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CHAPTER TWO

After Hwan and his wife left the house, Aera turned to Jungkook. She gave him a tired look. "I hope you're happy after humiliating me in front of my parents?" She crossed her arms on her chest and glared at the poor male. 

Jungkook sighed. "Aera, please don't create a fuss over it." He mumbled in a low voice. Perhaps Aera was deaf to his pleadings, or it was her nature. She walked up to him. 

"After what you did today, you still dare to talk back," Aera said in a surprised tone. She chuckled bitterly at the man. "We are not over the discussion yet."

"What discussion?" Jungkook furrowed his brows. Aera pointed her index finger at him, then at the couch. Jungkook inhaled a sharp breath. 

"Aera, please leave me alone. I am exhausted." 

"We are not over the discussion, dear hubby," Aera smiled at Jungkook. "Did you hear my dad? He wants a grandchild. Do you have any plans for it? Or you want to focus on your priority aka your work!" 

"We had the discussion before. You said you were not ready for a child. You wanted to focus on your career." Jungkook acknowledged her words from the past. 

"That was in the past, Jungkook. You asked for a child after our marriage. I was struggling with my career then." 

"And I am focusing on my career now," Jungkook said nonchalantly. "I'm sorry, Aera. But we must work on our relationship before bringing an innocent soul into the world." Jungkook sighed and walked to the front door. He grabbed the car keys and walked out of the house. 

"Where are you going?" Aera yelled from the back, but he didn't reply to her. Jungkook got into the car and drove away. Away from the house, Away from his toxic wife. 

.....

I was sitting on my bed, quietly watching a movie. It wasn't until my best friend broke into my house and dragged me to a club.  Pheobe, my best friend, and I were seated on a couch. She was mumbling and spoke incoherently. I was not a fan of going to clubs. It was occasionally refreshing. But not when your best friend became drunk and walked upstairs with a random guy. I was afraid Pheobe was going to dump me for another guy.

"Pheobe, how are you?" I inquired. She gazed at me with her eyes half-closed.

"I'm Perfectly all right," she said as she sprang up from the couch and dashed to the dance floor. I sneered at myself.

Pheobe began dancing with a strange guy, as I had predicted. His fingers were all over her. I jumped at the sight. Pheobe was pressing her back against the man's lower abdomen. I was disgusted. I believed that you could make love to the person you cared about. Perhaps fucking someone you know for a long time to satisfy your need is acceptable. Hooking up with anyone who has a dick is something else entirely. 

With a sigh, I rose from the couch. I was certain Pheobe would hook up with that guy. I strolled over to the bar and took a seat. The bar stools were high, and climbing on them in a short dress was difficult. I turned to face the bartender after I had properly seated myself on the stool.

"What can I get you, ma'am?" he asked me. 

"A dry martini," I replied. The bartender went to prepare my drink. I was looking around the room. Suddenly, my eyes fell on a familiar figure not so far away. He was demanding more drinks and the bartender was refusing him. I stared at him for a long time, watching his every move. 

"Ma'am, your order." The bartender grabbed my attention. I nodded and picked up the glass. But my mind was fog about him. 

He snatched the bottle from the racks and started to drink from it. I gasped and ran to him. "Mr. Jeon?" I called him softly. He turned to me, another gasp left my lips. 

His eyes were puffy and red, a light red mark painted his cheek. His lips were quivering, probably because he was holding back tears. His eyes were glossed. I had never seen Jungkook in a state like that. I quickly grabbed the bottle from his hand and sighed. 

"Jungko - I mean Mr. Jeon, what are you doing?" 

He stared at me for a while. Then tried to snatch the bottle. I pulled back my hand and stopped him from getting more drinks. "Don't! You are drunk!" I shouted. He started whining as a tear dropped down. My eyes widened. I threw the bottle somewhere and cupped his face. 

"What happened?" I whispered and wiped the tear from his cheek. Jungkook sniffed and pushed my hands away. "I'm sorry," I mumbled and stepped back from him, suddenly feeling bad for invading his privacy. But he grabbed my hand and pulled me in his embrace. He hid his face in my neck. I wrapped my arms around his body and pulled him closer to me. I could feel my skin was wetting. He was shaking uncontrollably in my arms. 

I rubbed my hand on his back in a soothing manner. "Shh, don't cry. What happened, please tell me." I continued to talk sweetly to him. But Jungkook didn't stop crying. I managed to pull back from the hug. I wiped his cheeks and smiled at him. "Good boys don't cry. Jungkook is a good boy, ain't he?" Jungkook sniffed and nodded his head slowly. 

"Okay, come with me," I caressed his cheek and took him out of the club. Jungkook was stumbling a lot, but I dragged him out of the club. Gosh, the bunny-liked boy was huge and heavy. I dapped his arm around my shoulder and slowly moved to the parking lot. 

"Jungkook, do you have your car keys?" I asked him in a baby-like voice. He looked at me with a pout. He roamed his hand in his pocket recklessly and picked out the keys. 

"H-here..." He slurred. I took the keys with my free hand and unlocked his car. 

"Gosh, please don't get mad at me when you are sober," I mumbled and put Jungkook on the passenger seat. I was about to go to the driver's seat but Jungkook held my hand. 

"D-don't go...please." He whispered and looked at me through his glossed eyes. My heart ached to see him this way. I gently removed his hand from mine and caressed his hair. 

"I am not going anywhere, Jungkook. I am going to drop you at home." 

Jungkook's expression changed into a painful expression. He scrunched his nose before started crying. 

"Please, I don't want to go there." He held my hand and snuggled his face in my palm. "Please, don't take me home. It's a b-bad place." 

I huffed. Why would he say that?  No matter the reason, he was hurting, and that has to do something with Mrs. Jeon. 

I smiled and bent down, pulling him for a hug. "Okay, I am taking you home." I pulled back and he stared at me. "Do you want to go to my home?" 

He nodded slowly. I smiled and patted his head. "Then let me get into the car, so I drive, okay?" 

Jungkook left my hand and leaned on his seat. I closed the door and walked to the other side of the car. Getting into the car, I checked him once. He was sleeping. I sighed and started the engine. 

....

I arrived home. Jungkook woke up by the time we reached home. He was clinging to me like a baby, and kept repeating the same words - please, don't leave me, 

Did someone hurt him a lot? To the extent that he was crying a pool? I will never forgive the person who has hurt him. 

I walked into my room with Jungkook by my side. I gently made him sit on the bed, but he fell on the mattress. I placed his head on my lap and was setting the pillows. I placed them neatly and turned to Jungkook. He was looking at me already. I raised my brow. "What?" 

He inhaled a sharp breath and got up. He turned to me with his hooded eyes. "S-she hit me again." He muttered. 

"Who?" 

"A-Aera..." Jungkook pointed at his cheek and sighed. "Here, She slapped m-me so hard. I-it's hurting." 

I pulled him on my lap and caressed his face. "I am sorry, Jungkook. I am sorry that you were hurt." I choked, tears beaming in the corner of my eyes. 

"Please help me," he whispered. "Can you ease the ache?" 

"How do you want me to ease your ache, Jungkook?" 

"Kiss my cheek. It will ease my ache." 

My eyes widened at his request. He was drunk and talking nonsense. Once he will be sober, he will be regretting this moment. 

Jungkook moved closer to me. "Kiss me, Jasmine..." 

I gulped and held him. Licking my bottom lip, I leaned forward, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. 

"More..." he asked. 

I planted more kisses on his cheek, his forehead and the tip of his nose. Jungkook giggled when I kissed his face. My heart jumped to hear that melodic sound from him. His giggles. I smiled and looked at him, admiring the smile that had decorated his face now. 

"Why are you smiling?" 

"Because I liked it," he smiled broadly. "You are a good girl. Koo likes you." 

"I like Koo too." I smiled and kissed his forehead. "Let's go to sleep now, okay?" 

Jungkook lay on the bed. I turned off the night lamp and turned to him. Jungkook took my hand and placed that on his head. I smiled and caressed his hair. Soon, he fell asleep.