"𝙊𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝, 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝, 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙣𝙪𝙢𝙗, 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙣𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙮"

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Jungkook's POV:- 

"Game of escapism?" I whisper touching his hand, I look at him with doubt, utter doubt of not knowing what intentions he carries with these words.

He momentarily smirks and takes the last sip from the glass of water I had put, Seokjin keeps the glass on the counter and leans more, my hands squeezing his.

"Do you agree hyung?" I gulp physically, looking at his eyes get dark, my heart felt beating, faster and not so steadier as before as I slowly and steadily saw his face mutate into one of the expressions I dare never see anymore in my life, I shiver, my heart doesn't feel like getting any softer and chaste in my chest.

I dreaded that expression since after the first week back from the days when we were boyfriends, it means he would just get his way, any way, manipulate me, trigger me to the situation of accepting his request, and when he realize how bad he is been to me he just says sorry and I accept it.

I have never been a fool to notice the small changes in his expression, because I did love him when I looked it up and went deeper that is when I knew he might have a personality disorder, I wanted to help him through, how naive of me to think that his brain would accept it, I scared his presence whenever his countenance mutated to this murderous gaze.

"Calm down Seokjin" I wince feeling his hand squeezing mine and I try to gaze my stumped thumb over his hand to make him comfortable and calm him down, it had been effective but now I don't know what to do, his hands were just embracing mine with a crushing grip I cannot get out of.

I hissed as I felt his nails initially piercing, it did not work as I half-heartedly expected.

I stroke my other free hand on his cheek and lean in, kissing him on the lips, our lips closed and my eyes closed, I cannot see what his expressions dictated but to be honest with my brain I honestly did not want to see the expression which hurt me so much in the past, I am such a pushover.

But I felt it, his hands slowly starting to loop out of the piercing hold to my hand and slowly wrapping it on my waist pulling my chair more toward him, he might just rather pick me off and place me on his lap but I dont mind.

I grasp Seokjin's head and try to deepen the kiss by opening my lips simultaneously as him but we both gasp out of breath when we hear a phone ringing, ringing of a phone has been the biggest trauma we both share, something tragic we both have in common, how lovely yet the same time how calamitous.

"Pick it up Seokjin" I swirl in a rush of breath because this, what we were doing was just so hot, I am in need because it has been so many years since I actually felt his addicting heat and touch and I cannot seem to brush it off me anymore.

Seokjin seemed like not leaving both of his hands one from under my jaws stroking the tilt and slit joint of the neck and the jaw and one from my waist, he shook his head and came forward to kiss me again, but I glanced a side-eye to who was calling before it turned off and the mood ruiner was my ex-brother in law, Yoongi.

"It is Yoongi Seokjin" he frowned, Seokjin frowns when he knows something is suspicious, I chuckle to myself at how well I still know him.

"Yoongi seriously?" he asked me and I nodded pursing my lips, I felt his looping heat get away a little but not the whole as I felt his thighs touching mine, I am in desperate need of sexual relief or meditation or a run.

Seokjin picked up his phone and his frown creased more surfaces of his forehead, probably because he for real saw that it was indeed Yoongi leaving a missed call, "Can I get a minute?" I smile at his question and repeat the words he said to me yesterday "Take all the time that you need" he smiled in return for the statement and leaned to kiss me.

I wrapped one hand around his neck and stood a little up from the bar stool to kiss him more properly, our lips touching in a mild dance before I pushed him to make a quick call to Yoongi.

"I can't resist you can I?" I shrugged at his question and mischievously smiled "I said it years ago to you but I am repeating I am a strong drug to let go" he groans and makes his head fall on my neck and kisses me there and licks the spot and I felt it all over my body, which made me shake a little "And I am the repressive addict to this drug" he whispered still against my neck, sniffing my scent.

If he does this type of thing I cannot handle it one more time before we end up on my bed again, so I gently pulled his face from my neck, gave a quick peck, and motioned to call Yoongi "Okay repressive addict there is an angry probably anxious cat waiting for to be called by you" he nodded clicking his tongue and going to the other side of the room.

I sighed and leaned my head on the counter and saw outside the window, I cannot see Seokjin who was on the other side of the room same as me, I smiled at the thought, my cheek puffing up as it is still pressed on the counter and my eyes are squinting but still torturously staring at the sun rays penetrating through the small gap of the curtains.

I sighed and finally closed my eyes but I heard the whispering gasps of Seokjin from the corner of my room.

I frown my eyes still closed, his voice sounds frustrating, his voice sounds irritated at something, I dont get at what, so I decided to open my eyes as soon as I heard his voice lower and him taking a deep breath, he always used to take a deep breath after a tiring call with someone.

So I just decide to walk toward him, he was holding his phone tightly, clutching in between his fingers and the sides of his eyes were crumpled in distress and the muscles of his shoulder were overly turned up and tensed.

I smoothen my hand on his shoulder blades and see him visibly slide through the tension and give out a sigh, I slide my arms around his waist and rest my head on his shoulders, giving him a smooch on his neck which makes him giggle, this was so domestic.

"What happened?" I asked slowly and carefully putting out my words, my hands sliding more tightly around his waist, to reassure him that I am always there.

Seokjin turns around with a smile, a lopsided sad smile, he hugs me, bending a little because of our height and keeping his head on my shoulder, I hear him sniff and hold me tight around my waist this time and not let go, I feel myself cradling his head on my shoulder with my hand and giving him a short peck on his hair.

"The restaurant, it got trespassed by someone" 

"Trespassed? That sounds absolutely worse, did anything valuable go?" Seokjin shook his head and pressed his forehead against mine stroking his hand smoothly on my arms, making goosebumps get the best of the maximum of my skin.

"I have to go, it's urgent" I nod because I understand, it's his restaurant, something in which he wants to reside and get his own name instead of always staying in the shadow of his mother, I kiss him one last time as we part away and goes to the bedroom to wear back his clothes.

"I will take my leave hyung, eat properly!" Seokjin said and waved at me and left the house, it feels eerily empty now, I groan, I am already putting a habit of Seokjin.

The next thing I know after that groan was running, I put on a pair of my own trousers and a sweater because apparently, it was a bit too cold at seven in the morning.

And also because I got a text from Hoseok saying I need to come over to his house, and he added an ASAP at the last, so finding no other work on my paid leave at seven in the morning, I took my jammed thirty-two years old legs for a run, instead of taking one of my cars, I have brains, and all of them are just dumb.

My lungs were huffing and my nostrils were at the worst moment of place they were in my whole lifetime, I felt like I was breathing out smoke because my whole body burnt with a newfound smoke.

I sweep my legs in a lazy walk and press the button so that the elevator comes down and takes me to the centralized AC abord of Hoseok.

I get inside the elevator and removed my mask, and breathe out a deep breath because masks don't have nozzles or pores for you to breathe that properly and it is suffocating, claustrophobic.

 I stand in front of Hoseok's door, I remember sometime in the past he had given me the key to his apartment and luckily I brought it so I dont have to have another ATP of my finger muscles go to waste and press the bell twice for him to finally open up.

I pushed the key inside the keyhole twisted it and I heard the lock open, perfect, a model turned burglar to his own friend's house.

I went inside but there was no one in the living room, got me very well confused because as far as I know Hoseok doesn't prefer sleeping on the comfy bed he has, tells it would make him forget about where he actually comes from, so the next decision or the worst decision of my life is to walk to his master bedroom and check his bathroom.

"What the hell are you doing?" I screamed and turned around when I literally found Hoseok on the seat of the toilet with a bleeding penis, he screamed out too "Cover it up, idiot!" I say not turning until I hear a towel unhang from the holder.

I heard it in the haste of nervous breath and I turned around to look at Hoseok's lower part now covered up very well "What were you thinking?" 

"I guess I was thinking of shaving in privacy," Hoseok said with pain laced in his voice as he checked beneath the towel to see if the bleeding had stopped or was any better "Why is your penis bleeding?"

"Did you just say penis instead of dick? You sound like a biology student" I hear myself when Hoseok made me realize what I just said, I am cringing.

"Why would you be shaving so early in the morning and send me a text on top of that with ASAP written over it?" I stare at him sympathetically as he blew nervous blows of breaths through the pain of his bleeding dick.

"I guess I cut a little of my dick while shaving the hair, thank you so much for caring about me, and when I send ASAP you should have come before I did this disaster"

"I dont care about your dick Hoseok, and I was with Seokjin, just wear your dress and pull your ass and come to the living room, I am serving sodas," I say and walk out of there throwing him the pair of clothes sitting still on his bed.

I take out a soda, which most preferably he keeps are Sprite bottle, taking it out and pour some of it on both of our glasses, I take the glasses with me and set them down on the tea table "Hoseok you are dumb" I say it out loud with enough disappointment on my friend "You should at least say some good stuff to take this unbearable pain away from my generational media!" he said hissing while walking outside the room.

Generational media? Hoseok is the best comedian ever when he is hurt.

"Stop your shit, gather up your straight man shit, and tell me what made you text me early at seven in the morning" Hoseok sits down with a nod of his head and winces an ouch before forwarding himself to take the glass of Sprite "Paris fashion week," he says before taking a sip from his sprite glass "Paris fashion week? What about that? Care to explain?" he gulped down the whole glass, wiped his face and kept his elbows on his thighs leaning to say something discreetly to me.

"Paris fashion week, you have been chosen to go there representing Calvin Klein" 

"Seriously? You better not be kidding Hoseok!" I said excitedly, Hoseok points with his chin to the laptop which his open and has an email on display "But why me?"

"They liked your confidence and your photoshoot, I was especially surprised in the confidence part" I shrug at his words and happily read the letter "This is like a Harvard acceptance letter for me"

"You are being dramatic" Taking the glasses he went to the kitchen and rinsed it off the sink, can we call it the best day ever?

Night is what I dread the most, because right now what I see in front of me is the most dreadful thing I have ever seen, my ex-husband's car standing right in front of my apartment building, hopefully not blocking the entry.

I refused to pick up his calls but I certainly did not expect him to stand here, I put on my mask back and slowly step forward, trying my best to not settle my eyes on his face, trying my best to not just give up and breakdown here thinking about all the harassing he had done to me in the past years.

I slowly walk, whistling through my mask, and my hands clutched tightly inside my pockets, my composure was surely not of a normal person, I take the stairs fast, my legs running and my breath fogging inside my mask as I take the stairs as soon as I reach the lobby, I dont see behind me and close my eyes and run upstairs.

Reaching my doorstep, I fumble on the keys, my hands are shaking, and my eyes are getting blurry because I dont want to fall into his trap again, I try to breathe but the mask isn't helping at all, I tear it off my face and seethe in as much breath I can "Just open goddammit" I scream through the thudding footsteps nearing my floor.

As soon as the key gets into the keyhole, I turn it with a great effort which I can put into it with shaking hands, I open the door and close the door, or rather try to close the door, because as soon as I close the door a leg just stops the door from closing.

My breath escalates as I try hard enough to apply all my pressure and lock the door even if it is hurting my ex-husband's legs.

I hear a click of his tongue and the next thing I know I am being pushed to the ground with force, I look up in horror to see his suited appearance, his eyes red with anger and his whole body burning green with a fit of jealousy I have never seen, his hair tousled and his frown turned into a menacing smile.

"So you are hiding here like a rat?" 

One question that slides through my brain at this moment is What now?

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