Piercing eyes glares right through the mirror. If our gaze was naturalistic, the mirror would've shattered into small pieces right now.
Taehyung's deep voice through the microphone could be heard even inside the public washroom of the resort, it was muffled, of course. He was giving a speech at the moment about his company and how thankful he is for his father and all the staff for achieving what he has today.
Jungkook didn't stay throughout the speech, he wanted to but he didn't because of the mere sight of his ex's face standing on the stage and smiling down at the crowd and the press as if he didn't ruin three people's lives just because of his sick obsession to some property shares.
Jungkook couldn't stand there and watch his face because he knows, he knows if he stays there any longer, his rage and anger for the gray head will raise to the point he might throw tantrums at him in front of everyone, in front of the whole world through the press.
But not yet. He can't ruin what he had planned.
There is also another reason why he couldn't stay there. It was his bruised hand that was caused by the small pieces of glasses that lance through his skin and produced a way for the thick red liquid to pour out of his flesh. Jungkook's bruised hand was placed under the running water of the faucet causing the red liquid to mix with the clear water and draw out of the drain pipe of the basin.
The blonde's gaze was filled with turmoil but his face remained cold and almost emotionless as he stare at his reflection, ignoring the burning pain and the blood he was losing for lack of attention to the injury.
In the meantime, the door of the washroom also ajar opened, and walks in Jackson, concern is written all over his feature as he paused on his track for a few seconds to beam at Jungkook's situation. Although, the blonde didn't pay any attention to the second presence.
The brunet slowly strolls closer to his boss, steps careful and heart beating in his chest crazily with a thin layer of sweat coating his skin. The blonde always had a scary impression on him since he doesn't know when and how he can accidentally piss off the male and now that he already looks infuriated over something, he can feel he's throwing himself into the burning hole of the volcano willingly.
Jackson is actually cursing himself internally for deciding to approach his boss in a situation like this. It's almost like he's playing with fire. But the bruise also looks damn serious, so as a good assistant, he had to do his job.
That's why here he is now, with a beating heart from the nervous system and a first aid kit (that he borrowed from the receptionist) in his hand, he is now on his way to committing suicide—I mean, treating his furious boss.
"Mr. Jeon?" He called in a hesitant tone, careful eyes examining Jungkook's side profile who was still glaring through his reflection. Jackson's gaze fell on the latter's bruised hand still producing blood that was draining with the water.
"What do you want?" Jungkook's tone came out hoarse, which shocked him too. He gulped down the right amount of saliva through his dry throat and turn his head to peer down at Jackson.
"Your bruise needs to get treated, so. . ." He trailed off and showed the first aid kit that he is holding right now to the other male, waiting in an anticipated manner for a response from the man who was now eyeing the box with a red plus sign printed over it with bored eyes.
Jungkook rolled his eyes before snatching the box from Jackson who flinch slightly and took a thick amount of tissues to dry off his hand. Even the tissue paper painted red with his blood as he dabs the thin stationery over his bruises, soaking in all of the remaining water so that he can apply the medicine through the cuts.
Jungkook placed the box over the counter, the same counter from yesterday where the older ate him out to his heart. He opened the kit and took an antibiotic ointment before he began to spread the thick substance over his cuts. Not even flinching slightly because of the rage he was feeling from inside.
"Mr. Jeon, can I ask you something?" Jackson asked for permission after he observed the older's situation. A sudden rush of boldness flowed through his veins which alleviated him to gather up the courage to even raise the question or the question he is about to ask.
"Shoot," Jungkook answered shortly. Deep eyebrows knitted together in concentration as his ointment-covered fingers draw circles over the severe cuts.
Jackson shifted in his spot. Suddenly feeling nervous to ask the question. He cleared his throat and gulped heavily to prepare himself before he drops the riskiest question he has ever asked to the blonde head. "The brother, who came to the stage after the first brother, the gray head one—"
"Fucking ask the question!" Jungkook snapped, furious eyes glaring daggers through Jackson's skull that terrified the said male. So without even his consent, the question just flew out of his mouth like spit, "Is he your ex?"
The look Jungkook was giving the brunet was bone-chilling. Dark eyes peering down at him like he was possessed by the deadliest demon right now and would devour the shorter male at any moment for asking that question. "How do you know?" The blonde asked, voice dropping to an octave low.
"It was just a wild guess. Actually not wild, it was obvious how you became inferior as soon as the man climbed up the stage." Jackson speculated with a casual shrug. Biting down on his lips, he sighed gradually when Jungkook avert his gaze from the shorter male and focused on his bruised hand again.
"You are my assistant, stay that way." The attorney then uttered but the way he said it, the way his tone changed and fell into an indistinct way, Jackson knows better than anyone to not emit any further word about the situation if he does not want to get into serious trouble.
But hey, at least he got his answer. Since his boss didn't deny it but instead, refused to talk about it is a blatant prophecy that the brunet is indeed right with his presumption.
"Let me help?" Jackson offered while he hesitantly extend both of his hands for help when he noticed the blonde was about to wrap the bandage over the layer of cotton that he stick over his cuts so that they stay protected from any bacteria and also so that the rough texture of the bandage does not bruise his cuts even more.
"I can help myself," Jungkook stated coldly before he began to wrap the white rough fabric around his palm. But when it came to the part where he have to knot the bandage together, that's when he failed at his attempt to treat himself without any help.
He sighed heavily and stretch out his hand toward the brunet without even looking at him. "You can help me now I guess?" He asserted, empty gaze peering down at the floor while his mind was annoyingly repeating the same picture of his ex's smiling face even though he was trying his best to not think about him but was failing again and again.
You know the feeling when the trauma that changed you in a bad way stands right in front of you after years?
He was just going through that very phase and the rage.
Jackson smiled contently and stroll closer to Jungkook's hands. He tore the bandage slightly from the edge with the small scissor that came with the kit and began to tie the knot securely. He noticed there were some tiny bruises over Jungkook's fingers too which the blonde male did not care to treat. So in the meantime, while Jungkook was busy zoning out, he treated those small cuts too before wrapping some brown first aid bandages around his bony fingers.
When he was done with his hospitality, he looked up at his boss with a proud smile but it immediately fell when he notice Jungkook's teary eyes gleaming with the reflection of the washroom lights. But it was also prominent that the blonde was trying way hard to control his emotions thus his face remained cold while his eyes were telling another story.
He was looking down with his head hung low, the blonde strands slowly falling over his eyes, hiding the tears from the other's eyes but Jungkook was too zoned out to even notice that he is actually crying. His back was hitting against the edge of the counter and his body was leaned forward as if the man was exhausted both in and out.
Jackson felt bad but there was nothing he could do. If it was someone else in Jungkook's place, he would've given them a tight hug, but knowing Jungkook, he can't risk anything right now.
So he thought the right way to console the upset male was to stay beside him. Sometimes, some people don't like to be hugged or want to talk out their problems. Some people just want their personal space but they don't mind someone's presence around them at the same time. So that they won't feel like they are being left alone.
Some people just want that specific someone whose willing to sit with them in silence and accompany them without uttering a word. This mere action is enough for that someone to feel at ease. This mere action is warmer than a long tight hug.
Jackson figured Jungkook is that kind of person. So he silently stood beside him gaping at the wall while his boss cries silently and goes through the rollercoaster of his own emotions.
🥀
The celebration was still ongoing. Taehyung's speech was over long ago and now it was time for the after-party. Everyone was enjoying the event and Jungkook is sure Taehyung is pretty much stuck—busy doing meet and greets with his guests. He is guessing since he still didn't join the party and he's sure he is not able to join the party either.
So here he is now, standing on the balcony, the soft wind blowing his blonde strands as his thumb rubs over the bandage-covered palm. Eyes peering down at the swimming pool area with his mind being completely blank.
Not even a few seconds passed when he felt a presence behind him. Jungkook sighed and lean backward from the railing before he turn around to look at the cause of the presence. His hands immediately balled into two fists when he noticed who it was.
"What the fuck you want?" Jungkook asked, hands shaking from rage but his face remained blank and eyes cold as ice.
"Jungkook, long time no see." Namjoon greeted in his usual deep voice, his gray hairs falling over his dragon eyes as he stand there all tall and strong. The black turtle neck definitely stands out the extra muscles on his chest even though he was wearing a deep gray, almost black blazer over it.
"And I wish to never see you again but life can be disappointing at times." Jungkook definitely mocked, clenching his jaw he avert his gaze from the older, the role of his eyeballs was prominent to the gray head.
Namjoon sighed deeply while looking down before he takes some gradual steps toward the younger but making sure to respect the distance between them. "Look, I know what I did was wrong—"
"Of course, you know. you did it willingly after all." Jungkook interrupted the older with his sassy remarks as it was extremely hard for him to hold back himself from cursing the hell out of the male standing before him.
Namjoon, ignoring the remarks, decided to speak. "I admit I never loved you but accepted you because you were desperate for me." Jungkook narrowed his eyes in annoyance as he felt a slight bit of offense through the words but he knows damn well Namjoon is right.
He was indeed a little too desperate for the fine-ass man standing in front of him and he can't even deny it. But now, his desperation for the older seems a little bit embarrassing right now.
"Doesn't matter how desperate I was for you, you could've said no if you really didn't want me." Jungkook fired back, letting the words escape his mouth before they battled the clench of the teeth that he was holding out of frustration.
"Jimin wasn't in my life at that time so I don't understand why I should've reject you? I thought you were cute with your little crush on me. I thought it was cute how you would try to grab my attention, from being loud in the library to sucking on a popsicle sensually in the cafeteria." Jungkook gulped hard as he felt his face heating up hearing those embarrassing attempts of his trying to grab his crush's attention coming from the same crush now known as an ex.
"What's your point?" The blonde grumbled frustratingly.
"My point is, I accepted you because I thought you were cute and just gave it a try. But sadly, you were never my type."
"Why? Because you weren't able to manipulate me?" Jungkook replied instantly with a prominent scoff, smirking when he saw how all the colors from the gray head's face just drained out.
"I am not manipulating Jimin." The gray head repudiated mindlessly earning a sarcastic laugh from Jungkook.
"Oh boy, I didn't even say who you are manipulating or if you are even manipulating someone in the first place." Jungkook laughed, shaking his head right to left at the preposterous tragedy. "You know yourself well, Namjoon." The blonde then added leaving the older feeling stupid both in and out.
"Anywho, so you are manipulating Jimin? With what—oh, wait. First, answer an exceedingly superficial question of mine, will you?" Jungkook asserted, slowly letting his step get closer to Namjoon, the height difference causing him to look up at the male with his wicked gaze.
"What question?" The gray head asked.
"Why are you not pursuing your lover to get a divorce from your brother?" Jungkook asked, furrowed eyed looking up at the male with full curiosity to know the answer.
"Can I ask you a question first?" Namjoon asked instead, his own crooked brows beaming down at Jungkook with utmost inquisitiveness as well.
"Only if you answer mine but I'll let you go first," Jungkook permitted.
"What are you doing here? And what do you have to do with my brother's married life?" Namjoon asked and the way Jungkook's eyebrows flew up in surprise had the gray head questioning his own query.
Did he miss out on something?
"Oh my God, you don't know anything," Jungkook uttered under his breath, more like to himself as his eyes formed into two round shapes from how wide they were, and his lips were parted ajar from the shock.
And now he was growing more excited because he is about to drop the bomb and watch how Namjoon's mind will be blown in front of his very eyes.
"Do you know your brother is sleeping with someone who's not Jimin?" Jungkook asked, watching how the confusion grew more and more prominent through the taller males' features.
"Yes, I do. But again how do you—" Namjoon stopped midsentence when the realization finally hit him but before he could make stupid theories inside his head, Jungkook's next statement confirmed his assumption.
"I am the one your brother is fucking."
The way Namjoon's eyes were bulging out it felt like they would come out of his socket and fall in front of his own legs at any time. Because he really did not see that coming.
"Yeah, exactly. From your ex, I am now your future brother-in-law." Jungkook added, letting out a breathy chuckle after.
"Are you—are you taking revenge on me through my brother?" Namjoon asked in disbelief, eyes watching the shorter male's every move who was now slowly strolling around him as if he was circling him.
"Oh, no, sweetie. I didn't even know you are his brother until today." Jungkook proclaimed truthfully, standing behind Namjoon, he placed one of his hands over the taller male's broad shoulder. "But karma seems to always have its way. Out of all the people in the whole world, I fell in love with your brother." Jungkook spoke while stretching the word 'all' in a childish way against the older male's ears who stood there stiffened on his spot while he beams at nowhere, just letting in all the words that come from Jungkook's mouth.
The shorter male then came closer to Namjoon's ear and spoke in a low, husky tone, "Because fate also wants me to take revenge on you."
Namjoon spun his head to peer down at the younger with a deep grimace masking his feature. The blonde only chuckled before pulling away from the gray head.
"Love?" Namjoon uttered in confusion.
"Yes, love. And I promise you, I will soon groom your brother." The other deadpanned in a serious tone, his gaze turning into a glare for a slight moment before they turn mischievous again.
"Listen, Jungkook. I don't care about your relationship with my brother. I really don't care at all. Just can you confront Jimin that you forgave him and that you believe that he didn't have a single idea that I was cheating behind your back with him?" Namjoon begged, yes he begged, pleading eyes looking down at the younger, silently telling him to accept his offer.
"Please, I have genuine feelings for Jimin and I don't want to lose him." The gray head then added not knowing the sentence alone put fuel to Jungkook's hatred towards both him and Jimin.
"Genuine feelings, huh?" Jungkook mocked in a singsong tone, the corner of his mouth tilting upward into a sickening smirk. "Okay, I'll do it. But in one condition." Jungkook offered a deal, watching how Namjoon's pathetic pleading eyes were crooking into a layer of confusion again.
"What is it?" Namjoon asked.
"You have to tell me why you didn't let Jimin take a divorce from Taehyung. I need to know everything, everything." Jungkook stated, emphasizing the last word as if he was warning the older to not trick him by telling a half-truth story.
Namjoon sighed, his shoulder dropped in both exhaustion and defeat. He was showing hesitancy at first but the moment he look at Jungkook's face and saw the other tilting his head to the side and raising his brows as if he was ticking the time with his expressions only, he knew he didn't have any other choice.
"Fine. I'll tell you everything." The gray head agreed and they both end up sitting beside a round table that was placed at the corner of the open balcony.
Jungkook sat there, one of his legs placed over the other one's roof of the thigh while Namjoon sat there generally with his head being hung low. "Go on," The blonde urged, earning a nod from the older.
"Why I told Jimin to stay married to Taehyung is because of my father," Namjoon announced, earning a deep scowl of confusion from Jungkook. "What do you mean?" The blonde asked.
"My older brother, Kim Seokjin, I admire him. He always wanted to pursue what he does now, a talented psychologist. Unlike other parents, my father wasn't really fond of it. He always wanted his son to handle his business or join with him in politics." Namjoon started, taking out a long drag of sigh after the last statement.
"But my brother was stubborn. He is the only person in our family who can actually stand against my father without a fear. As expected, he stood strong on his words and didn't let any hurtful words from my father affect him and his dream. He kept pursuing what he liked and he was successful in it. One of the main reasons why he does not visit us often and lives alone on his own." Namjoon paused to look at Jungkook not knowing the younger is literally one of his brother's clients.
"Giving up on my brother, my father then came to me and ask me to handle his business only to get disappointed when I too told him I want to pursue something else and not business or politics. As if it was not enough, he became furious when I told him I wanted to become a music producer, something that he despises and thinks is useless." Namjoon shook his head, remembering his father's piercing words that the male threw at him that day about his dream, something he admires from the bottom of his heart.
Jungkook listened to the older attentively without letting anything break his concentration, his gaze glued to the gray head who was confessing a part of his life to the younger lad.
"Adding fuel to the fire, my father also got to know that I was dating Jimin, his close friend's son at that time. First, he was content with the information and he decided to marry Jimin off to me so that he and Jimin's father can grow up their businesses to the next level, together. But somehow he started to doubt me. He started to doubt that if he marry me off to Jimin, I can betray him and run away with Jimin. So, he made a master plan." Namjoon paused, he just paused to gather all of the messed-up sentiments that he is feeling at the very moment before he starts explaining again.
"And he planned to send me abroad for two months in the name of business training. I thought it was just business training, what could go wrong? And also agreeing to his offer, I can earn my father's trust that I am actually serious about it and can easily fool him. . .not knowing I was the one getting fooled. I didn't know he already talked to Taehyung behind my back about becoming the next heir of his company which my naive brother accepted without any hesitancy. So while I was away, Jimin thought I betrayed him and flew because I didn't have the chance to inform him anything and when I came back after two months, he was already married to Taehyung." Jungkook was frazzled on his spot at this point. Hoseok wasn't wrong when he said this whole family is made of some bunch of narcissistic except for Taehyung.
Where everyone is obsessed with their self benefits, he is the only selfless person in the household.
"I and Jimin somehow made up after I explained everything to him and he instantly regrated marrying Taehyung out of anger towards me. He was about to offer a divorce to Taehyung but I—I stopped him. I stopped him because I am a selfish freak." Namjoon gritted out the last words, hands balling into two fists. The anger was prominent there. For both himself and his father. "My father gave me a second chance and told me to take his place in politics after he retires or else, he is going to remove me from the property share."
"I was compelled to agree. It doesn't matter if I belong to the infamous Kim family, it doesn't matter if their blood runs through my veins, if I'm removed from the property share, I am nothing. I'll be basically homeless because I know my father. I can't even survive without my family because no one will give me a job and my father will make sure of it. So I agreed and told Jimin to stay married to Taehyung because if he proposes a divorce, my father will automatically assume I'm the reason behind it." Namjoon let out a heavy sigh after the long speech. His bony long fingers play with each other as his gaze stick to his fingers.
"That's why I'm acting to be a good son to my father to earn his trust again. As soon as I get the property papers in my hand, I am going to escape with Jimin, that's what I've been telling him for two years. Jimin was good enough to cooperate with me, Taehyung was too blind in love, and my father also started to trust me again. Everything was going smoothly and according to plan. . .until you came into the view." Namjoon stated before he looks up to peer at Jungkook who was looking back at him with a poker gaze.
"You came and my brother started to change and because my brother was changing, my lover also started to feel his hidden feelings for my brother," Namjoon uttered, though his lips were only moving, his expression remained still and unmatched.
Jungkook laughed, he legit laughed while trying to hide his wheezing sounds with the palm of his hand. "So you played games with your brother, you used your lover like a scapegoat just for some fucking property papers?" Jungkook exclaimed, his smirk growing wider and both of his eyebrows flew up when his eyes expanded in size in amazement.
"I didn't have to do any of it if that naive shithead of my brother didn't ruin everything for me," Namjoon grumbled in a low tone. Hearing that, Jungkook's smirk immediately dropped and he peered at the gray head with a deep grimace and confused orbs.
"Woah, Woah, Woah, are you blaming your younger brother right now?" Jungkook asked with a small unsure smile spread over his lips as he gazed up at Namjoon in utter skepticism.
"If not what? If only that dumb goody two shoes refused to accept my father's offer, I would've had the company, the property share, and Jimin by my side right now." Namjoon let out in the heat of the moment, feeling a sudden rush of anger towards his younger brother.
"First of all, he didn't know any of those messed up games you and your manipulative father were playing. And second, are we just going to ignore the fact that you're the reason your father mistrusts you? You fucking wanted to fly and he saw right through your sick plans. You were planning to betray him don't forget that, Namjoon." Jungkook explained while he gazed down at the older with utter disbelief. How can someone be this narcissistic? How can he blame his younger brother, who's completely clueless about their mind games just like that?
"You are just taking his side because of your stupid feelings toward him." Namjoon scoffed before he stands up and walks towards the railing.
Meanwhile, Jungkook sat there awestruck. "Wow," He breathed out, not able to believe that he was feeling bad for the older just a few minutes ago but now, they all evaporated just like a puff of smoke.
He also stood up and head toward the older's direction standing right behind him. "You know what? Taehyung is not the naive and dumb one here, you are." Namjoon slowly turns around to face the blonde head, raising his brow at the statement.
"Because you fucking don't know how to pursue something like your older brother pursued his dream and was successful in it without harming anyone. You don't know how to earn someone's trust and I can bet Jimin also lost trust in you quite a time but your manipulative ass was there to brainwash him again and again. You don't even know how to be a good son hence your father had to play dirty games with you because last time I checked, he didn't have to pull up shit against your other two brothers. All you can do is manipulate and just for your own selfishness, you ruined three lives!" Jungkook ranted, the veins of his neck popping as he put extra pressure on every word that he let escape his mouth, piercing gaze boring holes in Namjoon's face.
"Just being humble and selfless doesn't mean someone is dumb." He then added, defending his love just as he should.
"And I can prove it to you right now, right this moment that you are the dumbest person this planet has ever had. You know how?" Jungkook paused as his glare became more fierce, the rage and anger from before took over his mind and body yet again.
Namjoon didn't utter anything, he just stare down at the shorter male with a pathetic frown as Jungkook let out a sickening laugh.
"You just exposed yourself to me. You just shared the secrets that were held between only you and your father for years to your fucking ex who has been retaining rage towards you ever since you cheated on me! And now, now I am going to finish you." Jungkook let out the last sentence with an enormous sick smirk. His voice dropped to an octave low as he threatened his ex.
"What do you mean?" Namjoon asked, anxiety rising through every vein of his body because there's no way he's letting the younger ruin his almost perfectly made plan that he wasted two years of his life on just to earn his father's trust again.
He can't let that happen when he's so close to his goal. One step closer.
"I am not going to confront shit to Jimin. I fucking lied to know the truth." Jungkook confessed, completely sending Namjoon aback by the little trick.
"You ruined my life, you ruined Jimin's and then you ruined Taehyung's, your fucking brother. And now, I am going to ruin yours." The blonde stated in a dangerously lower tone, warning prominently through his tone.
"Forget about those property papers, Namjoon." With that being said, Jungkook flashed a devilish smirk toward the taller male before he started to step back while keeping an eye on the older male.
"Jungkook—listen—" Namjoon tried to reach forward to stop the younger but Jungkook was already at the entry of the balcony, he turned around and took long steps away from the older who was calling behind his name desperately.
"Jungkook, you can't just do that! I beg you!" Namjoon screamed that only echoed into the empty hallway but the blonde head was nowhere to be seen by now.
He angrily hit his fist against the wall, his temper was too high to even care about the pain that came from the hit.
"Jungkook!"
Notes:
Namjoon stans, don't get me canceled for this. Thanks.