Jungkook's POV:

Three years.

It has been three years since my love left me.

And hell no. I'm not talking about Ara.

I'm talking about Y/n.

That day when I went back to the hospital, she was gone.

I looked for her almost everywhere. Everywhere she would possibly be. But I couldn't find her.

Even Lisa and Jieun noona didn't know where she was when I asked them. Though I had to get bashed out by them for a lot of times.

The next thing I know, Jieun noona has started her own and successful production company in USA, while her husband who went bankrupt because of Ara, started regretting the choices he did.

And then he went to prison, for a lifetime, as he was consuming and selling illegal drugs.

Lisa too, her companies' headquarters was relocated in LA, along with Jieun noona's. They both are like business partners.

I even hired some private detectives to find out about my wife's whereabouts, and even spies to keep an eye on Lisa and Jieun noona. I know it's wrong.

But I can't just sit on this freaking chair all day without looking for her.

Still, none of them seemed to work. I never heard from them after they moved out of Korea.

And when some people say that she must be dead, the person would be getting a nose job.

PS-I'm not joking.

I really do punch them on the face, I don't care if it's a woman or an old person. I just pull out their hair and beat the hell out of them.

No one dares to say that.

And when random people or employees try to flirt me, I get them fired the very next nanosecond.

Only my Y/n can flirt with me. Only she has the rights to come near me. The others should not even dare to look at me because I'm only hers.

I might be so stupid and selfish for saying all these things right now, after all the things that I've done to her.

But everyone deserves second chances, don't they?

Maybe I got a second chance and lost it already.

Once I find her, I'll never let her go.

I'll be loyal to her, that I promise with my life.

If she doesn't forgive, then she can yell at me, slap me, beat me up, chop my body into pieces for all I care. But I want to be where she is.

When she left me, that's when I realized, that I had grown emotionally attached to her. That my parents were attached to her. They thought her of the daughter they never had perhaps.

After that day in the hospital, they never talked with me. It has been three years since I last saw them.

It's no one else's fault. It's completely my fault, and I know that.

I know that this may sound unreal, but I'm miserable without her.

But I don't smoke or drink alcohol.

I just keep in mind that Y/n probably wouldn't be much happy about me smoking or drinking.

And now, here I am in the middle of the night, looking at our wedding album while sitting on the bed.

As much as I loved to look at her pictures, I also hated it.

The cold look on my face, the fake smile I showed to everyone.

I used to say that I have no regrets. But now, looking back at my life, I only wish that I had treated her better. And I miss her so much now.

I made decisions that I regret, and took them as learning experiences.

And the times I spent with Ara, I feel disgusted at myself for touching that bish like- Ugh! I don't even want to think about it. And I don't have to.

More than that, I don't regret the things I've done. I regret the things I didn't do when I had the chance.

There's always that one stupid mistake that changes everything. And Ara is that mistake. Or maybe it's me who made that mistake, and I'm the mistake.

You never know what you have until you lose it. And once you've lost it, you can never get it back.

But I believe that won't happen. At least, that's what I wish for.

Sighing, I took the wedding album and placed it in the suitcase and sat on the bed again, looking at my wedding ring.

"Does she still wear our wedding ring?" I mumbled to myself, and once again, my heart ached as I remembered the contract I forced her to sign on our wedding night.

But I already tore that paper to shreds and burnt it.

She's my wife. And she'll always be.

Sometimes, I'd just go and sleep in the kitchen. Because that's where I coerced her to sleep.

I'm shifting my business headquarters to LA, like Lisa and Jieun noona.

I had money to buy anything I want. But money could never buy me love. Y/n's love.

After the enormous development of my company, I decided to relocating the headquarters to LA where there are more opportunities, the place's economical status, financial benefits, and more.

I'd be leaving the country next morning, in my private jet.

When I talk to my parents, they just speak like they do with some business client, and I deserve that too.

But I'll try to change everything. I'll beg Y/n to at least stay near me, so that I could look into her eyes, in which I'd probably see hatred after everything I've done.

Still, I just want to be near her. Just a small sight of her every day, scratch that, every hour, no, every minute, scratch that too.

Just being near her every second would be enough.

Sleep with her. And no, I don't mean having sex with her. I want to embrace her in my arms as she sleeps.

I want her to be the first one I see as soon as I wake up, the last one I see before going to sleep. I want her voice to be the first and last I hear every day. And make love to her.

I just want to be with her, forever.

And I hope that it happens soon. I guess a little bit sooner.

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A/n: This chapter was typed by @keerthanasmr8.

Hey lovely readers! Still here? Reading my book? Good. By the way, whatever Jungkook wants, scratch that, NEEDS, will he get it? Maybe yeah, Maybe no.

This book was unplanned so might be a bit crazy. Please bear with your author. The next update after 25 votes!