"Don't turn around." Cooper's warning came out in a hiss.

"What?" Seokjin froze, his drink halfway to his mouth. His eyes slid toward Jungkook. "JK, what is it?"

Jungkook grimaced. "It's...Norma King. And her husband."

Seokjin breathed in and out then emptied his glass. "Hm."

Cooper shook his head. "Damn. Why does she have to act like that in public? As if she gives a fuck about that idiot."

"Maybe she does," Seokjin muttered. He signaled to the waiter for another drink. "Maybe she always has and was just passing the time with others."

Jungkook looked at him. "Hey. Even if that's what it was, it's over now. You can move on, too. It was fun while it lasted, right?" His dark eyes went round. "Shit. She's coming this way."

Norma had excused herself from her table and was now standing next to theirs. "Hello, gentlemen. How handsome you all look."

Cooper and Jungkook both nodded with thin smiles.

"We do, don't we?" Seokjin replied. "Are you here to ask for a foursome?" He smirked. "I don't know if we can tonight. We already have other plans."

"When did you become so vulgar, sugar?" she drawled. Her smile was forced.

"When I took up with you, I guess."

Cooper cleared his throat. "Uh, I'll be right back. I have to check in with my agent. Let's go, JK." They both rushed away from the table.

Norma slid into the vacated seat. "I just wanted to say hello so as not to feed the gossips. If I avoided you, it would be all over town that I snubbed you because of our past." Her eyes glanced around the room.

He scowled. "Maybe you should've snubbed me. You've said hello, so now you can go."

"I'm trying to save us any embarrassment---"

"I don't care," he interrupted her. "You've embarrassed me enough. Everyone knows that I slept my way into my most famous role. Stop pretending to play nice and go back to your husband. That's what you always do."

"I still care about you."

"Ha. Really?" He downed his drink again and signaled for another. "Next time you leave your husband, get yourself a vibrator. It doesn't have feelings you can hurt. Hey, Jungkook is only eighteen. Maybe you'd like me to set you up since I might be too old now."

Her smile was still on her face, but her eyes looked murderous. "You little shit! Who are you to talk to me that way? Huh? You're nothing. You were nothing until I raised you up next to me."

"Yeah. You raised my dick into you. I get it."

"Fine, Seokjin. If that's what you want to think." She leaned closer. "For now I have to dance to my husband's tune, but I want you back. I love you. Come back to me. Tell me what you want."

"What I want never mattered, remember? As long as you got your daily orgasms, you've never cared about what I want." He shook his head. "What I want now is for you to leave me alone."

She stared into his face. "You and I belong together, sugar. You know that. Once my divorce goes through, it will be you and me again. You love me. Don't you miss the good times?" She licked her lips. "Don't you miss my mouth around your big cock?"

He shut his eyes for a moment then glanced toward her husband's table. "Is he not fucking you good? Is he too tired from spending so much time on his casting couch with young girls?" He stared at her. "Sure, I miss fucking you, Norma, but I don't love you. You killed every loving feeling a long time ago. I'm sure you never loved me either. I was just the playground you used to feel young again. You know that you're never leaving your husband. So, why don't you crawl back to him and suck his dick every once in a while instead of chasing after younger men. Try being a wife for once." He frowned. "I don't need you anymore."

Her scowl transformed her face. "How dare you? You're nothing without me, Seokjin. You're less than nothing. Remember that when no one will touch you with a ten foot pole, you bastard. No one will want you. You'll end up shooting porn at some roach motel."

He sneered at her. "Yeah? Can I use you as a reference?" He laughed bitterly.

She slapped her hand on the table and stuck her face close to his. "Say what you want, my treasure. You were more than a fuck. That dick of yours is extraordinary, but that's all you will be if you go against me. No one will want you anymore."

"Whatever you say."

"Not even your pretty little friend will want you. You left her to come back to me, and now she's found someone else to curl her little toes." She chuckled at his expression. "Don't be mad. Everyone knows Kim Namjoon has been pumping her every night. He made her a star, and now he's reaping the rewards. Don't kid yourself. She doesn't need you. I'm all you have, sugar. I'll remind you of that when you come begging on your knees." Her smile was frightening in its detachment. Her previous rancor was replaced with a wide-eyed expression. "You know where my little apartment is. I'll wait for you. You are mine. Remember that."

He waited until she had walked away before slamming his fist on the table. This nonsense had to end. He had to cut her out of his life like a cancer before she killed him.