part and then I could forget that the gorgeous little feisty thing ever existed. When the kiss deepened and my tongue touched hers, I wanted to pull away. She didn't taste right; all I could taste was alcohol, and she wasn't even a very good kisser, too much tongue, too desperate.

She pulled away from me after a minute, smiling happily.

"So? Want me to help you think about something else?" she squeaked.

I nodded gratefully. Hell yeah I wanted her to help me think of something else, because the more I drank, the more I wanted to go back to work, grab my rifle and shoot that lucky son of a bitch that was married to my man.

She grinned and downed the last of her drink before closing her hand over mine and pulling me gently towards the door, giggling like a mouse on speed.

I'll just do it and then leave, I thought. I didn't want to spend the whole night with this girl. I wouldn't be able to cope with her voice in the morning if I had a hangover.

I hailed a cab as she ran her hands down my back, pushing her hands into the back of my jeans. As I stood there, I thought about calling Taehyung to see what he had to say for himself. It wasn't too late for me to push this girl away from me and tell her I'd made a mistake. Could I call Taehyung and beg him to see me? Could I just get a cab to his place and beat the shit out of his man? I wondered. Or a text. Maybe I should send him a message. But that idea was instantly dismissed because I had no idea what to write. I just had no words to describe how he'd made me feel, mainly because I barely understood it myself.

I groaned as the girl started kissing down the side of my neck, scratching her nails on the skin of my lower back. It all felt so wrong, but I didn't know why. I was a free agent. Hell, Taehyung and I were never even exclusive, we hadn't had that conversation at all, but yet it felt a little like I was cheating - which was ridiculous seeing as he was the one that was married!

Anger was making my hands tremble as I closed my eyes. I hated that he was making me feel like this. Why did I have to meet him? Why couldn't I have listened to Yoongi hyung and stayed the hell away from him? My life would be so much easier if I hadn't, and then I wouldn't be standing here feeling like someone had just stolen something that could have possibly been the best thing that had ever happened to me.

The thing that pissed me off more than anything else was that I couldn't even hate Taehyung. I wanted to, but I just couldn't bring myself to.

I looked down at the blonde. She smiled seductively, and I was totally fed up with thinking. Jungkook the player didn't think, he acted, so that's what I'd do. I'd go back to what I knew best. This was me. Screwing girls and boys was the talent that I'd been given, so I'd make the most of it. I bent my head and pressed my lips to hers, ignoring the small part of me that still wanted to run away.

By the time we got back to her place she was all over me. She stripped off her top as soon as we were through her front door, throwing it in my face as she laughed hysterically. I smiled weakly and kissed her as she led us to her bedroom, unbuttoning my shirt as she walked. When we finally reached the bed, she pushed me and made me sit on the edge as she rid me of my shirt. She smiled, biting her lip in appreciation as she moved forward, settling herself on my lap.

"Poor baby's been so hurt. Want me to kiss that better for you?" she whispered, kissing down my neck and guiding me to lay down on my back. Her hands unfastened my belt as her mouth traveled lower, unbuckling my belt as she kissed lower and lower over my chest and stomach.

I closed my eyes. None of this felt right. What the hell is wrong with me? I haven't gotten any for three weeks, and this girl is offering it to me on a plate. Get your shit together,Kook! She pushed my jeans and boxer down around my hips and her hand closed around my dick. I grunted, gripping my hands into my hair roughly as images of Taehyung came to the front of my mind - the way he laughed or the smell of his perfume.

When the girl's hot mouth started lavishing attention on my dick, trying to wake it up and spur it into action, I gritted my teeth.

Something was wrong with me. Nothing was happening at all. The girl was pretty, half-naked, and sucking on me, yet I was still limp as anything. Deep down, I knew what the problem was. She wasn't the one I wanted, and I shouldn't be here.

"Stop. I can't," I croaked.

The girl pulled away, looking up at me with a bewildered expression on her face. "You want me to stop?"

I nodded quickly and looked at her apologetically. "I can't do this. I'm sorry."

She sat up, frowning. "What? You can't?" she asked incredulously.

I shook my head and sat up, pushing her off me as I pulled my jeans back up. "I'm sorry, but I shouldn't be here. I'm..." I didn't know what I wanted to say, so I just shook my head and left the sentence hanging as I stooped and plucked my shirt from the floor.

As I took a step away from her, her hand closed over mine.

"Jk, that guy's not worth it. He doesn't want you. He's not going to leave his husband for you after three weeks. Face it, you were just a little something to make his life more exciting for a while. Well screw him, if he doesn't want you then you should show him that you don't need him either."

I flinched. The words hurt even more when they came out of someone else's mouth. I sighed, sick of thinking, sick of overanalysing, sick of everything.

This girl was right; Taehyung didn't want me so I should just forget about it. This girl could help take the pain away; at least for a little while, and then when it came back I'd just go find another person to make me feel better. I couldn't help but wonder how many people I'd have to sleep with before I stopped comparing them to Taehyung.

The blonde crawled to the end of the bed and tugged on my hand, making me move closer to her. "You should show him what he's missing out on," she persuaded. "It's his loss, not yours," she whispered, pressing her lips to mine again.

A switch flipped inside me as I made up my mind. I wasn't changing it again tonight. I bent down, looping my arms under her ass as I lifted her to me, crushing her body against mine.

"Well his loss is your gain," I said confidently, smirking at her.

She giggled, biting her lip excitedly as I reached between our bodies pulling at her clothes desperately; desperate to feel something other than confusion and hurt.

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Taehyung's pov

I felt sick; Han was clearly in pain and I could do nothing about it. I turned to Seo-joon. "What happened?" I snapped accusingly.

He frowned angrily. "Don't you dare blame me for this. This isn't my fault! He was jumping on the bed, I'd told him not to do it, but he carried on and then fell off," he retorted, throwing his hands up in exasperation.

I groaned. Han did like to jump on beds, and I'd told him time and time again not to do it, I couldn't really blame Seo-joon for this. "Okay, sorry."

His face softened as he looked at me apologetically. "It's alright. I'm sorry I had to call you away from your date."

Holy fudge-balls, my date! I turned back to Jungkook, knowing that he must be wondering what on earth was going on. I hadn't told him about Han yet so hearing him call me Mamma would have knocked him for six. But as I turned, I noticed that he wasn't there.

My eyes widened. Had he seen Han, heard him call me Mamma, and then left? The air left my lungs quickly. Of course that would be his reaction. I'd already known that he wouldn't want anything to do with me once I let slip that I had a son - that was one of the reasons I was delaying in telling him. I liked the attention. I'd never had anyone treat me so nicely and want to be with me like that. Hell, I hadn't even been on a date with anyone since I split up with Seo-joon three years ago, so I loved the attention and didn't want it to end.

Deep down I knew it was selfish not to tell him, but all I'd wanted to do was enjoy the company of an extremely hot guy while he looked at me with those bedroom eyes of his. What I hadn't realized when I'd first agreed to a date, was that I'd start to like him. I'd just thought it would be nice to go out with someone a couple of times, have some fun, and think about something else other than life as a single parent. I never expected to want to see more of him. If I was honest, I never expected him to be as amazing as he is. With him looking the way he did, I didn't think there would be much else to him other than his cocky, flirty attitude, but I couldn't have been more wrong.

"Where did he go?" Seo-joon asked, looking over my shoulder.

I shrugged, pretending I wasn't bothered but, in actual fact, I felt a little sick with disappointment. But my son's little whimper of pain immediately pushed all thoughts of Jungkook from my mind.

Six hours later and Han was finally allowed to leave. He'd fractured his wrist but it wasn't too bad so, thankfully, they didn't have to re-set it, just put a plaster cast on for six weeks. They'd given him meds for the pain, so he was currently in a deep sleep in the back of the car.

As we pulled up at my apartment, Seo-joon looked at me apologetically again; he'd been doing that a lot tonight, but for once this wasn't his fault.

"I'll carry him upstairs for you," he mumbled, getting out and going to the back seat, carefully lifting Hanuel into his arms. I smiled gratefully and headed up to unlock the doors and pull the sheets back on his bed so Seo-joon could put him straight in. I hovered around behind him worriedly. As a mother, the worst thing in the world was seeing your child in pain and knowing you couldn't help them.

"Thanks, Seo-joon-shhi. If you want to come over tomorrow and see him that's fine, we won't be going anywhere."

Han didn't see his dad that often because Seo-joon could be a little flaky and cancel on plans at the drop of a hat. I hated having to explain to Han why Daddy wasn't coming to get him like he'd promised. The disappointed look on his face always broke my heart a little. Thankfully, since we'd moved to Seoul, it made it easier for him to see him now that we were closer and he didn't have to drive for two hours to pick him up. So far, he hadn't actually cancelled yet.

"Yeah? Okay, cool. I need to bring his weekend stuff over anyway," he whispered, as he pulled the bedroom door closed quietly.

"Yeah, I'll need that damn Woody doll back before bedtime tomorrow," I grimaced. Han was so into Toy Story it was unreal, actually, anything Disney and he was there with bells on.

Seo-joon headed towards the door. "I'll go and let you get some sleep." Now that he'd mentioned sleep I couldn't help but yawn, it was past three in the morning already.

"Bye then, and thanks for the ride home." I yawned, waving, and then locking the door before heading to bed, not even bothering to change out of my clothes.

I expected sleep to come quickly, but it didn't. Instead, I lay awake for another hour wondering if I'd just lost someone potentially important from my life. I couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if I'd told Jungkook sooner about Han. I'd only planned on leaving it for another couple of dates before I told him anyway, at that point he probably would have run away from me as fast as his legs could carry him. I knew that a guy like Jungkook wouldn't want anything to do with a single mother, so I'd planned on making the most of being treated like a normal man for just a few more dates.

I groaned and rolled over, squeezing my eyes shut tight, trying to think of something else so I could fall asleep. In the end, I recited the alphabet backwards until I was so bored I could stay awake no longer.

I woke in the morning to the sound of crying. I jumped out of bed so fast it actually made my head spin as I darted out of my room and into Han's. He was sitting up in the bed, sobbing. I sat down and wrapped my arms around him, rocking him gently.

"Okay, Baby? Does it hurt?" I asked, stroking his hair. He shook his head and sniffed loudly. "Then why are you crying?" I asked, feeling sick with worry.

"I left Woody at daddy's " he wailed. I laughed with relief. " He would have been on his owns, and he would've been scared without me there all night!." He looked at me with his big teary brown eyes and I couldn't help but smile at him.

"No, Baby, Daddy was watching him for you. He said he'd let Woody sleep in his bed so he didn't miss you too much." I lied, kissing his forehead and smoothing his messy bed hair.

A weak smile twitched at the corners of his mouth as he wiped his tears with his good hand. "Can we go get him back today?" he asked, pouting pleadingly.

"Daddy's going to bring him back for you. Come on, let's get some breakfast." I lifted him out of the bed and hugged him tightly to my side, carrying him through the apartment and sitting him up at the table ready to eat, off-course after brushing. He sat there, munching his way through a bowl of cereal as I feed him and just watched him and silently thanked God that he'd broken his arm instead of his neck.

Han kept glancing at his cast with a small frown on his face. I knew exactly what would cheer him up though. "Hey, Baby, you know what would be really cool?"

He shook his head looking at me curiously. "No what?"

"We could ask Uncle Chim to draw on your cast. I bet if you found a really good picture of Woody or Buzz that he'd be able to draw it on there for you. How cool would that be?" I offered, knowing he'd love that idea.

He gasped. "will he?"

"Yeah, I bet he will. You can call him and ask him later." I looked up at the clock, wondering if ten a.m. was too early for me to call Jungkook and apologies.

When Han was done with his breakfast, I set him in front of the TV and headed into the kitchen to call Jungkook. The phone rang for a long time, and finally, just as I was about to give up, he answered. My heart seemed to stop dead. What was I supposed to say? How was I supposed to explain why I hadn't told him earlier?

"Er, hey, Jungkook," I mumbled, squeezing my eyes shut.

"What do you want, Taehyung?" he replied, sounding a little gruff as if I'd woken him.

"I was hoping to be able to explain."

A bitter, humorless laugh drifted down the line. "Explain what? That you have a son and a boyfriend? Hell, maybe you even have a husband for all I know. So, did you take off the wedding ring when we went out or what?" he asked sarcastically.

I sighed, knowing I deserved his anger. "I'm really sorry. I should have told you, but I just... I don't know... it was nice for a little while to have you look at me. I swear I didn't mean to mislead you or anything, but I liked having your attention. I guess I knew that as soon as you found out about Han that you'd run a mile. I'm sorry, Jungkook. I was going to tell you though, I swear. Next week." I rested my forehead on the table. I actually wanted to cry, but I wouldn't let myself, I had only known him for three weeks; it was nothing serious, so I shouldn't be upset about it.

"So your husband doesn't treat you nice anymore, doesn't take you out, so you just decided to go have a little fun with a new guy? Screw him and screw family?" Jungkook replied acidly.

Screw family? Is he kidding me right now? How dare he just assume things about me and my family!

"Jungkook, you need to chill out. I know I didn't tell you about Han, but don't you dare start assuming anything about my family values. I put everything on hold for my family! I'd lay down and die for my son in a heartbeat, so don't even think about telling me I've done something wrong by him, because I haven't!" I snapped angrily.

"Breaking up a family for a seedy affair is doing something wrong, Taehyung!" he cried.

I frowned, a little shocked. Breaking up a family? Did he think I was actually with Seo-Joon? Was that why he kept saying the word husband... he thought I was married and cheating with him?

"Jungkook, Seo-Joon and I aren't together anymore. I haven't been with him for over three years. It's just me and Han on our own," I said quietly.

My explanation was met with silence for a few seconds.

"But... you... I... it..." he stuttered.

I said nothing. I should have told him earlier than this; it was unfair of me to lead him on but realistically we were both using each other for different things anyway. He didn't say anything else for a full minute and I was pretty sure I held my breath the whole time. My stomach was starting to hurt at the rejection. I silently wished I'd just trusted my instincts and stayed away from him altogether. I'd had first-hand experience of what guys like him did to others; I knew he was trouble, but I hadn't been able to keep a distance.

"You're not with that guy?" he asked finally.

"No. Seo-joon and I broke up a long time ago." I swiped angrily at the tear that fell down my face. Damn it, why the hell am I crying? Grow up, man, you're being pathetic. You're stronger than this!

"I-I guess I jumped to conclusions then. But that kid, he's your son?"

"Yeah," I confirmed. "He's four, and his name's Han. Well, actually, his name's Kim Hanuel, but no one calls him that really, we all just kind of shorten it," I mumbled, rambling like I seemed to do a lot around him. I forced myself to stop talking before I made myself sound like an idiot.

"Is he alright? What was he at the hospital for?" Jungkook asked, actually sounding concerned.

I smiled sadly. In a way, it was easier when he was mad with me. Jungkook being all sweet and concerned about my son, was just making it harder because it just showed exactly what I'd missed out on.

"He's okay now. Apparently, he was jumping on the bed and fell off. He's fractured his arm. He's got a cast and stuff, but he's fine." I stood up and walked to the door, peeking around the door-frame to see Han still sitting there watching Cartoons on TV.

"He broke his arm? Damn, that's rough. I broke my arm when I was a kid, it hurts like hell for a while. Make sure you give him plenty of ice cream and candy. It's the only thing that takes the pain away, and that's coming from personal experience," he joked.

I chuckled. "I'll be sure to do that. Thanks for the advice."

"Sure thing. Want to meet me and talk some more?" His voice was surprisingly hopeful.

Oh my God, he isn't running?

Of course, I wanted to meet up and talk - but I didn't want to get my hopes up, after all, he could just want to clear the air so that it wasn't awkward the next time we saw each other at Jimin's place. He couldn't possibly still be interested in me... could he?

I knew the answer to that was no. For the last three weeks, I'd just been fooling myself, living a fantasy where I got treated nicely. A fantasy where I didn't have to worry about chores, or the babysitter, or bedtime, or if I was going to have enough money to make it through the month. It was nice just pretending with him for a little while that I was attractive and needed, that I wasn't lonely, and didn't cry myself to sleep because I had no one to hold me when I was worried or scared. It was nice to just have someone for a short time.

"Umm, I'd like to, but I don't have a sitter. Han was supposed to be staying with his dad this weekend, but because of last night he's now back home."

"I could come to you?" Jungkook suggested.

"No, no, don't. We won't be able to talk with Han here, and there's really no point in that." Not being able to talk with my son there wasn't exactly the only reason, but I didn't want to get into that right now with him.

"Oh, right. Yeah, I didn't think about that. There are some things I need to say though, and I don't really want to do it over the phone," he replied dejectedly.

My intercom buzzed making me jump a mile and to curse under my breath. "Jungkook, just hold on one second, someone's at the door." I went to the door quickly and pressed the buzzer. "Hello?"

"It's me," Seo-joon announced. I pressed the buzzer quickly to let him up and flicked the latch on the door so he could let himself in. I couldn't help but be impressed with him for making an effort for a change, that wasn't the usual Seo-joon.

I put my cell phone back to my ear. "Jungkook, Han's dad's just turned up. I really need to go, but maybe I could talk to you later or something?" I offered, mentally crossing my fingers.

"Listen, why don't I just come over to yours later and we can talk when Han goes to bed," he suggested.

That was actually a pretty good idea. "Okay, yeah, sure. Come over at about eight, he'll be asleep then."

"Okay, see you then. Bye." He disconnected the call, and I let out a heavy breath. This was going to be a long day. My eyes were already heavy from having about three hours of sleep, and now, on top of that, I had to stress all day about seeing Jungkook and what he was going to say.

I wanted to see him so I could apologies properly, but another part of me was a little reluctant to see him again because it would just be rubbing it in my face what I maybe could have had if my life was different. If I hadn't gotten pregnant at twenty by a guy who couldn't keep his dick in his pants, and I had met Jungkook then, maybe things would have worked out.

Maybe in a parallel universe, there was another Taehyung, and he got to keep the adorable thoughtful guy who made him smile and feel like he was alive again. I hope he did because that made living this life a little easier.

Seo-joon let himself in and smiled, holding up Han's overnight bags.

"Hey, bunny. I've got everything," he greeted happily.

I clenched my jaw. "Don't call me that," I snapped tiredly, ignoring his little smile of amusement. I motioned towards the lounge. "He's in there if you want to go see him. I'm gonna make a coffee," I mumbled, heading to the kitchen, needing the caffeine

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To be continued......

Is there any hope left ? what way Taekook are drifting to?

meet you at the next update!!!