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Its a typical busy day at the head office.

A thick blanket of clouds hangs drearily above the New York skyline. 

I survey the grey October morning from the window of my high-rise domain while taking another tentative sip of freshly brewed coffee. 

A sigh of gratitude escapes my parted lips when I feel the buzz of caffeine dispersing through my veins. 

My schedule is jam packed for the entire week so I'll need all the energy I can get to help me through this Monday to begin with. It didn't help that I hardly got any sleep after the nightmare of a weekend I'd had. 

Being the CEO of my own PR company and Editor in Chief of the city's most popular, up and coming lifestyle magazine was a tough job.

One that required me to rise at 5am every morning, work out, walk the dog, meditate and still make it to the office looking immaculate by 7.30 am sharp!

Some people call me 'OCD', 'anal', too 'straight laced', 'a stick in the mud'- you get the idea.

But I like to describe myself as 'focussed'. That's the only way to ever really get things done! 

And besides, once you've tried it, I've never ever heard a bad thing from anyone about anal.

Seeing my ex, Jungkook at Ji Woo's engagement party on Saturday night left me throughly shaken, I had to admit. 

He looked as good as I'd ever seen him. He'd grown up a lot in the space of two years. His jaw more chiseled, shoulders broader, standing taller. It was only from across a crowded room but even from that distance, I noticed. 

He'd changed. No longer the innocent 23 year old that asked me if I'd spend the rest of my life with him. His innocent bunny smile quivering at its corners in wait of my answer. I said yes. There was no other response I could possibly think of, no doubt in my mind.

He disappeared from my life for two years without a word save for a pathetic email he sent me two days after the wedding saying that he never meant to hurt me and some other careless vitriol that I didn't bother reading in its entirety. 

I deleted the email along with any regard I held for him, completely out of my life and since then I've never looked back.

Days, weeks and months passed. Sure, I wondered for a while if I should pick up the phone and ask him where we went wrong, beg him to take me back and try to work things out. But my pride was much too strong for that. He was the one who had hurt and embarrassed me.

He should've been the one to call, not me. 

It took a long time for my longing for things to go back to the way they were to disappear. Until I replaced that longing with my drive for success which led me to where I am today. 

"Kookie?" I call out. my eyes raked the darkness of the living room. 

Its the middle of the night and the house lay silent. Ji Woo and I fell asleep after studying all night for our Literature finals. I woke up suddenly and couldn't go back to sleep. Not after I saw how hurt Jungkook looked when he walked in on us in the kitchen earlier that day. His jet black hair stuck to his forehead and basketball shirt soaked through at the neckline. He'd dropped his gym bag in surprise when he saw Ji Woo's lips on mine and the pair of us pulled apart suddenly at his presence on entering the room. It wasn't what it looked like. Ji Woo being more the nerdy type of the two brothers had never kissed a girl properly in spite of being the older one. Tomorrow night would be his first date and I wanted to help my friend out. Ji Woo had told me about Jungkook's crush on me and I laughed it off with Ji Woo but the truth was that I also had a crush on him too. We were three years apart and I was embarrassed to admit that I liked him. He was only 17 almost 18 and I was turning 21 in the fall. Jungkook was in our same class in College. Very advanced both in sport and academics, he was their family's golden child.

Jungkook wasn't in his room when I went to check on him and this room was empty too. Their parents weren't home. They were away on a business trip as usual. In some ways Ji Woo always seemed to play the father figure role around the house and took care of himself, his younger brother and little sister, Hye-rin too.

I had given up on my search for Jungkook and began heading back to Ji Woo's room. Navigating down the dark hallway, my face bumped straight into something firm yet soft.  

Rubbing my forehead, I realise as his voice floats out to me, soft and deep in the still darkness that it's Jungkook. My breath catches!

"Jungkook!"

"Melanie?"

"Kookie, I...." I'm flustered and lost for words. My face is still semi- smooshed against his warm chest and my fingers graze his sides trying to steady myself on my feet.

He laughs a gentle laugh.

"Were you looking for me, noona?" he asks. His voice sounds a little sad. I want to run my fingers over the planes of his strong, well-defined chest as I gaze into his sparkling dark orbs in the darkness. But I can't. Everything is still except the sound of our breathing as he looks down at me. Thank God its dark so he won't see I'm blushing.

"Yes, I was just worried.."

"Worried about me?"

"I- you know what? Its nothing. I'm sorry if I woke you," I begin to regret even coming out here. What was I thinking? This was my best friend's little brother. Even if he did have a crush on me that's normal for guys that age. I shouldn't just entertain his feelings like that because they might soon pass. It was just a phase he was going through.

I turn to walk away when he grabs my wrist and I'm shocked but not surprised by the strength of his grip on me.

"Noona, wait!"

He spins me around to face him.

"Why did you do it, Noona? Why did you kiss him when you know that I like you?"

"You...?"

"Don't act like you don't know it, Melanie. I know you do. I've seen you watching me, watching you. I know that you can feel my eyes on you whenever you're here hanging out with Ji Woo. So tell me. Why did you kiss him?"

"Jungkook, I'm sorry? Well we weren't....It's not...mmmmf!" I can't speak. His mouth covers mine, taking my breath away.

The kiss is open mouthed and messy. Our tongues tangle together passionately in a heated kiss, his fighting mine for dominance and in the end I let him win as he guides my head to the side, deepening the kiss even further. The dams of our emotions finally breaking free from their restraints. 

Jungkook presses me hard against the wall, pulling apart for a moment only to ask, "Does he kiss you better than me, noona? Because I bet I can do better. A whole lot better in fact."

He huffs and he hoists me into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist and I cling to his shoulders, still in shock. My mouth still wet and throbbing from the roughness of our kiss. 

"Jungkook, no Ji Woo and I are friends!"

"Good. Because we're gonna be more than friends, noona." he breathes out before licking his lips slowly and claiming mine again as he walks us backward, turning the corner and entering the open door of his bedroom.

He lays me down on the bed. My chest is heaving. I feel like I'm in a trance as the ambience is distilled by his quiet authority. Jungkook was young but his ability to read my body and my breath, as his mouth worshipped every inch of me, sparked a sensual lingering so intense in the moment that left me vulnerable and ready to fulfil his every desire.

He raises himself off of me slightly to tug my pants down my legs as he breathed into my neck.

"Is this okay, noona? Please say you want this as much as I do..." he mutters, trailing wet kisses down my neck to my chest. 

I'm hyperventilating with need at this point. Beside myself with wonderment at my sweet, innocent Jungkook who was now sending my body into a frenzy.

I nod my head  in consent and he pushes into me. Slipping himself in and out of my heat with blissful ease because of how wet I am for him and filling me up just right.

We made love for the first time that night and it was, perfect.

Jungkook's arms are draped around my naked, sweaty body. The bedding tossed haphazardly, only covering our modesty as he rubs tiny circles, softly into my back. 

I sigh looking at him. Wondering what we've done? Wondering what on earth we were going to do?

"Kookie, what will people think?" I ask worriedly, "What will we tell people?"

Jungkook rubs my face gently, tracing the curve of my cheek and I close my eyes.

"I'm sure they will think, how lucky I am because you are absolutely beautiful.... and I will tell them, that I love you, Melanie! Because I do. I always have," my heart raced. 

I feel as though its going to burst from the seed of love that Jungkook planted there that night as it began its bloom. There was nothing that could ever be done to keep us apart from then on. 

Or so I thought.

"Good morning, welcome to Prestige Press!.." I hear my receptionist titter cheerily to someone approaching from the outside.

I quickly glance at the clock.

My mind has drifted off again and I quickly swallow the tears. I chastise my farty brain. Its been doing this all weekend since I saw that clown! 

'Stupid memories!'

"Oh, that's right," I think out loud. I do have a 9 o'clock.

I stand up, smoothing out the skirt of my dress to greet my first client. When the door opens, my mouth falls open in greeting but shuts wordlessly in shock instead.

"Suprised to see me, Love?" Jungkook asks.

He's strides in with a tall and confident gate. His aura is powerful, it takes command of the atmosphere in the room and my stomach turns at the hint of arrogance that I can sense coming from him.

This isn't my Kookie. This isn't the same man that I promised to give the rest of my life to. 

The demon in all black greets me with a wretchedly handsome smirk of his sumptuous, pink lips. 

His familiarly dark gaze finds my bemused one as there is now something foreign about it but I'm not sure what.

A lot of things happen with the passing of time.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I hiss through gritted teeth and his smirk broadens into an even wider smile.

"I thought you'd be happy to see me. We never really got a chance to talk at the engagement party, Mel. I saw you for a brief moment and then you were gone.."

"First of all, don't fucking call me that and second," I walk as quickly as the tight, knee length body-con dress that I'm wearing will allow me, around my desk and stride towards the door to show him out, "We have nothing to talk about!"

Jungkook makes a dash for the exit, holding the door shut before I can even get to it, blocking my path.

"We need to talk Melanie." he affirms, all playfulness gone from his tone now and I glare at him angrily, not wanting to show the fierce emotion that burned in me at the sight of him standing before me. 

It pained me to remember the initial flicker of elation that sparked within me as I first laid eyes on him when he walked through that door. 

It hurt like hell to fight the urge to throw my arms around his neck, run my fingers through his luscious dark locks that had now grown so long and fell sexily into his eyes while pressing my heated lips to his. 

I want him. I miss him.

I hate him!

"Jungkook, will you just get out? I have a meeting." I say, trying to keep my breathing steady and my voice low enough to not draw attention to our exchange inside. 

My eyes survey him and my breath hitches at the way the expensive fabric of his trousers strains against the muscled definition of his thighs that I know are toned and hard underneath.

Well he evidently hadn't given up on working out anyway, just our relationship!

"I just want to talk to my wife," he answers. I feel myself nearly wanting to go feral!

"Your wife? You sure have some nerve Jungkook!" I splutter, "You didn't even try to reach out and apologize in the two years since you walked out on me and now you're here expecting a heroes welcome?"

I prod the side of his temple with my index finger.

"Are you well?" I ask him my face twisted in disgust.

His warm hands take a hold of my wrist, bringing it back down to my side. Jungkook steadies his gaze on me, before smoothing his palms down to the fullness of my hips before I can even realize what is going on.

I grip his wrists now, shoving his hands off of me roughly and make for the doorknob again but he catches my hand.

I'm getting tired of this game.

"We are still married Melanie. At least on paper anyway, so you're still mine, remember?"

I let out a mirthless laugh at his lack of shame.

We are separated now Jungkook and I've sent the divorce papers to your agency a thousand times. You won't sign them. You don't want me but you don't want to give me a divorce either! What the hell is wrong with you?" I sneer.

"We can work through all of that, just meet me!"

"No. I want nothing to do with you. Have your lawyer contact mine."

His smug expression wavers for a moment and I can see as his eyes search mine for some break in my resolve, that he is desperate in his request for my time but I can care less.

I feel happy to see him disappointed at my refusal of his invitation.

He leans his weight off of the door that was keeping it shut and stuffs his hand in the pocket of his trousers to withdraw a card. 

"Just tell me that you'll think about it Melanie..." he says, placing the card in my hand and curling my fingers around the cardboard for me to keep a hold of it. 

I shiver at the touch of his hands holding mine and look down. Careful to keep my head bowed so I don't have to look at him. 

I silently open the door with out answering.

"Please leave, Jungkook. You've had no problem doing it before.."

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