❝Again❞
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TODAY, HE WAS TIRED TO EVEN MOVE AN INCH. His mind was not working properly, he was lost in thoughts. He couldn't focus on anything. Instead of going home, he drive to the place Hana told him of.

He saw you, working. However, he found that dress you were wearing weird. He raised his eyebrows, not being able to not look at your body. "What the—" He watched as the man tried to touch you, and your smile and response. He blinked, confused.

He was feeling weird, jealousy? Maybe. He flared his nostrils. "What a pervert." He said, huffing in anger.

He realised again, that he was like that for a reason, maybe love. Maybe he loved you, and he did. No way that he's going to let some random man touch you, but he asked himself why he's so bothered when he left you all alone.

He still remembered your crying face, your bothered and sad eyes when he took away your ring. Your sad eyes whenever he was called sick, your anger when he protested the divorce, your fear when he yelled or was cruel to you and how you left the office after signing those papers.

Falling in love you was something he never even thought of. You uncovered his wounds and healed them, he saw a new Seran in you, a new one, a better one. A new feeling of love, innocence. He loved you, so much that it hurts him, he wants to love you all his life, be with you all his life, hug you, hold you, kiss you and do all the things he's never thought of.

You're a medicine for him, a need, a thing he needs in order to see himself, stay sane, and be loved unconditionally. He saw the pain you went through for him, his pain, you shared it with him, and he just threw you away like a paper, he's regretting it, he wants it back, he wants you back.

Selfish, he's so selfish. He wants to tear himself off and bring out a new him, a better man, a better husband, a better lover, a better Jungkook, something that you can love without pain.

He'll change, for you. He realised how important you are, and he's going to get you back into his arms, no matter how many times he's called sick, no matter he's called a jerk, no matter how many times his father abandons him, no matter how much the world pushes him, he has you. He'll always have you, only you.

In the end, it's you. You, you, and only you.

"You're mine." He muttered, his heart fluttering, he's got it, the feeling he's missed, the soul he's missed.

Haerin is his. That's what he wanted.

No secrets, no covers, no boundaries, no pain, no tears, no hate. Just love.

He loves you.

I love you, Haerin.