13. Walk of Shame

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He had been so drunk out of his mind that he couldn't remember shit. What kind of voodoo-hypnosis-shit had Jungkook pulled on him?

He was so fucked!

He couldn't imagine how bad things would get back home. The playboy, beloved prince of Columbia, the star of the soccer field..... married to a boy!

Fucked by a boy!

He closed his eyes. He could just about hear the slurs that would be hurled at him. His rivals would have a field day! He would lose respect of his teammates, his fans. He would never hear the end of it.

He was expecting to be drafted, to play professionally this coming season. If the scouts found out about this, he'd have to kiss his dreams of playing professionally, goodbye. Forever!

After everything he had done to get back here, after all those countless hours of working himself into the ground, he stood to lose it all because of one drunken mistake.

And he didn't even want to think of the brand endorsements.

No matter how much everyone spoke of inclusivity, sports sector was still a little homophobic, especially for someone like him, who was vocally straight till now.

What the hell is he thinking?? He is still straight. Last night was just a drunken mistake.

A mistake that could cost him everything.

His inheritance..... his family in Korea.....

His halmeoni would die of shame if she knew.

How was he supposed to face her? His grandmother was a proud woman. She would blame herself, thinking she had failed to raise him right. She wasn't keeping too well these days.

He had so much to lose.

He had to take care of it, and fast. No one could know. He needed to make it all disappear, like a bad dream, a very, very bad dream.

He had called his lawyer earlier, who was sending someone over from their Nevada office. The guy was expected to arrive in an hour and he had asked to speak to everyone.

This was all so fucked up!!

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Yoongi flopped down on the sofa of the suite that Namjoon, Jin and Hobi were sharing.

"This is all kinds of fucked up, isn't it?" Hobi asked him.

"The worst." Yoongi sighed. His heart hurt. He wanted to go back to Jimin. This was their first fight. He was sure they'd pull through but that didn't lessen the pain he felt. Not one bit. He hated being away from him, but he knew he had to give Jimin some space to reflect on things before they spoke again.

He would come to him once he had calmed down, Yoongi was sure of it. If he didn't, Yoongi would crawl to him and beg for forgiveness. He'd do whatever it took coz there was no way in hell he was living the rest of his life without Jimin by his side.

He sighed.

"Yah! That does not sound good. Kookie isn't doing too well, huh?" Jin asked, mistaking the reason for Yoongi's sigh.

"He's pretty torn up." Yoongi replied, shaking his head.

Hobi came and sat beside him. "You know, instead of blaming and fighting, we need to all sit down together and get all the facts straight."

"You are right, Hobi! What do you guys remember?" Yoongi asked them.

"I know Taehyung's blaming Jungkook but I know for a fact that Tae made the first move, inspite of Jungkook trying to warn him." Jin looked around at everyone staring at him with wide eyes.

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