"I know about it, Jimin. Word of mouth spreads like wild fire. I just need for you to tell me the truth."

"W-were just..uh.." Jimin trailed off looking at his father with tensed expression, his fingers fiddling with the hem of his sweater.

"Can we..can we just talk about this in the table, please?"

"We can, but I just need a confirmation right now. Its just a yes or no that I need to hear."

Jimin bit his lip, unable to meet his father's eye. If he told some part of the truth, maybe he won't get in trouble? But shit, he's already a grown up yet he's having this anxious feelings like a young boy who broke the vase.

"I just need a yes or no from you, Jimin."

Jimin breathed deeply, nervously meeting Seokjin's eyes. He had to look him in the eye—just a sign of sincerity.

"Yes. We did fight in public."

"Alright."

That one word answer intimidated the son. He felt that there should be something more, but his father was holding it all in.

"Are you mad?"

Jimin didn't wish to look at him for long, but he felt the need to study his father's expression. Jin's expression felt is similar to the representation of passive-aggresive. He looked neutral, yet there's an uncanny feeling of aggression he cannot show Jimin.

"Disappointed." Jin expressed, and a soft gasp escaped Jimin's lips.

"I'm sorry. I didn't..I-i mean, the fight in public. I was drunk. And Jungkook isn't really approaching things well so, yeah. Things just exploded between us." Jimin explained himself a very little part of the story.

Jin turned his back, Jimin still clinging to his father as they walk away from the room. And Jimin eyed the bathroom, shutting his door so Jungkook could get the cue to get out anytime soon.

"You don't usually drink outside. I heard you were spotted in the host club." Jimin chewed his bottom lip, wondering if he should respond or keep quiet to avoid expanding the story, his father could also buy it as an act of guilt.

"I have told you many times that clubs aren't places that you're supposed to be, right?"

"I know."

"You're already a grown up. But my caution to you will never change. You shouldn't be on those public bars. You could've just stayed here, organize a party, or invite people you want for drinks. You can get drunk here all you wish."

Oh.

So he wasn't mad about the public argument they displayed. He was disappointed of the news that his beloved son was a customer of a host club. Just like him.

"..sorry. I just tried to see what a host club looks like, just to satiate my curiosity." Jimin apologized.

"I hope it'll be the last time. And what did you argue with him?"

"..I was..uh. I was drunk right? And he saw me there and  told me to go home, but I'll leave Taehyung behind. I didn't want to, I don't want to be ordered around by him, so we made a commotion."

Jin hummed and nodded his head, somehow understood the root of the problem. Jimin isn't lying anyway, that's what really happened at the host club, his father might have known of it fully and just needed his confirmation.

Well, hopefully he doesn't know about the one night stand.

"You should have just listened, he meant it for the better."

"We're still not on good terms." Lies. They definitely had that little spark after the heated sex they shared. But certainly just a little bridge built between them, yet not exactly paved to be able to call 'better'.

"I have lowered my expectations on that, somehow. Getting on terms with a younger stepfather surely takes a toll on you, I had the thought while spacing out on the way home." Jin chuckled softly, then shortly followed by a yawn. He had been sleep deprived, only taking opportunities to nap, and he slept briefly on the car on the way home.

"Do..do you wish for me to accept the both of you?"

"I wish to, but I won't force you to. I just wanted your appreciation and understanding of my decisions. But if you can't come to accept it then fine by me, as long as it doesn't burn our bridges as father and son."

Jimin felt his heart swell.  He can't do this. It's similar to post nut clarity hitting him harder right now.

Fuck, he's the one who first lit up the fire.

He better be the one to extinguish it too.

"I don't think I could ever offer the act, dad. Not now, not even in the future. Never at all. I'm sorry."

Silence filled the air, and Seokjin sighed heavily. Guess there had to be no choice, and there's only one way to attain peace in their house.

"I thought about your preposition of moving out."

Jimin's eyes lit up. Finally. A chance to stay away from them and cut the cord on the connection he made with Jungkook.

"Things aren't really working out, and if you want to move out quickly then you could stay over at one of our apartment complex here in Busan. Just until we found a good place in Seoul for you like you wish. I thought of it since its near, I can visit you at dinner time. "

It sounds good enough, as long as he's out of their house and out of the dangerous line to play Jeon's game of passion.

"Thank you for always considering my decisions, Dad! I'll grab the chance and move out quickly. My best friend will be coming with me too so you don't need to worry much."

"Taehyung? Ah, actually, I'm the first to ask favor to him. He also suggested me that you can take the apartment complex for a while."

Jimin's eyes widened. He appreciates that Taehyung is such a sweet heart for helping him move out.

But..no.

No way Taehyung was the first one to tell his dad that news.

"Why, Jiminie? Are things still awkward between you and Taehyung? Wasn't he the best friend you mentioned?"

"Ah—no! I was just surprised at all. I never expected you'll agree that we should move out together. I was just about to ask you if we can do so."

"I'd rather you have a close friend with you to adjust. Besides, it's not too late to rekindle that old spark, no?" Seokjin teasingly smirked, and Jimin cannot help but to get embarrassed.

"Dad..you know we're just best friends and nothing more. I-i mean we were once something, but it didn't work out that way!" It's not surprising enough that Seokjin knew the history between them. He knew the boy and his family, even Jimin tells stories about them. He treats the boy like his own even—just like those casual phone talks they can share about Jimin.

As busy as the father and son were playfully bickering on the hallway, Jungkook made a quick effort to escape Jimin's room and pretend he was just walking around the manor.

Fuck, that was a real scare.

Jin will surely question his absence, why he's not there when to greet him a welcome home and good morning. He also forgot to call him last night too since they were euphorically busy together.

But he was used to it. He's job is literally a host, he's a fuckboy and a sugar baby in profession in layman's terms! His mind can run like a super computer to come up with the most believable reasons of his absence in a second.

Quietly, Jungkook rerouted. The place they lived in was comically large that you can hide anywhere, and he cannot fathom how the father and son lived in a such a big place for more than a decade despite there's just the two of them. More than five rooms and another more functionalities that were ghosted, dull grand stair cases with no one who walks on other than three people, the only thing probably alive is the garden and the living room, then Jimin's room now that he got a glimpse of it.

No wonder the businessman felt lonely in such a large home with all the work on his shoulders, and the son who seemed to be incredibly sheltered and protected by his father's riches.

Jungkook went down using the other staircase, his eyes focused on the two on the hallway conversing with topics he cannot hear from afar.

But his vision somehow can only focally focus to one, maybe this is what people say that bright colors stand out.

That blonde haired man is the only thing his eyes were set on.

"Jimin.." his name unconsciously fell from his lips.

Fuck, he was still smitten by him.

"You know, you should hide a little bit of affection you have for your husband's son. That's a predatory behavior coming from a 'step father'."

Jungkook had never felt shocked yet dissipated to be pissed in a millisecond. He felt his spine tingle from the sudden voice, but upon seeing that eyesore of a blue hair, his mood went sour.

"Greetings, Mister Jeon!"

The brunette returned the greeting—except its the greeting he received from yesterday. He snubbed him, leaving him on air stupidly with that annoying smile.

Like hell he cares about him.

"You don't seem to be very welcoming, Mister Jeon."

"I liked you better when your a snob and minding your goddamn business. How did you get in here?"

"The front door, of course! I am very much of a family here..maybe even more than you do!"

Jungkook gritted his teeth. The blue haired boy never gave him good vibes to begin with, that presence was as annoying and more mischievous than before.

"Leave. Just as you forget, I'm the man of this house now too, and I can get to tell the security outside to drag you out."

"Chill, I'll head out in a few hours. No need for you to be that aggresive! Didn't Jimin told you that I'm his best friend?"

Much or less, Jungkook wouldn't care about who Jimin's friends were. He barely knew his personal life, but to think of now he knows at least kne, he sure has poor choices in choosing who he goes with.

Jungkook didn't bother anymore, he didn't want his day ruined by him to whoever that boy's name was.  He completely went down the stair case and went to the kitchen to fetch food for his own. For sure they will take longer even just going downstairs, especially since that blue boy arrived.

He butchered a sandwiched on whatever ingredients the kitchen has in store, and a cup of coffee.

He can hear them coming closer, probably in the dining room altogether with some giggles filling the air.

"Blegh."

Could be both his bitter distaste for the laughs he can hear from the dining room, or its his sugarless black coffee.

But for sure its for the first.

Minding his own business with no single thought of joining them, the blonde walked in the kitchen to get a few things, surprised to see the brunette having his lonely breakfast.

"What do you need?"

"I needed plates and utensils. Can you move?"

"Make me."

Jungkook hid his smirk behind the cup of coffee he was sipping, and Jimin cannot even hide the annoyed expression in his face.

"Jiminie, what's taking so long for the plate? I wanna chomp down the breakfast I brought so bad!"

Taehyung entered the kitchen, witnessing that intense glaring session between the two.

"Hello again, Mister Jeon!" Tae interrupted them, the couple redirected their heads to him. Jungkook snobbed him with a scoff, and Jimin was surprised.

"T-taehyung! You should just wait there and talk with dad, I'll bring it shortly!"

"I don't mind taking a bit more time, I'd like to talk to Mister Jeon too. I've never talked to him, well, technically if we don't count that early morning blues we had. He kinda snobbed me."

Jimin shot a quick glare at Jungkook, who just rolled his eyes as an response. What a liar, he's been stirred as the bad guy again when he just returned the favor.

" Are you guys fighting again? What happened with you and him last night? Your fight with him left me confused of what to do." Taehyung asked, the blush creeping up from Jimin's neck towards his cheeks the faint color of pink visible.

Shit, why did Taehyung had to bring it up?

"We reconciled, wanna know how we did that bluey?" Jungkook butted in, with a wider smirk formed on his lips.

"Ggukkie!"

Jimin clasped his own mouth, cursing on the name that he blurted. Was it unconsciously done or a habit of remembering things suddenly? He called him that childish nickname out of the blue, Jung-fucking-kookie! The nickname he just knew moments earlier!

"D-don't listen to him Tae! He's just making fun of me!"

"Oh yes, of course. That was recreational form of reconciling you know? We released our anger in different ways. Jiminie, go tell him how fun our reconciliation is, so fun that you cannot walk straight." 

"Fuck off, Jeon! Stop saying things about what happened last night!" Jimin is starting to be pissed off at him, pouting his lips with knitted eyebrows. 

"But you said it yourself, that we did something last night? And you just fucked with me..so wanna repeat?" Jimin gasped his own choice of words putting him down to shame. 

Its a wrong damn time to be frank!

"I hate you sugar boy!"

"Aww, love you too sweetheart."

He replied, winking to Jimin. The blonde's face was awfully red, and the blue haired boy was smiling forcefully with his lips pursed, expression reads between the borderline of genuinely being pissed off and humored by the things he had been hearing. 

Jimin pushed Jungkook off his way and grumpily took the plates and utensils he needed and pulled out Taehyung hastily with him too. Jungkook could only laugh at his victory- getting Jimin to admit their fiasco in front of his annoying friend.

The blonde was fuming, his cheeks still flushed from the embarrassment and anger.

The nerve that Jungkook has, boasting the goddamn sex to other people like it's nothing!

He was too appalled by it, that he was almost throwing the plate on the table and the loud noise of the utensils hitting the ceramics.

"What happened?" Jin worriedly asked, reading the annoyed expression on Jimin's face. And with that observation alone, he got the answer and sighed heavily.

"Don't tell me you fought with Jungkook again in that short span of time you're gone?"

He should probably hasten things up on Jimin's moving out or else the place will be full of screaming and bitterness in the next days. It's been little more than a week, but that irritated and vexing expression were already bringing him a heartache. Seeing his son happy is all he wanted after months of absence, yet got none of it other than stressful atmosphere.

"Taehyung-ah, I suppose you can help Jimin pack up his things? After we finish this generous breakfast you bought, I'll tell my secretary to send cleaners and interior repair men to the complex you'll both be moving in."

"This quick? I thought we'll take at least a week before moving in." Taehyung asked, taking a bite of the baguette.

"It's better to attain peace for all of us by the end of this day. Of course, if you ask me I won't even opt for Jimin to move out, I'd like to be with him, even by the time he would form his own family that he can raise here. But unfortunately, storm has been stirring in here all the time he and Jungkook cross paths. If early on it's that bad, what more will happen in the future? They might kill each other here."

For sure the two won't kill each other physically, but other things will escalate that can kill each other's hearts instead.

"Valid point. Things are getting dangerous between them." Taehyung gave him a side eye and Jimin could only roll his eye at the back of his head.

"We'll pack up after breakfast. I'll just bring the important ones today, then we can gradually move other stuff from my room. By lunch, me and Taehyung can move out."

"..good. Taehyung-ah, I'll place Jimin under your care. If you need everything, please call me immediately."

--

"Aight, I think that's your last suitcase we'll bring. God, min'. This is only half of your clothes? Is this what you brought in your three month stay in Seoul?"

Taehyung pointed the three large suit cases they packed with all just the blonde's belongings. They weren't even a half of it and they're already exhausted packing it all up, much more fix it back again in the new home. Oh well, such sacrifices for independence meant maturing enough to fold hundreds back in the closet.

"I only brought one small suitcase with me in Seoul. Then there's clothes prepared in the place where I moved in. Dunno, maybe dad bought those. I took home most of those with me."

Even Jimin could only scratch the back of his head, wondering how he had so much things in the first place. But its also a sign of his wealthy upbringing, after all he didn't have much assets from his own work. He can count with his fingers the number of items that he actually bought with his own money among the hundreds. He does make money from choreography making, joining the theatre, and casually accepting dance lessons and so, but it cannot compare on everything his father had provided.

"Your cluelessness in the number of items you own will never cease to amuse me. Your closet is like fashion Mary Poppins!"

"You literally own twice of what I have, your closet with another of your weird stuff is a whole planet."

"And we'll have to pack that and barge in my house soon in Geochang. But for sure they'll be pissed of me for taking all of it when I'm still under their 'kicked out' list."

Taehyung flipped the lock of Jimin's suit case. "Hey, do you still have anything else you wanna bring? The staff your dad sent to help us move were waiting downstairs."

"Go on, I'll just pack my other personal necessities left in my bathroom then we're good to go."

Taehyung hummed in response, bringing out Jimin's suitcase one by one and leaving for the people to do the rest. Decided to just wait for Jimin on the car, he went outside and leaned on his vehicle under the shade, quickly lighting a cigarette for his own.

"Got a word, Kim Taehyung?"

"I don't think there's anything we should talk about."

"You being a pretentious nice friend and an asshole everytime he isn't around does not sit with me."

"Does being an asshole every single minute made you superior than me? I don't think so. You're not a nice person yourself."

Taehyung huffed the smoke he inhaled right in front of Jungkook's face, the brunette coughing and shortly followed with a sharp glare.

"Your name is Jeon Jungkook right? That host club worker that 'caught' the attention of Kim Seokjin. Married a little over 15 days since meeting him and married under the law. Heard that Jin-ssi didn't invite anybody. It's just the judge, you and him in that room signing marriage papers. God, I wonder what kind of bewitching did you used to get in here?"

"I could tell you the same, clinging to Jin in hopes of reclaiming your chance over his pretty little Jimin. He friend zoned you for years, as I can tell. But did your pining over him got you anywhere at all? I even made a move in a span of a week."

Taehyung chuckled, closing his distance with Jungkook and pressing his still lit cigarette butt over the jacket that he wore.

"You're the one that told Jin about my fight with Jimin at the host club, didn't you?"

Jungkook growled, swatting off Taehyung's hand off him. The area of his jacket were he pressed the cigarette butt was burned a little, and for sure it pissed him off further.

"Rumors spread far for sure, you weren't thinking enough when you started pulling him out in a crowded place."

"Nobody knew who Jimin was in that public space except you, bluey. I've heard more than enough from Jin the extent of hiding Jimin's identity to the public eye to protect him."

"Oh so now you're invested enough to him after teasing him for a while?"

"Believe me bluey, I could go through Jimin's whole life and affection in a day more than you could ever. Aren't you doing that for almost whole your life?"

Jungkook knew he was ever so boastful, but Taehyung needed more humbling.

"You'll never get another move at Jimin at this rate so I suggest you stay back and do your luxury trophy wife job well. You wouldn't want your social climbing to be halt in the middle, hm?"

"Is that all your gonna say? Sure. I bet I'll do good. Goodluck to you too."

Jungkook doesn't feel threatened by Taehyung at all, even if his words could weigh. He was literally arguing with the only son of Geochang Kims that can ruin his life in one snap of his finger. But there's no pressure at all! He was threatened by many spouses of his customers throughout his life that he was unfazed of him.

His intentions of talking to him shouldn't have ended this bitter if he'd listen but they got that far arguing for one precious man. He stepped back, and turned his back at him to walk away when he decided to leave few more words;

"Being fascinated by Jimin's unique mere presence isn't that new. We were both caught by it—we're enslaved into chasing him, you know that feeling the most. But, I'm not backing down at all, he's already keeping half of my heart in his pocket after that one night." Jungkook raised his tattooed hand, pointing at his banded ring finger,

"Even if I have this one that is keeping me in place. I could also say that I made a mistake and went for the wrong one."

Jungkook watched Taehyung twist into a rather subdued expression. The brunette could feel it from inches away that he was threatened—as he should. He could see him trying to articulate words to get back to him, but seemed like nothing could go past his mouth at all.

"Tae!"

The blonde finally came out of the manor, with a mini suitcase in hand. Taehyung jolted and stomped on the cigarette butt he left on the ground, smiling as Jimin approached him.

"We gotta go! I decided to get a few more things and its already with the staff. They're ready to go too."

"Sure, how about your dad?"

"Dad said he'll follow us shortly, he just needed to finish his brief phone meeting for the Ilsan project."

Watching the first black car to go out of the gates before they rode inside the respective vehicles, Taehyung driving next and following the staff's lead.

Their ride was silent, the both of them listening to the saxophone pieces from Taehyung's playlist. Jimin was just as focused on his outside surroundings,  tapping his fingers on the car door's panel in beat of the sax playing.

"Was Jeon joking about the things he said in the kitchen, Jimin?" Taehyung broke the silence between them with an awkward topic, but he has been wanting to know the answer that only directly coming from Jimin.

Jimin's cheeks went hot from the question alone, flashes of Jungkook's sultry expression still crossing his mind—he might be going crazy, he can also hear his husky voice at the back of his head with the pet name during sex.

"..uh—it's..fuck. Yes, I did have sex woth him last night. Right after he took me home from the host club. " When Taehyung heard of it, his grip on the stirring wheel was unbelievably tight with the veins of his hand accentuated. Shit, he almost floored the breaks too.

"I warned you about him. Do you even know the consequence that is going to follow you, Jimin?"

"Look—the sex was unexpected. We fought, then things just escalated the other way! I..i was..ah—shit, I can't really explain it too."

Thinking of it, Jimin was very unsure too why he gave up and ended in the same bed with his father's young husband that he hated most. He's unsure if it was Jungkook's magnetism that made him susceptive and fell right through his temptation game. Or it might be the lingering charm he left on his lips from the previous kisses they shared, a sinner who loved the sensation yet hated the guilt.

Everything all at once, probably.

"That should be the last time you'll see him in the bedroom, no, at all." Taehyung said so, his now dreary eyes staring at Jimin's form through the rearview mirror.

"I hope so."

--

Jungkook entered his husband's office, just in time where he adjourned the call and put down his phone.

"Oh, Jungkook. Did they leave already?"

"Yeah, they left half an hour ago."

Jin hummed in response, taking his grey trench coat from the hanging rack inside his office.

"You're free for the rest of the day, 'kook. I'll be over at the apartment complex til' night, no need to wait for me for dinner and you can sleep anytime you want."

Jungkook could only wonder if Seokjin does have affection for him or his simply a trophy to stare at when he feels tired. The elder remained a mystery to him, he doesn't know his wants and needs and simply just going over what he wants—and he's compensated generously for it.

He does have disturbing thoughts for sometime as why he married him besides the void he wished to fill in his heart. When he thought back of the timeline where they met, it was only a a week after his son left for Seoul to pursue passion. He had set his eyes on him simply for his riches and from a certain someone's recommendations, he wooed him for that. And it was easy, simple, that he got to sign a marriage contract and a band on his ring finger after fifteen days.

Never once Seokjin had told anything to him about his life besides current work. Normally customers will go over their demise for an uncaring partner in the past, or their regretful memories they wish to run away from using comfort from the arms of men.

But for Seokjin, it was all about finding someone he could talk with.

All of his stories revolved about work, what he does, and what his work ethics were. Maybe it was to boast himself to Jungkook and get his attention, but in a little of two months he was married to him he'd come to realize that it was his routine. To work for his company, and to pour all his blood, sweat, and tears for his precious only son; Park Jimin.

Jungkook had this disturbing thoughts recently that the busy chairman only married him because he missed his son too badly. He was no way in position to psychoanalyze a person, but years of experience from the job made him jump right into a probable conclusion. Hr could only think that Jin found his son's attributes on him in a period of absence. He was only a little younger than Jimin, just two years. He had the need to treat someone like a son, but then his feelings of romantic longing also came into the picture, affected of the club's vibe where everyone was into each other and he misunderstood his own feelings.

Somehow, the father and son does share the same trait of misunderstanding their own motives and feelings.

"Can I come with you?"

"Jimin won't be too happy about that. He left for his own peace of mind, if I bring you there he'll fume again."

"I'll stay in the car, I promise."

Seokjin sighed. He is tired and sleepless from the company matters he is fixing, while he's prioritizing his son's wants and needs, then keeping the peace of his little family. Perhaps he might need that assistance, Jungkook could help by driving him to the apartment complex.

"I guess you could drive for me."

Jin tossed Jungkook the key to one of the Bentley's he owned, the brunette catching it just in time.

It didn't take long for them to go down stairs and get in the vehicle, the younger totally amazed of the Bentley's interior as he maneuvered it.

"Shit—this car is amazing."

"You can use the others sometimes, just take care of it."

Jin had multiple Bentley's in store on their garage, as a part of his luxury car collection. Maybe it was the only hobby he knew Jin possessed, collecting supercars for himself. It was his own form of self reward anyways. For someone who drives for his own, maybe 13 cars are a bit too much to spend in but he's Kim Seokjin—He's a new money, and grew fast within two decades. He owned multiple real estate businesses, construction firms, and rent buildings around South Korea. It's a dime for him, the cars aren't even a quarter of what he has.

"I've never asked you this before, but what happened to your previous relationship?" Jungkook perceived the silence between them as a chance to finally ask things about Jin so he could get to know a little bit about him, and elicit more for Jimin.

"Which one?"

The brunette doesn't know if he should be surprised if Seokjin had multiple relationships in the past. He was rich, he cod have anybody he wished for. But Jungkook somehow perceived him as someone who was hung with a lone person.

"Jimin's other parent where is he?"

It was a question that he'd been curious of, even Jimin evaded the question about it too. He heard Jin held his breath, and seen him in the rear view mirror shift his gaze outside.

"I don't know. Dead, maybe."

"Does Jimin knew who that is?"

"No, better not." It was a straight forward answer from him, and Jungkook also felt that hw won't be able to squeeze out more from him.

"Why are you asking me this?"

"Because I never did before. We've been married for over two months, and I still don't know much about you."

He heard another heavy sigh from the elder.

"I had another before. The second one after I had Jimin. We were okay for only a few years. Fun and all, since he acted as my son's parental figure. Jimin loved him too, but things got rocky unfortunately."

"Were you married to your ex?"

"No, I was a third party."

Jungkook was beyond surprised. He never expected that answer from him at all, never had one will guess that THE Kim Seokjin was an affair of somebody elses relationship.

"Do you want me to speak whole truth and nothing but the truth, Jungkook?" The way he worded it only meant that there is something more that he should prepare of and at the same time, a secret he should be bringing to his grave even when the time comes that they'll separate.

"Go ahead."

"I was desperate. Standing at the bottom with a child left to raise my own. I had nothing, so I had to do something. So eventually one of my starting point is to catch the attention of an old money descendant in Ilsan. All of his wealth, everything he has, went to me one by one. He left his wife to build another future with us. All because he got crazy for me—he thought me and my Jimin is the future he wanted to have within his palms. In short, I tricked him. Used everything he gave so I can get here." 

Jungkook, sadly, could understand his standpoint. Anyone desperate enough wouldn't mind trampling over people to get to the top. It was horrible, to use someone's affection for the means of money, but that was the reality of greed that people do face and sadly fell victim for.

And so far hearing the story, perhaps this is the closest they have on the same lane.

"So where is he now?"

"You know him, that's the only thing I can tell so far." 

He stopped asking, and it did dawn on him an idea of who he was talking about.  Deciding not to pry further, they kept with the silent ride with that heavy atmosphere from the revelations shared.

Reaching the place, the car was parked further from the complex. From afar, one can see that it is for the rich and even if it wasn't the best yet—it was a luxury not everybody could attain.

Seokjin opened the car of his passenger seat, "You can go now, thanks for the ride." he shut the door and went to walk on his own to the complex.

Jungkook could only watch Jin walk away, the heavy air outside swaying his trenchcoat. He could only curse at the situation he put himself in. This is the time that he was being attacked by guilt, yet he cannot do anything as he already lit up the fire rather strong.

"For all I thought he recommended him because he's filthy rich..fuck," He mumbled quick, his hands all over his face.

He's in a mess that keeps multiplying as time passes by.

For all he thought money is the only thing he'll want and target for. He was an asshole, for sure. But god forgive him that he's being more! From being a sugar baby and married, to getting smitten and fawning over his husband's pretty son, and the dawning realization that he was an accessory for revenge.

But he could feel like this isn't even the start yet.