Pushing those thoughts aside, she looked at their son.

"We should call them," she said.

"Nah, give them some more time. Believe me, we'll want the peace later, and they will just fall asleep," Jungkook said. "It's all cold food. They're not missing much by waiting."

"You think of everything," Y/n said.

"Of course." He winked at her, snagging a sandwich. She'd made cheese and pickles, which she vaguely remembered were his favorite. "Taehyung, tell me about yourself."

"What's there to tell?" Taehyung asked.

"You're a single dad. There has to be a story there."

"My wife cheated on me with a bunch of men, put Billy's life in danger, and I won sole custody."

"Wow, I'm so sorry, man. I couldn't imagine what you've been through," Jungkook said.

Was he lying or being genuine? She had no idea which it was.

"I've got to say I'm shocked you're here," Taehyung said. "Y/n says you're always so busy with work."

"That's what you get for owning a company in the city."

"What do you do?"

She drowned out the usual conversation of what Jungkook did for a living. His company helped to expand businesses for a percentage of the profit. He had several different parts to his company from advertising to management and advice and other things.

He helped smaller companies thrive. She didn't know why he wanted a place on her father's board. He dealt in modern media and technology. He'd expanded the company from the small one his grandfather had built.

Neither she, nor Mary, nor Alice had a knack for the kind of work he wanted, and each of them at the age of eighteen had done one year to see if anything appealed to them, and they didn't have what it took. She knew her father was concerned about what would happen to the company when he was gone.

Again, this was too dark a thought for her to even consider right now. She had to think of the positive. Nothing else mattered right now.

"We're going to be having another baby."

Now she tuned back in. "What?"

Jungkook smiled down at her. "Taehyung asked why we didn't have more kids. Jae eon's been telling him how he'd love to have a brother or sister, and well, I don't like to disappoint our son in anything. With work, I've been pulled away, and Jae eon I conceived on our wedding night. I'm a traditionalist. We're finally at a place in our life where we can think about the future. Have a big happy family."

Before she could stop him, he kissed her right in front of Taehyung, and it wasn't a slow, sweet, gentle kiss. No, this one made sure the other man knew who she belonged to, and there was no way for her to pull away or stop him.

Part of her didn't want him to stop.

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Y/n owned absolutely nothing that would help their evening go by a little sweeter. Jungkook made a note to purchase some beer and wine so he could at least handle nights like tonight a little better.

Taehyung had gotten the hint quite quickly, and it had also helped that as Y/n was busy unloading the trunk, he'd set him aside and let him know without a shadow of a doubt, he had no chance with Y/n. She was his, and well, he didn't share.

He wasn't kidding with his plans, and he intended to play them out.

Closing the fridge, he stared at the stove. He'd watched her make herself a hot chocolate just last night, and there was no way he'd be able to recreate it.

"How hard could hot chocolate be?"

He poured a bunch of milk into a saucepan and found some chocolate in a tub. It was powdered stuff, and he gave it a sniff, turning away from the stove to sneeze.

Reading the side of the packet, he couldn't figure out how much milk he used.

He grabbed a metal whisk and began to sprinkle the powder in, and whisking. "How the hell am I supposed to know when it's done?"

He looked at the tub again, only to sprinkle more powder into the pan.

"Okay, I'm certainly going crazy right now."

"Crazy? I can give you crazy, mister," Y/n said. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Making hot chocolate."

"You're using a metal whisk on my non-stick pan." She rushed toward him and quickly pulled the pan away, spilling milk over the sides and onto the stove. She turned off the gas and looked at the chocolate. "You used half of this already."

"I put in a lot of milk."

"Stop, just stop. This ... is horrible. What did you do?"

"I did what I had to do to make it nice and yummy."

"This isn't nice and yummy." She took a deep breath. "What the hell was today?"

Jungkook smirked. "I'm making you a hot chocolate because you've been stressed and I thought this would help you to relax."

"I'm not talking about the hot chocolate, Jungkook . I'm talking about the picnic with Taehyung. The whole 'we're trying for another baby' thing. What about that?"

"What's wrong with me saying the truth?"

"We're not having any more kids. It's not happening. The whole point of me wanting a divorce is everything else means nothing. You and I, we're never going to be together like that. Never, ever. You've got to realize that." She folded her arms across her chest. "Why do you want to ruin my life?"

"I'm not trying to ruin your life. I'm simply stating a fact. Taehyung, you think he's coming around here because you've both got two sons and can play happy families as a friend. Please, that guy wanted one thing and one thing only."

"You're joking, right? Taehyung is nothing like that."

"You're not the best judge of character."

"And you are? You married me, Y/n. I got you to believe whatever I wanted you to. You think I'm the only guy like that out there? Don't be a fucking idiot. He wanted to fuck you. That's what he wanted. From what I heard today, he'd gladly have a nice warm body to warm his bed and good little wife to keep his kid happy. He wants a wife and mommy, and guess what, you fit the bill perfectly."

"You think no one would want to be around me just for me? Am I that boring, is that what you're saying?" she asked, folding her arms across her chest.

"No, what I'm saying right now is you give some men way too much credit. I'm not denying there's a guy out there who wouldn't want to hang out with you. They'd be crazy not to want to. Believe me, I get it. I don't want to upset you, but it's the truth."

She closed her eyes, and he stepped toward her. The moment he touched her, she tried to pull away.

"I'm not going to hurt you."

"I don't want to go through this again with you. Do you think this is easy for me, having you close?" She opened her eyes, and tears filled them. He didn't want her to fucking cry. This wasn't what this was about, and yet, here she stood, close to tears, and he felt like a fucking monster.

"Don't cry."

"I can't help it. This isn't what I want to do, but ... you never loved me, Jungkook. All of our time together was a plot for you to get what you wanted. Me walking away didn't have any effect on you at all. It meant nothing to you, just like I mean nothing to you. But I loved you. It wasn't a stupid crush either. I really loved you. I fell head over heels for you and walking away, I felt broken inside. You have no idea how long it has been to get over you. Where I can think about you and not cry. Randomly bursting into tears over a damn newspaper. I finally fell out of love with you, but having you here, saying the things I always wanted, it's hard. I don't want to be broken by you again. I'm asking you nicely, let me have the divorce because I don't know how much more of this I can take."

She stepped back, and he watched her leave. At the doorway, she stopped. "You need to throw the saucepan away. You can never use metal on a non-stick pan. It scratches the surface."

She left the room, and he waited for several minutes before pouring the dark milk away. He'd put way too much hot chocolate in, and well, she wasn't wrong. He saw the scratches on the bottom of the pan. Tossing it into the trash, he made his way upstairs, after making sure every door and window was locked.

He took a quick shower, returned to his room to change, and then checked on Jae eon. His son was fast asleep. He still had a nightlight to help him with the dark, and Jungkook leaned against the doorframe, watching his son sleep.

He looked so peaceful.

When he came to him on the weekends, he would often sit for hours watching him sleep. He missed this boy so much throughout the week.

Pulling the door a little, but not fully closed, he stopped at Y/n's door. Again, it was closed as she always wanted to hear from and be available to Jae eon.

He waited and knew he should go back to his own room.

This wasn't about hurting her.

Far from it.

Opening the door, he saw she wasn't ready. The lights were all turned off, and she was curled up, facing the wall.

There was a nice big spot of bed open, just for him. Well, it wasn't for him, but he was going to forget about that tiny little detail.

As he climbed into the bed, she let out a gasp.

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