When the truth is out of the box, Jimin would finally choose his place.

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Everything just went downhill tonight.

Minutes earlier Jimin was swimming in pleasure with his secret lover, now he's down on the floor to weep his heart out, hugging his husband's knees and begging for his forgiveness. He knew it won't go that easy way, if he had to cry a whole river Han to be forgiven he will do so just to get that 'okay, i forgive you.' from Taehyung.

"Please, please- it was a mistake! Taehyung please forgive me, I-i..i don't know what I'm doing!"

For Taehyung's ears, all he was hearing were utter bullshit. He was far too mad to believe any more stories that his presumed innocent husband had to make. His eyes were clear earlier to see he was riding Jeon Jungkook's fucking dick and he's damn sure Jimin was already a grown up to know that sitting over other's cock while being married is the biggest heresy and mistake one could ever do their significant other.

"Really? A mistake? What kind of goddamn mistake will it be?"

"I didn't mean it! I-it's just.."

Jimin's words trailed off, he can't even finish his sentence completely. How could he even say 'its just sex' and no feelings attached? Or say that 'I'm sorry, you can't have sex with me so I had sex with your boss since he's willing'. Its pouring acid to the open wound, he's already hurt badly and the anger burns his whole chest will he ever take himself to hurt Taehyung much further? Jimin's heart was broken too.

He wanted to stay.

Taehyung's breaths were heavy, all his frustration and anger pent up on his chest. The whole ordeal felt like his soul left his whole body, broke his heart into pieces that it was pulverized and shut off his whole brain completely. He can't bear it, every thought he wanted to throw a punch to the wall, the floor, or much better it would be Jeon Jungkook's face to break it just as how he broke their marriage.

Maybe he's wrong to let the motherfucker leave, he could have punched him to death for touching his husband. Fuck being fired at work, it doesn't compare on what he feels! Not even a hella fuck ton of money or a position in the company can even mend his heart.

"Are you implying that Jeon went to a wrong house, opened the wrong door, fucked the wrong man and you..you just fucking accepted his invitation and take him in? Huh, you even made an effort to decorate this place and sprinkle fucking petals here in our own room! Really? In our bed? Wearing the same thing I gifted you in our honeymoon? Fuck him in that? Do you think I'm fucking blind and dumb? Now I caught you cheating you're crying in front of me? You fucking liar!"

Taehyung's deep voiced screams could radiate in their whole neighborhood. He wouldn't filter his words anymore, fuck it even those words will hurt Jimin badly, he might was more devastated than he was and will ever be. It takes two to tango, he knew very right that he took part on it. Jimin must be thankful that he can only shout and gain control of himself, if he was a violent man he could end up mopped and bleeding on the floor with punches.

"No, please Taehyung! I-i'm sorry, sorry! P-please listen to me! I-i..t-this is supposed to be for you b-but Jungkook came here a-and it happened. I..we..did the mistake."

Of course, Taehyung remembered his promise to come home early. But he was given an overtime work from the courtesy of Jeon fucking Jungkook, his boss. Additional papers to look at despite insisting he have to come home early, a ton of it that he did with rush just to fulfill his promise. Then it hit him. Now its more clear;

Jeon Jungkook is intentionally distracting him with fuck ton of work.

"..this isn't the first time right?"

He gritted, his jaw clenched with his shaking fists. The thought disgusts him, his mental image flooded with unwanted sceneries of the two taking their moments behind his back. His gut was twisted that he would want to vomit, and he was sure the bitter taste on his mouth isn't imaginary anymore.

"..it..happened often. e-especially when you're out or..or..if we felt like it. Three months. W-we've been having sex for three months. "

Jimin has no way out in this, he can't lie anymore. Lying could save him, really, he can say it happened twice or he's just forced in it-but he didn't want to put much more crack in their now broken marriage nor break Jungkook's supposed to be superior image too.

Why was he still concerned on Jungkook again?

"..Jimin, fuck-f-fuck! I'm almost losing hope working for you, I wanted to give all your needs, sustain your happiness and all you pay me back is to fuck around my boss? It fucking hurts!"

The hot fat roll of tears streaming down Taehyung's face were unstoppable, all the thoughts coming once in his head. He remembered all the pain he's exerting in the office, the overtime that he spent alone in the dark building the only light provided from his monitor while typing down to get his extra pay. Or the rash scolding from the boss everytime he messed up the papers for the investors, his body and soul overworked just to get the pay. The only support he had was their photo together with their little family Yeontan and Chimmy, sat on his table with a simple wooden frame and a note attached to the side. The photo was his very own energizers everytime he's drained out, and his only reason the go on and continue working.

For every office nights he spent tearing up on the thoughts that he hasn't been able to get together with the husband he missed the most, or even giving him what he exactly wanted. Or the three weeks he's been away overseas, the hotel room empty and spacious without Jimin and thoughts of bringing him on those beautiful countries to take pictures together that will last forever.

He had imagined kissing him with the perfect photograph of Eiffel Tower behind them, and the new shiny diamond ring on Jimin's ring finger to replace the cheap gold one they wear that was bought from a cheap jewelry store. He wanted to remarry and renew his vows to Jimin in a much more beautiful scenery, with a much more better set of suits than the boring dress shirts and necktie of their first wedding in the plain courthouse.

Taehyung dreamed to bring him in Paris, have the romantic dinner on a noveau riché restaurant for Jimin to experience the rich candle light dining-and a sweet honeymoon to follow in the luxury hotel suite. Taehyung had so much dreams for them, so much to look forward to. He was this surviving salary man that had impossible dreams, doing everything to get the cold cash to give the best future for them. He wanted to last forever, believing the red string of fate brought them together only to know that Jimin's string was tangled with somebody else's other than him.

"T-taehyung-I..i still love you! You're my husband-I..i can never replace you in my heart!"

"Its not a goddamn excuse for you to fuck Jeon! You're mine-you're my husband! If you really loved me, you would've denied him!"

Jimin could feel his heart could burst from the pain of seeing Taehyung cry out his heart. He felt sorry for those tears shed, wishing he's in place to wipe those tears away but no-he's the reason for it.

The guilt was eating him whole.

"I-i did that because you dont..you don't touch me! I have needs too, and I craved for touches for very long! A-And the car, the promotion you had..the higher wage, it wont be there without me pushing it! I have my needs Taehyung!"

"What are you even making out in here? You could've directly told me that you need sex, if you want me to fuck you off your mind then speak it out but what did you do? You brought another man in here-in our bed!"

"You're not even interested! Y-you treat me like a doll, like I'm going to break anytime! I tried bringing it up, gave you subtle touches to understand me b-but you didn't! Then Jungkook..h-he..gave what my body wanted, the sex you couldn't give me..gave me more than you could do so. E-even..our property here-the money you get..I-i get."

Just so everything hurts for Taehyung, even his pride as a man was jabbed. The fact that he was being turned down to be the lacking and uncaring one in the relationship did make his whole being jumbled.

"That's because I love you! I don't want you to hurt nor make you feel dirty and uncomfortable! I wanted to respect you and your body! For all I know you wanted to be a whore just as how Jeon disrespect you, I could've done that myself!"

Jimin never expected being called a whore by his husband had an effect of stabbing pain in him. That was the worst that Taehyung had called him for years, the sweetest and tooth rotting endearments dropped to the lowest point, his husband just labelled him cheap. Even Taehyung's bellowing voice doesn't help either, Jimin never wanted to be screamed at, and this fight was even the first time Taehyung did in their whole years of their marriage. It hurts not just emotionally, even their argument was screamed around for half an hour already where neighbors can hear his infidelity, and it even came from Taehyung's own words.

"T-taehyung..sweetie, love, s-sorry please-please..please! D-don't scream anymore, please i-it hurts! O-one more chance! Please give me one more! I'll make everything right Tae, p-please, please just..let me prove my self!"

He was stammering, kneeling down the floor and holding down on Taehyung's shoes with his face almost kissing down the leather material. His tears were dropping on the carpeted floor and the shoe itself, whimpering everytime Taehyung had tried to pull away his foot that he held down tightly like a beggar asking for a bit of crumbs, a bit of forgiveness.

Their bedroom could be flooded with both of their tears enough. They were a complete sobbing mess together, their emotions all over the room. Taehyung's chest were rising slowly, unable to breath of the choking hatred he feels stuck on his chest.

"..Jimin. Get out of the room."

His voice was deadpanned, too monotoned as if he's already soulless. Or was he? His whole soul just left after he unveiled the sinister scene earlier. He trailed off those words, Taehyung still trying to grip on his last thin of self control before he completely lashed out at his weeping partner.

"Taehyung please just listen-"

The thin thread of Taehyung's control snapped, yanking Jimin's frail arm rather cruel. He pulled him up with his tight grip on both arm that his nails dig on the soft skin, throwing his frame on the stained bed with a loud thud, Jimin's head almost spun around the room from the sudden impact.

"..you liked him rough don't you?"

Taehyung straddled his legs, putting his weight down on the figure while his arms pushed down Jimin's shoulder frame. His brown orbs wandered on the angrily marked neck, purple bruises tainted on the pale skin. How dare that bastard mark him like that? A growl escaped from his chest, eyes engorged on the dirty trails left on his husband's body. That body was for him, and only him. Their vows was embedded on his head, 'one in body and soul' and his pretty little husband decided to be a dainty bitch?

He had to put things back in place.

"Dirty slut."

Jimin felt the line on his throat, and his never ending tears staining down his cheeks. He felt hurt, being called a slut by Taehyung had a different impact to him unlike Jungkook. It felt more humiliating, mortifying even. If it was his karma he didn't want it-he'd rather have Taehyung kick him out of the house and trail on the streets than be degraded by the man he loved for his sweetness.

"P-please, I l-love you still-please let go..'m sorry!"

Jimin wanted him back, his sweet Taehyung is what he wanted. His husband, no, the man on top of him doesn't seem to be his Taehyung anymore. All he can see in those eyes were dead rage, pining his whole being. The shine on his eyes completely gone, and he didn't look lustful as it supposed to be-all he can see is Taehyung dead mad at him, like a tiger ready to bite his prey and be torn into pieces.

"Aren't you suppose to like me in this state? This is what Jeon does to you right? You said it yourself, I treat you too delicate."

Everything was getting out of hand, he just wished that he had listened earlier to get out. He realized what he did so, a quick lesson embedded in his brain. He broke Taehyung, they broke him. And he had every right to be mad, but he didn't want it physically. Taehyung was already blinded with rage, he's out of his right mind.

"Nonono, Tae-love please no! I-i'm sorry! This is not you, I-i know I'm wrong, I cheated! B-but please..please don't do this!"

Jimin won't regret having angry sex with him, he have every right to touch him and he'd let him to. Its consensual on his part, he'd accept him. But Taehyung accepting himself after this? He'd regret it. Knowing his husband for three years, it will break Taehyung further after realizing that he physically hurt him back. It wasn't in his nature, he was a caring and still the sweetest man he had known for his life-the primary reason he married him and deep down he still is.

Jimin still cared for him, even after the stunt with his secret lover.

Taehyung was still holding him down, inching their face closer. He had tried to press their lips together, but he stopped halfway with his own lips quivering with a sense of hesitation. The man under him already had the courage to touch him back, squeezing his arm lightly for affirmation.

"Tae-taehyung..please. H-hate me all you want! But..don't this, its..not..you."

It was a splash of cold water to his body, freezing chills running down his spine after the realization of his action. His whole body shook uncontrollably, loud sobs trailed his lips. So he can't hurt Jimin. Even after breaking his heart.

"..its okay, Tae. I-i'm okay, its alright..it's not your fault. Its mine."

Jimin lightly pushed him back to sit up on their bed, wiping a few tears on his face.

He'll have to leave sooner, staying there would make it harder for the both of them. Maybe he'd grab few of his clothes and personal belongings, go in the streets of Seoul or he'll go back to his hometown Busan if he was lucky enough to catch a trip tonight by the train. He wasn't sure if he'd come back tomorrow, or the next days, maybe months or never if Taehyung wished for him to sign the papers and banish in his life forever.

"..i'll be leaving Taehyung-ah. I'm really sorry for what I did, I'm sorry for cheating on you. Its not easy to forgive what I did, I know and not justifiable either. I..if you wanted to give me a chance j-just call me. N-no matter how long it may take, I'd respond to you."

Those were sincere words coming from his heart, regret trailing back his conscience completely. He was the cheater in there, and his regrets are now too late and there's no way he can revert back what he did. The damage is done. Him leaving sounds running from his own mess, but staying won't make it any better.

Taehyung was still motionless, crying heavily in his position. Jimin pressed a last kiss on his temple before rising to collect his belongings and stuff it all in one suit case, the yellow one filled with doodles that he and Taehyung designed together to use for their vacations. He dressed himself more modestly, throwing over a large sweater and baggy pants he randomly picked fast.

He gathered it all, he was sure. He had little money, unsure if it'll take him anywhere or get him a cab. Of course he won't even ask for more. He'd just think about it later, what he'll do after-more importantly he had to leave to give Taehyung his space.

"..I'll be leaving now, Taehyung. I.."

Jimin badly wanted to say 'I love you', but he sew his own lips shut before he can mutter those words. He spared a last look to him with those sad eyes, shutting their bedroom door firmly.

The first sight he saw outside their door were their little dogs; Chimmy and Yeontan. They had their tails down low, their sad eyes staring at him a few wails coming from them. They seemed to know that their papa and daddy argued, and both are affected from it. If only they can speak, they would've said something back to him already and asked 'is everything okay?' or 'please don't fight.' They were dogs, but surely Jimin treated them like his own children for years and he can't help but to feel more sad about it. It'll feel like he'll be leaving little children behind that he raised.

"Chimmy, Yeontan. Papa had to go..he did something very bad to him. Take care of daddy okay? He's sad, make him smile okay?" He lowered down, patting both of their heads and ruffling their fur both dogs nuzzling from the touch. A sob escaped his lips, before deciding to give the two dogs a hug and a kiss on their heads.

With a broken goodbye to their dogs, he pulled his suitcase to set off. Just as he would leave, Chimmy gnawed and pulled the hem of his pants seemingly to prevent his papa from leaving their home. The puppy does that everytime he'd try to leave everyday, but he found it more sad this time when Chimmy tried to stop him. Yeontan was staring at him, still the sad eyes but not mimicking the yellow hooded dog. The pomeranian was originally Tae's dog that he brought from home after they got married. While Chimmy, he was closer to him. He was the one that found the little puppy abandoned in the cardboard box before and convinced Taehyung to take him in for Yeontan to have a friend.

"..Chimmy, y-you can't go with me. Papa had to leave, you have to stay with Daddy and Yeontan."

Jimin pushed the puppy away softly, using his foot before rushing out the front door to shut it completely so Chimmy won't run and leave the house with him. He knew how stubborn the dog was, and can even hear his loud barks that broke his heart further.

With him pulling his suitcase, he spared a last stare at the home they shared together for years.

And he'll leave there along with the happy memories they made in their three year marriage.

Three months.

"Jimin-ah! Here's the order for table 2!"

Jimin wiped the glass table, humming as he collect the used coffee cups on the surface. He quickly jolted and put aside the previous trash on the bin beside the counter, separating the recyclable ones to the biodegradable ones.

"Coming right up!"

He had been working in a cafe back in his hometown, Busan. It was courtesy of his old good friend, Namjoon, who established his own café business. Luckily there was a vacant position for a waiter, and he badly needed the money. He's been working there for two months and a half, working to live his life there. Its much better than loiter down the streets, become a beggar or be a stripper to at least put a little work on his body and the bit dancing skills he had back before. He had no one to ask money for after he left the home that he and Taehyung shared, in need to work for himself for living.

The first night of their separation, he didn't know where he'd go. He walked his way to the central station with heavy feet, dragging his way in there while pulling the heavy suit case. His money was just right, and boarded easily on one train to Busan that night. When he was back there, he didn't knew where to go in the first place. With his parents dead and one brother left, he was at loss of idea to stay in. At first he had thought to stay with his brother Jihyun, but he felt too ashamed to board in the house with Jihyun's wife and children in there too. Jihyun treated Taehyung as his brother and liked him for his Jimin hyung, for sure he'll be disappointed to know that his very own brother scandalously cheated because of sex. Then he remembered his friend from high school, Namjoon. He was living by himself in the near district, and he seemed nice as well when he called him for a place to stay and immediately opened his door for him. He didn't pry about the issue between the couple, but he knew they separated and Jimin is in dire need of a place to stay.

And that's where he lived most of his stay, half of his pay was already taken in by Namjoon for boarding in his house.

Its been three months since he left, having no word from anybody back in Seoul. The only word he had was from Jungkook that persistently texted and called him, asking for his whereabouts and courting him after the word supposedly spreaded that he and Taehyung separated ways.

No, they aren't officially divorced yet. He didn't sign any papers yet, nor received one either-he didn't even received a call from Taehyung for months. It made him hopeful everyday that he'd call, or even one letter text would be alright for him. But he didn't receive any, yet he still hanged on that one thought that he'll call back. He wanted to do it himself, but he was hesitating. Would he ever pick up? Or is Taehyung still mad about it? He wanted for him to be the one to confirm his feelings, and he'll respect his time no matter how long it would take.

"Jimin-ah, you're lively as usual. Anything nice?" Namjoon asked, while lending Jimin the tray to serve to the waiting table.

"Nothing at all, you know I'm lively and lovely everyday right?"

He giggled before taking the tray completely, taking it to the waiting table. He had this soft smile in his face as he served, serving the long black cup of coffee to the customer.

"Good day, here's your order-"

"So this is where you've been baby?"

The smile on his lips instantly faded, the familiar voice ringing on his ear.

"Jungkook..?"

He was there, his old flame, the cause of his broken marriage. Clad in his usual black suit, fringe falling down his eyes that is now covered with the lavish aviator glasses with his hair has thicker, similar to a mullet.

"I finally found your whereabouts baby. Took me three months huh? It was hard asking around. You should've told me that you'll be here in Busan, you could've felt comfortable in my home."

"Jungkook please-I..i said it before. I don't want you around anymore. W-we're done already."

"You're still hoping for your Taehyung? I thought you two separated already. Oh by the way, he's not working with us anymore. Fired after he slammed that resignation letter in my table instead of the HR and had a fist fight with me at the office."

"T-taehyung punched you? He did that?"

"Quite scandalous for him, I must say. I didn't knew he can punch that hard that I had to leave for a week just to heal my face that he pounced the most. The CEO walked in and teared us away, then had him trashed off by the security. "

Jimin had the surprised expression on his face, the information still sinking in his mind. So Taehyung did try to break Jungkook's face in exchange of his broken heart. But it gave him a clearer explanation why no one has been calling him from Seoul, Taehyung might have left the city after that. He's hoping that Taehyung was back in Geochang with his grandmother, so he may feel home and much better.

"..baby. Don't you have other things to say? I made an effort to look for you. I missed you so much, Jimin." Jungkook had reached for his hand that he almost dropped the tray, the larger hand trailed down his wrist to hold it tight, yet not to painful.

"..I'm working, Jungkook. I can't talk for too long."

"You know you won't have to go through this job if you answered my calls right, baby?"

He had been serenading Jimin on calls and messages, persuading him to come home with him and live there. But all the time, Jimin always ignored the calls. He didn't want to depend on him, nor have any time to still do something with him and it will come up as a great disrespect to Taehyung.

He's done with Jungkook, done after his marriage was shattered into pieces by both of their faults.

"Look, Jungkook. Please, just..stop going after my affection. I know we did that, we had sex a lot of unhealthy times. But please stop. I'm still married, I'm still Kim-Park Jimin after we separated without those papers being signed and I'm still hoping to get back with Taehyung soon if he'll give me a chance."

"Bold for you assume that he'd get back with you after seeing us having sex in your sanctuary with him? Baby, you know I've been wanting you and I'm opening my whole doors for you. I'd even pay for your papers, every process to go through as long as it takes-just for you to be Jeon Jimin."

Jungkook was way too bold, he didn't even wait for any more chance in a private talk. He was straight forward of his intentions, there's no way he had to sugar coat it or make it longer, he was too eager to fill the empty space and throw that ugly golden ring that caged Jimin; replace it with a brightly shining diamond ring that the beautiful man truly deserved. He'd rain him with riches and everything he had, get him to those beautiful places a beautiful man like him can easily fit in. An engagement party in Paris, getting him into a honeymoon at a beach in Spain, a marriage in Rome. If he wanted those, he'll get it in no time. He'll be willing to give him every single thing he wanted.

"N-no you don't love me genuinely, Jungkook. You only loved me for my body, that's the truth behind everything. And I stayed commiting those acts with you because..you gave what my body is craving. I don't think there's love between the two of us."

For his perspective, Jungkook was escalating things higher than a mountain. Divorce isn't a joke for him to take, nor something to get rushed and envoke. He was suggesting a shotgun marriage-except there's no child to take account of. Its so fast, he may be thinking just one day after signing the papers its all done, then the next night he'll put another ring on his hand while signing their marriage papers next then fuck endlessly. Then he'll become his trophy wife as Jeon Jimin.

Did he ever think what his colleagues would say that Kim Taehyung's husband, Kim Jimin suddenly divorced him despite being 'devoted' for all of those years bringing lunches? Not that lunches are a big deal, but it meant so much for his affection. Make it look like that he seemed like a deep gold digger for going after his husband's boss? Become Jeon Jimin in a blink of an eye, his old husband fired and out of the scene?

Was he really that easy for him?

"Didn't I said I love you before? Want me to repeat it? I'd do it millions of times for you." Jimin was losing his patience, yanking away from Jungkook's hold against his wrist.

"Please, Jungkook lets not talk about it anymore."

"Jimin-"

"Have a good day, Jeon Jungkook."

He turned his back at him, leaving the table to leave him by his own means and go back to his job.

Namjoon watched, and seemed to pick up what's happening seeing through Jimin's distress. There weren't much customers around and the other one the corner had his headphones plugged while fiddling with his laptop, only the light jazz music playing that gave way for him to eavesdrop to their conversation. He can't be blamed, their voices were moderate and he can hear it well in the shorter distance. Namjoon didn't really have a background of Jimin's cause why he separated with his long time love Taehyung, that he himself even thought that they are inseparable soulmates in highschool before leaving for the capital together then got married three years ago. But he puzzled it well now.

"I'm sure you heard now, Namjoonie."

Jimin left a deep sigh, expecting Namjoom to look disappointed and look at him dirty. Well, he's a cheater and he deserved it to be honest and he won't blame Namjoon for looking at him like that.

"Yeah, I did. Sorry for eavesdropping. I'm not mad, its okay and we can talk about it later. Do you want to work inside and wash the dishes first? I'm sure that guy would annoy you as long as you're here."

Still, even if Jimin cheated its not his business to stick his nose into. He does not tolerate the malicious act, if he was way involved before he could've stopped them immediately and whack some good sense and a long essay about cheating. But what's done is done, and can never go back. By the way Jimin acted of refusing to be with the other rich looking guy, seemed like he already learned enough so he'll be helping him out.

"Thank you, 'joonie. I'm sorry for the commotion, I'll get to work!"

For the very least, Jimin was glad of the offer. It'll take him away from Jungkook for a while until that man decides to give up and leave the place hopefully would not return to tomorrow.

He went there at the back, doing what he was told do. His small hands washing the dishes, the former smooth skin of his palms were now rougher from the continous washing and wiping jobs, callouses too. His hands almost never get wet and get in contact of the cleaning chemicals used. The only job he does before was cook, feed their dogs and vaccuum the place once in a while. Any houseworks before when he's with Taehyung were mostly supported by his husband, washing the dishes have never been a problem because of the installed dishwasher at home.

Jimin always missed his home with Taehyung. He missed Chimmy and Yeontan, the scent of Taehyung's favorite citronella oil lingering from the humidifier, the sound of his favorite korean drama ost while the end credits are playing every end of the episode. He also missed cooking for him, making japchaes and sharing their dumplings together. Then the soft kisses they share, the cuddles and the soft purple blanket they share together while huddled in their sofa, watching animated movies with their dogs sleeping in their laps.

Taehyung was his home.

Too bad, he ruined it by his own means.

Going down the memory lane was a bad idea doing the dishes. He was basically sobbing while scrubbing off the grease left in the plates, wiping the tears of his face using the forearm of his sleeves since he can't use his own hands that are now filled with soap bubbles. His throat was trying not to emit so much sobs, so Namjoon wouldn't notice his tears and check his situation far back there and looked like he was despising the dishes.

He took his time weeping his heart out there, muttering his husband's name evey minute of his tears. He wanted to savour his crying hours so badly even he knew he'd end up as a swollen manggaeteuk after, cheeks red as a bean while puffed horribly and thin lined eyes almost unable to open properly. He'd make sure to apply a cold spoon in his eyes later, not like it would help in his regretful memory lane problems but at least it would do the thing to let him still look like a proper human being.

"I should've just cleaned the house before instead of having sex goddamit.."

He muttered his regret, pouring all his self blame to the cleaning tools finding comfort in tidying the place. He even scrubbed the sink rigorously that it shined painfully through his swollen eyes, his hands scrubbed to whiten the yellowish kitchen walls next. It took him to realize everything in the back was done and clean, even the pots and pans displayed in a much more enticing way than before.

It hit him that he had left Namjoon on the counter for already three hours or so, and there could be numerous customers on the outside. For sure he was good at making coffee, but he was clumsy at serving that's why he was in need of a good waiter and he prayed that Namjoon didn't spill any hot drinks at the customers or pour it accidentally over their heads.

"Namjoonie? You okay there?"

He made sure to change aprons and wash his hands again for sanitation, looking around to see Namjoon just reading a book at the corner of the counter.

"Yeah, doing okay. Thankfully most of the customers earlier were mostly for take outs and I don't get to worry about serving their tables. Oh by the way, that guy is still there. I don't really want to kick him out, he buys pastries and coffee anyways."

Then the next thing he saw was Jungkook still seating from his table earlier, with four disposable cups and stack of plates sitting on there typing on his Mac Book which is for sure he brought his office work. He didn't leave after their talk earlier and still eager to pursue him, even if it takes a while to do so.

"Its okay if he buys, we'll...just talk out things later. Did he ask anything about me? Bothered you?"

"..not much. He just asked me how long you've been here and you stay with me. I didn't lie, I told him you were my classmate in highschool, a tenant and my employee and everything is strictly that way." Jimin nodded, his hand clutched into the cloth of his apron.

"Thank you, Namjoonie. Don't worry, he won't be bothering us the next days. I'm sorry for dragging you again in my bullcrap." There's a sigh that left Namjoon's lips, dropping down his hard bounded book carefully at the counter before patting Jimin's shoulders.

"Its okay, do your stuff and it doesn't bother me as long as you're standing at your own ground. But I wish is for you to choose and fix everything in your relationships soon, use your head but choose whatever your heart wished to go with. If you let the excess baggage in you longer, you'd end up suffering by your own means."

Jimin pursed his lips, nodding at Namjoon's advice.

He's right in every single word, as long as he's holding on the idea that Taehyung will come to him first to give his answer on the mess he made, it will be longer than it should be. He can't fix anything in hiding like a coward, waiting for the judgment to hammer down his head either positively or negatively. He should be the one building the bond and fixing the relationship he broke.

Yeah, maybe he should bring back the light again and think positively. That's one small step of fixing things right?

"I hope it cleared your head further, Jiminnie. Why don't you go talk to him again? I'll give you hours to sort it out, outside this place or inside its up to you."

"But 'joonie, how will you be managing the dining customers?" his voice wavered worriedly, concerned of the café's running hours.

"I'll figure it out, then pray I won't accidentally burn them with water."

Namjoon chuckled softly, ruffling Jimin's soft hair. He helped to untie the apron, his hand carefully pulled the strings tied on Jimin's back and retrieve it from him, hanging it at one of the apron racks. Jimin bowed a little at him for courtesy and muttered a little 'thanks' before he dragged his heavy feet to the table where Jungkook was sitting at, the fast typing halted as he stood there right in front of him.

"I thought you told me to have a good day?" He took a sip of the cold coffee he ordered, eyes fixated on the figure before him.

"Three hours and fourty three minutes. You've been here that long doing your work while sipping four cups of coffee and ate five pastries, one pasta. I'm pretty sure that's already a good time for you?" His smaller hands made its way to push down the laptop with a 'click' to have the brunette focused on him.

"Oh come on baby, just say you made up your mind and wanted to talk outside." He took the laptop to bring it back on its sleeve, taking it with his other hand while the other was occupied holding Jimin's wrist, pulling him outside the vicinity.

"Where do you even wanna go baby?"

Jimin didn't have an exact place in mind to talk, everywhere just away from people would do for him.

"..your car. I'm pretty sure you have your car nearby?"

The black bently was parked across the street, still the same of course but it had a different ripple of emotions just by the sight of the car itself.

Jimin can vividly remember all the dirty work they had done at the back seat of his Bently, the quick twenty minute sex or either the long lingering ones that took hours wondering how the seats haven't been completely ruined and ripped off its place. His body lightly shuddered at the thought, a blush crept up his cheeks reminiscing the erotic memories at the very wrong time.

"Do you want to drive anywhere?"

"If there's a place called anywhere, then we go there."

He opened the door of the passenger seat, taking his usual place in there. Somehow it felt natural for him, being away for two months, the soft leather seat that he usually sat were more comfortable against his back. Jungkook shuffled with his keys and throwing his laptop at the back but still with care, before hitting the gas pedal to drive away from the busy streets.

"One thing I know you'll tell me today is you want me to stay away. But I'm sorry, I won't take that. If I had to stay for a year here in Busan to pursue you, then so be it."

Jimin doesn't understand where aspect does Jungkook even look at and why he's still after him. The brunette can clearly see on him that he wanted to go back and continue his relationship with Taehyung, but the thought itself can never stop him just like before. He had a lot of men and women lingering to get his affection, in fact without counting their secret relationship he was one of the most eligible bachelors out there, that one big fish at the sea that everyone were too desperate to catch.

Young with a good company position, rich, owns a good car. Yet here he is, choosing to fool around and tail over a married man.

"Jungkook, you're making things harder. You can find someone else better than me, unmarried and willing to spend a life time with you."

"No one else is better than you. No one. I don't even know why you don't believe me when I express that I love you more than anything. Who cares if you're married? If I was the first one who found you I'd grab my whole fucking chance and kneel with a diamond ring in front of you."

He wasn't joking, nor it isn't half hearted as well.

"Because all we do is have sex! That's the reason why I don't believe you love me, even from the very beginning that you decided to get me home just to take a chance on me. We've been doing that for only three months, and its impossible for you to catch feelings for me in that short period."

He did came after Jimin for his body, for god knows that Kim Taehyung was working for two years in the company then that must be the duration where he first adored the beautiful married man. He sees him everyday at the company bringing lunches, lay his eyes on him and practically eye fucking and yearning for him every single day. Too bad they don't even talk before, but Jimin had been the man of his wet dreams for so long that he can't even get over from his usual fantasies, even the porn he watched without Jimin being the lead in his mind.

So when that one day came without Taehyung in any sight and out somewhere part of the planet, he wont keep his hands for himself anymore and took his own shot at Kim Jimin.

"If its three months for you, then it's two years for me already. I've been wanting you since I laid eyes on you when you brought that goddamned lunch for him. Two years I've been wanting you. For two fucking years. And you still think I can't develop feelings for you?"

Jimin was astounded. Two years? He had no idea it was that long for Jungkook, the revelation making him feel confused and jumbled on the inside. He knew it wasn't his fault that Jungkook felt that one sided for years, even the attraction that he felt for him isn't his fault as well. But he also became responsible and took part of it when he continously had sex with him that Jungkook grew the feelings more.

Now whose fault was it? Was it his or Jungkook?

Or both?

"..do you really love me..?"

he mumbled under his breath, unable to gaze at Jungkook whose eyes were still focused on the road.

"If I don't then I won't be here telling how much I love you and offer daily that I'm willing to take you in, marry you even."

Call Jimin dumb, but his feelings are always the weakest part of him. He just told earlier that he wanted to get back with Taehyung and he'll be ready again to beg for forgiveness, fix their marriage and live happily with him again. But here he is being confused again with his own feelings, but now for Jungkook. Did he grew feelings for him too? He doesn't know now either, even his own emotions were bewildered.

"But Taehyung-I..i wanted to get back with Taehyung! I wanted him to forgive me, I-i..he's my home-"

"And if your home doesn't want you back what will you do?"

Jimin shut his mouth. The thought of Taehyung rejecting him for good sure hurt badly but he's right, what will he do after? He'll cry for sure, but will he ever be able to mourn for his broken marriage forever?

"See? I'm right. If your home doesn't want you back, then you'll go look for a new one sooner or later. And you know my doors are open for you."

Jimin didn't reply to him, the distress coming from his mixed emotions showing through him. Jungkook immediately noticed, bringing he car came into a halt, the two of them stopping into a road near the empty beach shores of Busan. It was afternoon and the orange clouds were visible from the mirrors, the sea sparkling for them reflection of the setting sun.

The scenery seemed to calm Jimin's nerves just by staring at it for a few minutes, the sparkling sea reflecting in his eyes.

"I made up my mind now, Jungkook."

Jungkook was a bit apprehensive on Jimin's answer, pursing the top of his thin lips before nodding to let him continue.

"I'm sorry. I don't think I can give you a chance.

Taehyung will always be my one and only home."

Stepping his shoes into the place was hard for Jimin.

After his talk with Jungkook and a few more days to ask a day off from Namjoon, then he proceeded his plan to see Taehyung again. He travelled for two and a half hours via bus, and long walks just to save his money so he can return back in Busan if things won't work well.

He was there, in front the house of Taehyung's grandmother in Geochang with his heart almost up to his throat. He had been there few times, especially when Taehyung was flaunting him over his caring grandmother and when Taehyung broke the news of their little marriage to her. Truthfully, he doesn't know if he was really residing in the place and all he has is the intuition from his gut feel that he'll be there.

Knowing Taehyung for long, he'll prefer the comfort of his grandmother more than the house of his strict parents in Daegu and he preferred her caring nature more than them. But Jimin was wondering, how will his grandmother ever react to what he did? Would she shut the door in front of his face? He was sure Taehyung would never keep a secret from her, especially it hurted his grandson so much.

He was hesitating to ring the doorbell, his hands shaking to press down the button. Should he really need to do that or he'll just go and message Taehyung to meet?

But he's already there and travelled for hours, wasting a chance is way too stupid to do.

He breathed deeply before pressing the doorbell once, feeling his heart almost drop on the put of his stomach when the door opened after few seconds. He managed to put on a smile when the old woman was the one who opened the gates for him, a wrinkly smile on her face adjusting the thick frame of her glasses to see better the figure in front of her.

"Hello, halmeoni. I haven't seen you for so long."

"Oh, Jiminnie is that you? Are you really the Jimin of my Taehyungie? Omo, Taehyungie! Jimin's here!"

Taehyung's grandmother gave him a welcoming hug, and even Jimin was internally confused why she's still giving him a warm welcome. He later heard two different barks, that suddenly ran into him and jumping over happiness seeing their daddy back.

"Chimmy! Yeontan! My babies!"

Two months of being away from them almost made him cry, he knelt down to level them and almost got smothered and his coat ripped from their sharp paws from the two but he never minded-he missed them so much.

"Chimmy, Yeontan get back here-..Jimin? Is that really you?"

Taehyung was standing in the door way, his eyes wide upon the sight of Jimin in front of their gate. Was that really him? Did he really came there for him? He can't hide it anymore and he ran to give his husband the tightest hug he could, burying his head on his neck while sobbing softly. He had missed Jimin's vanilla scent and the smell of his floral shampoo that he longed for two months without him. Jimin also melted into Taehyung's embrace, missing his warmth.

"Jimin-Jimin! I missed you so much..I-i..i don't know where you went, I-i called your friends at Seoul and your brother Jihyun at Busan, and said you weren't staying there! E-even him but he said he didn't knew where you went!"

It made Jimin's tears spill slowly from his cheeks, the thought of Taehyung did look for him after their separation made his chest flutter in a good way. He hadn't felt this way with anyone else, not even Jungkook. Even after everything, his heart would only beat with love just for Taehyung.

"I'm sorry if I didn't call or tell where I went..I really wanted to give you the space you deserved, I went to a place where you won't see me for long because I knew you still hate me after what I did. I-i'm still sorry about it Tae, believe me."

"I..i could..i could never hate you! I..i mean yes, I did so when I knew what happened, what you did to me. But I-i couldn't..i couldn't do that for long! You're my husband, my other half, my soulmate. I understood you made a mistake because I lack that aspect for a husband and only focused looking forward that I didn't looked at you. And..I already had my pay back on him, even if I got fired. I-i dont hate you anymore."

It felt surreal for Taehyung that Jimin was back in his arms, and everything wasn't in his imagination anymore. He thought he was going crazy the past month that he thought every man with the same height as Jimin was him, or the pillow beside his bed, even any purple hair he could see. He truly missed him, and he can't even put it into proper words.

"Are you sure you wanted to forgive me..?"

Taehyung nodded and pressed a kiss on his temples that made Jimin sobbed harder in his arms but not in sad manner anymore. Rather, he was overwhelmed that Taehyung had forgiven him and willing to give him a second chance to correct the mistakes that he made.

Jimin can truly say he was too lucky to have Taehyung and his forgiving heart, if anyone else could've been his husband he might be despised and divorce with just a snap of a finger without being redeemed. He wasn't even fitting to receive Taehyung's kindness either, but he was showering him one.

"I'll do my best to be the best husband to you, I..i already learned! I won't do the same mistake again, I promise, I'll earn your trust, I-i'll do anything!" Taehyung sprayed kisses around Jimin's face, kissing his tears away.

"I know, i know. We'll start again, sweetcakes. I already sold our home and the car at Seoul though..b-but I have the money kept. We can start again here at Geochang, I'll just need to earn a bit more to buy a proper home for us again."

Jimin tiptoed to reach the taller's lips to press their lips together briefly, before parting away with their foreheads pressed against each other.

"Anywhere with you is home, big or small house wouldn't matter.

You'll always be my home, Taehyungie."

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ITS DONEEEE. ITS DONNEEE! This is the last installment for the Netorare series! No smut, but just drama but hey! End game VMin because I cant bring myself to hurt Taehyung in this fic anymore. I want a happy ending for them. But I'm sorry for the Jikook endgame stans, it didn't happen :((( (but you guys got three smuts. its okay!) I thought of giving VMin their own smut, but depends on your reception in this one.

maybe ill make another series again for jikook/vmin/ vminkook. Something similar to netorare, like from another popular hentai trope. (eg. some step bro ((onii-chan))fic, or maybe some step dad fic. why not both? teacher-student?) or more if you guys can suggest me ones that are interesting for smut? (and a bit questionable too. but i wont do direct incest or straight up rape stuff, dubious maybe.)

So as the last one, I hope you enjoyed the netorare series! Lots of love (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ )