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".......and this is the last time I'm warning you!"

I've been ranting in the same spot for the last twenty minutes.

The heat of emotion still theming through every inch of my body. I've just finished my well rehearsed dialogue which contained a balanced mixture of reasoning and threats and now I'm shaking with anger by the end of it. 

I feel like nothing I've said has gotten through that thick, stubborn skull of his. What makes it worse is the glib smile that he so annoyingly offers whilst staring up at me through a fringe of long, dark eye lashes.

"Are you even listening to a word I'm saying?" I ask feeling utterly perturbed by the lack of a satisfactory response I'm getting. 

I thought I was making myself pretty clear here.

Oh no. Instead of him humbly accepting the pen that I have held outstretched for him to take. He does anything but make a move to sign these God-damned papers.

I close my fingers tightly around the fountain pen and stifle thoughts of how I can better use it right now.

His eyes rove my figure standing before him, taking me in from head to toe. They linger greedily on my bare legs and I immediately re-assess my decision to go for a ruffled mini dress today rather than a solid power suit.

Pants.

Next time, wear fucking pants!

He rolls his head to the side, eyelids hooded in sarcasm.

"Are you done, Melanie?"

"Yes, I am done ! Especially with you and your bullshit!"

He rolls his head to the other side and he breathes out a soft laugh.

A thread of humiliation runs through me but I keep my countenance stony. 

I mean, hasn't he done enough already? Why mock me this like this too after all that's happened?

The envelope in my other hand falls loose from my grip and the contents shift and float out of the opening onto the photo background where Jungkook is sitting. 

Turning on my heel, I decide to make my exit. i have nothing more to say to him.

My back stiffens at the sound of his voice.

I do my best to blank out the stupid request that he calls after me as I walk out of the studio.

He must be dreaming.

                                                            ***

I'm late for my date.

Its a lunch date but still a date none-the-less.

I was really getting to like this guy Eric before seeing Jungkook at the wedding but since then, I've been preoccupied. 

He probably thinks I've been ignoring him and I'm hoping that today will fix things between us.

"Hi!" I smile, lowering myself into a seat at the table across from him. 

The bright surroundings of the elegant restaurant we're in fits as the perfect background to his dazzling appearance. 

Two flawless rows of pearly white teeth flash in my direction and I blush. He takes my hand, wrapping his fingers gently around mine and rubbing his thumb over them.

The waitress comes over and fills our glasses with water. 

I'm so busy giving him bedroom eyes that I don't even hear him make my order for me and himself without even asking. 

When she walks away, I stare after her, my mouth slightly agape.

"I didn't get a chance to order..."

"I know what you like, Melanie. It's alright. I ordered for you."

"Well do you now?" I cut him a smirk, shaking the napkin out over my lap and taking a sip of water from the glass.

He smiles in return. 

"We have so much to talk about..." he's eye-fucking me from his seat now and I shamelessly do the same.

The servers return with two plates of brunch and I grimace subtly at the eggs-Benedict on toast in front of me accompanied by sliced avocado.

Okay. Eric does not know what I like to eat but he is good at eating me out so I do my best not to over-react.

Just then, his forehead wrinkles noticably as he stares over my shoulder.

I glance around wildly, not really looking at anything.

"Is there something wrong?" I ask.

"No its just this guy..."

"What guy?" 

"The dude, sitting over there! He hasn't taken his eyes off of our table since you arrived."

I turn around slowly, dread creeping up my spine.

This isn't happening.

Jungkook pushes his chair back and strides confidently towards us on queue as I turn around.

He boldly fills the empty seat next to me and casually tosses his arm over the back of my chair.

"W-what are you doing Jungkook! Are you following me?"

"Something like that..." he toys with his cuticles, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek.

He turns away from his hand and leans in, lips brushing lightly against my neck.

"I'm really disappointed, love." Jungkook whispers, "I thought this outfit was for me..."

He plays with the ruffle of my skirt.

His tongue drags slowly over his lips, leaving them wet and his eyes rove my bare legs under the table. 

Jungkook always did have a thing for my thighs. We had that attraction for each other in common.

Eric clears his throat, loudly.

My eyes meet Eric's apologetically. 

"Jungkook, you should go.." I give him a slight push which doesn't make him budge an inch.

Laughing nervously, I turn back to Eric. His face is filled with puzzlement and I feel so sorry. What type of situation was this?

Jungkook reaches his hand over the table to Eric, "Jeon Jungkook. Nice to meet you."

Eric takes it in a confused, slow handshake.

"Eric Sunderland....and you are?" 

Jungkook's face lights up in a delighted grin.

"Well, I'm her husband..."

"Jungkook, get out!" I shout, completely losing my place. I don't care who's watching.

The dark haired man next to me looks back into my eyes with shock and false ignorance.

"Melanie..." 

"Jungkook, leave or I will!"

He holds his seat, unmoving. Defiance blazing in the depths of his hot, espresso gaze.

"Alright then," I gather my purse hurriedly and both men rise to their feet. Eric looks flustered.

"I'm so sorry, Eric. I'll explain later, I promise."

Taking my things, I turn to leave. Jungkook grips my wrist to stop me and I've had it!

"What do you want from me?" both pairs of eyes are shaking as our stares burn into each other.

"Melanie....I.....will you at least come to see me tomorrow? That's all I ask. Then we can talk about the papers."

My lips tighten into a thin line and tugging my arm out of his grasp, I walk out on Jungkook for the second time today.

Feels good to do the walking out on him for a change.

                                                ***

"So you're defending him?"

Ji Woo gives me a bemused look over his shoulder as I follow him into the garden.

We sit down around a wrought iron table and I can see his fiancée Alyssa swanning around the kitchen inside. She's making us a cup of her hippie tea and I chuckle to myself at the sight of her. She was such a sweet girl. A little spacey but harmless, kind and fun. I'm delighted that he's found someone so good for him.

"All I'm saying is that Jungkook is my brother..."

"No shit, sherlock!" 

"And! That means that I know him better than most people." I stare at Ji Woo feeling incredibly offended!

"Who's side are you on, anyway?" I ask, shooting him a dark look.

"Yours, Melanie! Always yours but...."

"But what?"

"Jungkook might have his short-comings but he's one of the most rational people to ever walk this planet. Nothing he does ever happens without an immense thought process going on before he can actually act on it."

Alyssa emerges onto the patio carrying a crystal tray full of mis-matched teacups.

"Can you guys speak English for once?" she says, setting it down.

"Honey," Ji Woo looks at Alyssa and then shifts his gaze to me, "Mel, there's always a reason for everything. That's all I'm saying."

"You can justify what your brother did all you want but I'm not buying it."

"I'm not justifying anything. I'm just telling you to hear him out. Try and give into his petty little request and then most likely you'll get what you want." 

I cross my arms over my chest, rolling my eyes. 

"If anything, he's just trying to have one last hoorah before signing the papers like you want him to. We all know how much Jungkook likes to win."

The know-it-all look on Ji Woo's face makes my stomach turn. 

I let out a irritated huff before taking another sip of Alyssa's home-made herbal blend. Despite the warm, woody and fruity flavours that flood my taste-buds, I frown into my cup.

Its the taste of swallowing Ji Woo's proposition that goes down bitterly.

"Ok. I'll do it. I'll go."

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