Taehyung's pov

Jungkook continued" The pay increase meant I could move my aunt into a private room. The money meant when I went to see her, she was surrounded by her canvases and pictures that were somehow still familiar to her. She was well cared-for and safe. It didn't matter how shit my day was-often because of you-since at the end, I got to see the woman who took such good care of me, get the same in return."

I blinked at him, stunned.

"I didn't spend money on clothes or fancy shoes because I didn't have it. As good as it was, all my salary went to pay for imo's room. I lived in a tiny, awful place because it's what I could afford. I shopped at discount stores and second-hand places because that was what I had to do. I made sure I was neat and presentable every day for you. I took all the horrid things you said and did, and ignored them, so I could keep my job, because by doing so, I made sure my aunt was safe. "

"I agreed to be your fiancée because the money you're paying me guarantees, until she dies, she will never be afraid or cold or not properly cared-for. I don't care what you say or do, because your opinion means nothing. This is simply a job to me. As much as I hate it, I have to let you be the ass you are, because sadly, I need you as much as you need me right now."

He turned to leave but stopped.

"Do I hope I can make you a better man and somehow fantasize you'll fall in love with me? Not once has the thought even crossed my mind, Taehyung. You need a soul to love-and even an 'emaciated scarecrow' such as myself can see you don't have one.And when this farce is over, I'll walk away and start again somewhere else. When I no longer have to be subjected to your cruel jibes and uncaring ways, my life will be a much better place."

With that, he hurried up the stairs, and I was left at a loss for words.

I WOKE UP, CONFUSED. AFTER a moment, I realized I was on the sofa. I sat up, grimacing, holding my aching head. I deserved it, but it still sucked. Cautiously, I raised my eyes, surprised to see a bottle of water and Tylenol on the table in front of me.

After Jungkook had stormed away, I had tossed back more scotch, At some point, I must have passed out, and he had obviously come and covered me up, leaving the drugs and
water, knowing I'd be suffering when I awoke.

After, I had a shower, and more Tylenol. I kept hearing his words, and the pain behind them. My behavior of the past year played on repeat in my head. My cruel jibes, my
harsh words, and my ignorant manner.Despite how I treated him, he did his job,
and I had to admit he did it well, with pride, and zero positive input from me.

For the first time in my life, I felt the heat of shame burn through me, and I dropped my gaze.
I had two choices. Ignore what happened last night and hope Jungkook would continue
with our arrangement. I knew if I didn't bring it up, he wouldn't either. He would assume I didn't remember what had occurred. Or, act like a mature adult and find him, apologize, and try to move forward. In order to do that, I needed to make a concerted effort, and at the very least, understand him. I had no doubt, the wedding was now off the table, but we could still continue as an engaged couple.
I pushed off the counter, ignoring the thumping of my head.

It was time to find out more about my fiancée.

"Tae, I didn't expect to see you today. Or at least not this early."

I looked up at my appa entering his home office. "Oh, appa." I ran my hand over my neck nervously. "I had a few things I wanted to get, and, ah, pick up my car."

"I need to apologize for last night. I drank too much.I hope I didn't do anything inappropriate."

He shook his head. "No, you were fine. I think you drove poor Kookie around the bend a little. It was amusing to watch."

"He wasn't happy with me."

"Not only him but your papa and Jimin too planning your big day without them was too much to digest for them."

"oh!" Then I frowned as his words sank in. "I'm sorry, appa, what did you mean by 'my big day' when you said that?"

He smirked. "You rather let it out of the bag you were getting married this weekend, Taehyung."

"I-I said that?"

"You did. Jungkookie kept trying to shush you, but you seemed determined to let out the secret."

"No wonder he was ready to kill me. I don't even remember."

"It's fine. He will forgive you despite the anger of Jiminie and your papa....but they are happy to see you getting married."

He walked out, leaving me staring after him

I swallowed. Holy shit. How could I remember the entire conversation with Jungkook and not recall a single word of this verbal diarrhea I had with my family?

After last night, I wasn't sure Jungkook would even speak to me today, never mind marry me. He was out when I left, and he hadn't answered his phone when I tried to call earlier.

I take out my phone and search the home where aunt Anna now resided.and when i found it. I dialed the number.

"Golden Oaks."

"Good morning," I replied. "I want to bring my fiancée's aunt some flowers when I visit this morning, and I want to make sure she isn't allergic to anything. I forgot to check with Jungkook before he left."

"The resident's name?"

"Byun Anna."

"I'm sorry-did you say your fiancée, Kookie?"

"Yes."

"I wasn't aware Kookie was engaged."

I cleared my throat. "It's a fairly recent development."

"Your name??"

"Kim Taehyung. Has Jungkook been in today?"

"Oh!! Mr. Kim.our kookie is so lucky ....well he is not here Not yet. he'll be along soon, I imagine."

"Okay. Thank you, ah, Miss . . . ?"

"Tami. My name is Tami. Anna is one of my favorite residents."

"Good to know. See you soon."

I hung up. I had some shopping to do.

Along with lots of groveling.

To be continued.......

Meeting with Jungkook's aunt..??
How will it go??
What is the reason behind it??