*get your sad playlist ready for this one, it's going to make the experience much more worth it *

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"Cecile?", Song asks, hurt deeply by this revelation as Jungkook just nods his head.

"Why? What did she want?", Song asks, Jungkook looking at her, begging with his eyes to not let him tell her.

"S-she messaged me and asked if I would be willing to meet up with her. I didn't want to at first but she begged me and said that we needed to talk. At first I thought it was something about my father, but when I got to the house, she wore nothing but a robe...
I tried to get away but she quickly undid her robe and it was as if it put me in a trance. I'm so sorry, baby-", He says, tears in his eyes as he looks at Song's broken expression.

"Don't. Don't you dare call me that.", She says, turning around to face the sink.
"Did you have sex with her?", She asks, shortly, without any emotion in her voice.

He doesn't answer her.
She knows all too well what this means. They did.

"I want you out.", She says, her voice barely audible.
"What?", He asks, having heard her words, but hoping his ears decieved him.

"I said, I WANT YOU OUT OF MY HOUSE! NOW!", She screams at him, the tears rolling down her face at lighting speed.

"Song please, let me explain.", Jungkook pleads, falling to his knees infront of her.

"Please.", He mutters into her robe, as he cries, pleading over and over, almost like a mantra.

"What is there to explain, Jungkook?", Song asks, her tone soft and her mind numb. She feels tired. Despite having woken up no less than 20 minutes ago.

"Please, I can explain. Just don't make me leave. Please.", Jungkook asks her, the tears running across his face.

As she looks at his crying face, she slowly starts to feel sorry for him.
Maybe this was just a big misunderstanding.

Maybe he didn't mean it.
Maybe he still loves her.

NO.

If he did he wouldn't have slept with someone else, not to even mention his ex-bestfriend/his father's wife.

No, he brought this on himself. And he's going to pay the price for hurting her.

She's going to do what she should've done in her previous relationship years ago. She's going to walk away, not him.

"Just go, I can't look at you right now.", Song says, looking away from Jungkook's begging body.

"No, no I'm not going to go! We need to talk about this. We need to work this out!", He says, getting up, his hands on her shoulders.

"What is there to talk about, Jungkook?", She says as she takes his hands off of her, her arms instinctively going around her chest.

"I made a mistake. We've all made mistakes, please, just forgive me. I promise to never do it ever again. Please, I can't live without you.", Jungkook says, pleading to her for mercy.

"If you're not going to leave, then I am.", She says, walking away from him. Straight to her front door. She takes her keys and runs outside to her garage, where her car is parked.

She hears his heavy footsteps trailing behind her, his voice begging her to stay, but she shuts him out.

"Goodbye Jungkook.", She says as she gets in her car and speeds off.

Jungkook collapses onto his knees as he sobs.
If only she let him explain...

Song speeds aways, as if something's chasing her. She doesn't care. If she gets a ticket, then so be it. She's done giving any fucks anymore.

She just drives, not knowing where to exactly. Before long, she ends up at the cemetry.

She parks in the parking lot and as she's about to get out, she realises that she isn't wearing appropriate clothing.

She sighs and soon the sigh turns into a sob. She cries and cries, screaming to herself and cursing out Jungkook and the slut, Cecile, every chance she gets.

She only stops after a splitting headache hits her like a bus.

She feels like shit. Mind, body and soul.

How could he do this to her, after everything?
They're pregnant with twins for goodness sake!

How could he just go around fucking people he's hated for years?
That thought isn't fathomable to her and so she just decides to head home.

Not the home she shares with Jungkook.
Her childhood home.

Her drive to the mansion is short. Luckily for her, because if she were to think of Jungkook again, she would certainly start crying again.

She sighs in relief as she sees the gates of the mansion on the approach, and soon enough, she's at the big metal gates.

"Please let me in.", She says to the intercom, the security gaurd recognising her instantly.

She drives into the driveway and stops right infront of the house.

She gets out and soon enough the maids come running out to her, one holding a blanket and the other some slippers, as Song isn't wearing any shoes, a fact that she failed to notice until now.

"Miss Song, what happened? Why are you in your sleepwear?", The older maid, Marià, asks the girl she's helped raised for almost 15 years.

"It's a long story.", Song says, as the maids just nod, seeing that the girl wasn't going to spill everything at that moment.

"Why don't you sit down in your old bedroom, while I run you a nice, hot bubblebath? Then Mina can make you some sweet tea.", Marià says looking over to the other maid, a girl not much older that Sing herself.

"Yes, Songie, you rest and we'll take care of everything else.", Mina says, Song nodding, sniffing before wiping her nose with the back of her hand.

After a short wait, Marià enters the bedroom Song once lived in, informing her that her bath was ready.

"Hey, Marià? Is my father home? I really want to talk with him.", She asks, Marià shaking her head sadly, Song nodding at the answer.

"But I can let Sam go and get him. I'm sure he wouldn't mind.", Marià says, Song shaking his head.

"No, leave Bammie's driver. He has his own duties to forfull. I'll wait untill he gets home. Thank you, Marià.", Song says, taking her cup of sweet tea that Mina had brought a few minutes prior with her to the bathroom.

There she finds a big bathtub, filled with warm water and bubbles, the scent of lavender hanging in the air.

"I'll find you something to wear while you take your bath. After that I'll prepare you some breakfast.", Marià says, pulling closed the big white doors behind her.

Song sees the small coffee table next to the tub, also filled with sweet tea and she thinks to herself that Marià had probably instructed Mina to put a fresh pot for her to enjoy.

She puts down her cup and starts to strip her sleepware.

She slowly gets into the tub, the warm water feeling good on her skin. She sinks into the bubble filled water and breathes out a breath of relaxation.

Her tense body slowly unwinds as the water calms her, allowing her to think a little clearer. This doesn't help though, as the memory of the morning just plays in her head over and over again.

She feels the tears rolling down her cheeks but her expression is numb. Her mind is numb and her feelings are shattered.

How could she be so stupid?
How could she let him take her for a fool like this?
Why did he do it?

Isn't she good enough anymore?
Was she ever?
Is it because she's pregnant?
Because she's pregnant with twins?

Why would he do this?
To her?
To them?

As these thoughts muddle together in her mind, she picks up her cup, the piece of china accidentally slipping from her wet hand, shattering on the floor.

She looks at the broken pieces on the floor and somehow, she can relate.
She hears Marià asking if she is alright on the other side but she doesn't answer, because, she isn't.

No. She isn't alright.
Not in the slightest.

She lifts herself up from her lounging position and tries to pick up the pieces.

She accidentally cuts herself on a sharp edge and she lets the piece of glass fall, the shard shattering into smaller pieces than before.

She looks at her bleeding hand.
The pain feels numb.
At least in comparison with her emotional pain.

It's feels better.
She feels as if her hurt and anger dissipates with the blood dripping from her pale hand.

She reaches down towards the broken cup and picks up another shard, sitting back while holding it in her hands as the bubbles around her turn the lightest colour of pink as the blood escapes from her palm...

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Wow this got dark really fast.
I apologise for this, but this idea suddenly jumped in my head and I thought, why not?

So, I'm so sorry if this was triggering for any of you, I don't want any of my readers to feel like they want to self harm or hurt themselves.

Please, if you are struggling, either it be emotionally or maybe even physically, talk to your friends, parents, loved ones or anyone you trust with this.

They will do what is best for you and help you to recover.

I love all of you, my readers, dearly, and it would kill me if anything were to happen with any of you. So, if you feel like you have no one to talk to, please talk to me.

Even if we don't know each other, maybe it's best to talk to a party that isn't involved to get some perspective.

But either way, if you do wish to contact me privately, I will leave my details in the comments so feel free to talk to me❤❤❤

I love you all☆☆

~litchii♡