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"How long have you been here?" Jungkook asks, shoving the hotel room key into the tiny slot on the wall.

His hands fumble to place the Louis Vuitton duffle bag in his hands on the ground and he hurriedly removes a leather satchel from around his broad shoulders. As he passes it over his head, I see the  the ripple of smooth muscle underneath the thin t-shirt he's wearing.

"Ji Woo told me that you left..."

"Yes, I did." I say, taking on an aloof tone, "The music just wasn't, my taste.."

My ex raises his eyebrows skeptically with a little snort. Of course, the jerk was so full of himself that there's no way I couldn't have found his music anything less than a priceless work of art! 

It was, but that's beside the point. 

He doesn't have to know that I think that and hell would definitely freeze over before I ever admitted it to him.

Jungkook moves further into the room after freeing him self properly from his belongings. He is wearing a fresh set of clothes but his hair is still damp and wet after his performance.

I gulp, taking a step back from him. He's still standing a couple metres away from me at the entrance of his hotel room but I don't want him to come any closer.

I know this isn't the best place to confront my ex-husband but I want this to be private and over with quickly. As soon as I get him to sign the divorce papers, I'm out of here.

"Melanie..." his lips issue my name 

"Jungkook.." I reply, eyeing him beadily.

I motion to the papers on the desk at the mouth of the entryway. His eyes fall on them in recognition and he looks back at me with a pained expression.

"How did they even let you up to my room anyway?"

"I had to make use of my spousal privileges just one last time right?..." I answer coldly, examining my fingernails. 

"Melanie, let's just talk..."

"No!" I shout suddenly, surprising Jungkook and even myself a little, "You....you stay right there and sign those papers. I came to see you like you wanted. Now give me what I asked for in return: sign them!"

"Don't you want to know why I came back?"

He reaches out for me and I swerve away from his grasp.

A mirthless laugh rings out from my chest.

"To be honest Jungkook, I don't care."

"It's because I wanted to ask you to forgive me..." His tone drops to one that's deep, sincere.

"Forgive you?" my eyes practically bulge out of my head at this farcical notion.

"Actually," I pause for a second to think, "....I do forgive you. I forgave you a long time ago, 'love'."  

 My words seep bitterly from my lips, my voice mocking him and the term of endearment that we always used for each other. I can see the hurt in his eyes at that. 

A part of me can't help but feel a refreshing wave of victory wash over me. 

Yes, I wanted him to feel bad and stupid and hopeless..... just like I'd felt for a very long time!

"Melanie, do we really have to be like this to each other? What happened....i-it was never my intention. Things just changed so suddenly and I had to do what I had to do...."

What was he even talking about?

This wasn't good enough. 

"Jungkook, you humiliated me, you hurt me. You abandoned me when you promised that you would always be there and then you went on to show no regard, whatsoever for my feelings! I can't just brush all this under the rug and pretend like it never happened."

"I'm not asking you to do that."

"Then what are you asking?"

"I'm just asking for a second chance.."

This man must take me for a fool.  

I make haste towards the papers on the desk and quickly find a hotel pen next to a little box of complementary chocolates. I'm so upset right now, my mind considers actually eating one for a second before I shake my head to clear it.

"I'll forgive you, Jungkook but I will never forget what you did to me." I hold the pen out to him again just like I did a couple days ago at the shoot. I'm really hoping that this time he will just take it and put me out of my misery. I hate doing this, standing here alone in front of him, a woman scorned. And now I have to beg him to set me free from the last remaining binds that tether me to the pain of the past. 

Jungkook had done well for himself, fulfilled his dreams and so had I. It was time to properly go our separate ways and get on with our lives.

I didn't want the drama. I wanted to be happy, I want a home and maybe even, kids. 

I used to want that with the man standing in front of me but things don't always turn out the way we planned.

I'm sure there is still hope for me.

What Eric and I have isn't the same as the love I had with Jungkook but he's honest and he cares about me.  

I gesture the pen into Jungkook's chest in impatience, "I want you out of my life.... for good  this time. Sign those papers and let me go.."

Shock thrills through me when Jungkook curls his fingers around my hand that's holding the outstretched pen. His touch sends a seismic sensation through my nervous system, rooting me to the spot and taking my breath away.

"I'm so sorry, Melanie." Jungkook's eyes are so sad as he whispers to me.

My heart aches and I'm unravelling. I know it.

"Well," I gulp, "Sorry just isn't gonna cut it!"

My immediate reflex is to turn what I'm feeling into anger. 

Pulling my hand out of his and prodding at his chest forcefully, Jungkook stumbles back in surprise. 

The mild terror and disappointment in his eyes makes me let out a satisfied croak of dry laughter.

 Sheer impulse rushes through my veins and before I know what is happening, I've done something..... horrifying.

My palm stings from the contact and I stare down at my open hand feeling stupefied by my action.

The tiny devil on my shoulder cheers internally for the lost girl standing there in an ivory Vera Wang mermaid gown. There's an empty space next to Ji Woo where Jungkook should be waiting. With wet eyes, she searches in the crowd madly and still, his face is no where to be seen. 

Her eyes fly to the doorway at the other end of the isle but there's no one behind her. She feels feint as she clings to her father -in- law's arm for support. The eyes of the congregation look back at her entrance with worry and pity etched into their faces. 

Jungkook winces in pain, holding his hands up to cup his face.

"I deserve that." he shakes his head slowly in agreement. Holding his hand to his cheek, there's a plume of redness staining the area.

I'm breathing hard now. Remorse and regret are quickly swallowed  up by my temper which has been ignited from dealing out, just that one slap to his face. 

I need more. I need to hurt him like he hurt me.

Jungkook doesn't do much to try and shield himself from the rain of blows that I plough down on his chest, back and just about wherever I can reach. 

I let go of two years of pent up resentment on the man I used to love. 

What bothers me the most is that it probably doesn't even hurt him one bit. 

I pant and growl as my arms fly wildly through the air but my hands are only small and Jungkook is built like an oxen. His muscles hard like stone, send my punches bouncing back. 

I'm doing more harm to myself than to him by hitting him. My wrists are sore and I shake it off briefly before going back in to continue my fruitless efforts to make even a small dent in this formidable, iron man.

Finally, Jungkook grows weary of my insipid assault and takes a firm hold of both my wrists, pushing them roughly over my head and pressing me against the wall.

His chest pushes up against the fullness of my breasts as he pulls my wrists tighter together and away from him. 

Surprise sends me reeling in fright as his lips come crashing down on top of mine.

"I'm sorry, Melanie. I'm sorry... for everything... all the hurt I've caused you. I'm sorry." 

A-are those....tears?

They slip down his cheeks and seep past my own lips and into our open mouths. He parts his briefly, his breath hot on my skin before swooping in to kiss me again. 

The salty taste is intoxicating as our tongues writhe together thoughtlessly.

This has to be one of the top most misguided decisions that I've ever made but, he tastes gloriously sweet. Just like I remember. 

The softness of his kiss slowly paints a soothing balm over my deep and festering wounds of heartbreak.

The balm won't heal them but it eases the pain, for now.

I try to move, but it feels as if my body is being held down by invisible threads.

The soft curls of his dark hair brush under my chin as Jungkook's head dips lower on my chest. 

He pulls my top down, effortlessly undoing the clasp at my back.

I gasp loudly at the feeling of his tongue. Long, soft and wet, as it curls and flicks slowly over each nipple. 

My fingers find themselves lost in those dark locks now. 

Their silken threads sliding between my fingers as I squirm around in pleasure, trapped in my ex's arms. 

They pin me down in place when we move from the wall to the bed, fastening my shuddering figure to the mattress.

Jungkook traces the sticky skin of my neck, shoulders and chest with his soft kisses. 

I could push him off, straighten up, walk out. But I don't. 

Instead, I hike my skirt up around my waist letting him pull my pantyhose and underwear off. His fingers are cold as he does so and I whine a little when he undoes his zipper and presses himself at my entrance. 

Jungkook looks down at me, his eyes glassy, indistinct. I turn my head away from him. I couldn't believe I was doing this but I couldn't stop. 

His skin brushes my face and my throat is hot as his lips tickle my ear.

"I am going to fuck you, Melanie." he tells me in a hoarse whisper. 

The magic of his seduction distorts my reasoning beyond recognition.

I think I might faint as he enters me, slowly at first, only pushing in the very tip of his cock.

His movements simmer like hot molasses and are gentle but deliberate.  

I moan, shaking like a leaf as he fills me right up finally and my walls tighten hungrily around his length.

We move together in a vivacious dance, rocking to the melody of our ragged breaths and cries of pleasure.

His passion fills me up, harsh and hungry as he thrusts into me over and over again sending my mind into a deep chasm of ecstasy. He always did know how to love me right. He's the only one that ever could.

I wished I could stay here forever but Jungkook works my body to sweet exhaustion. My legs quiver weakly and my vision goes blank as I clench and spasm around him, my walls tightening greedily around his thickness. Letting go a hoarse cry, I throw my head back in sheer bliss as my lover finally brings me to my pinnacle.

Jungkook's breathing and movements all become staggered now and the smooth muscles all over his body tense at once.

"Fuck!" Jungkook growls into my neck.

I claw at his back when I feel Jungkook's body jerk suddenly, shuddering as the blurry warmth of his climax spurned deep inside of me. 

He rolls off on his side and I lay there feeling ashamed, aching, confused.

He kisses me on the cheek, a quick good-night kiss and I close my eyes wearily. 

I had failed my conscience, failed myself. 

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