Jungkook slammed her on to the wall, not bothering to shield her head with his hand, and on cue, he lifts up one of her legs, hooking it around his waist as he slams his lips onto hers. His warm tongue runs along hers, intensifying the tingles that she felt electrifying her. Jung kook was rough but his roughness only seeks to turn her on even more, heating her body up.

She grasps his arms as tightly as she could and desperately began to rub her core against his semi-, feeling Jungkook getting stiffer and larger by the second. Jungkook bit down on her lip so hard, as if he had imagined that very girl in front of him now was you – Hye-ra. That thought of Jungkook’s only served to turn him on even more and he tore her dress apart, his hands circling around her heaving chest as if a predator would to his prey.

The girl whose name Jungkook didn’t even know had let out a small groan as Jungkook ripped off her lingerie, throwing her down onto the bed.

“Jungkook!” she cries.

“Shutup.” Jungkook counters. He didn’t want that girl to speak or to touch him for that would ruin the illusion that the girl he was screwing right now is you; he didn’t even want her to call his name no matter how good she felt because Jungkook had only wanted you, he only wanted you to call his name like it was the sweetest melody he had ever heard, to touch him and send the little butterflies in his tummy fluttering around.

The girl was now sprawled on his bed, . And Jungkook pulled down his zipper, taking out , and on instinct, the girl opened staring back at him, anticipating what was to come.

Her tongue swirled around his tip as Jungkook begins to inside of . He grabbed a fistful of her hair, harshly bucking into with the head of his hitting the back of .

“!” She moaned as Jungkook pulls out of and positioned himself in between her thighs, aligning to her entrance. She tried to hold back her moan as Jungkook s insides her, as Jungkook clenches his eyes and focusing himself ing into her walls, squeezing his .

Jungkook turned her around, facing her back and shut his eyes as he imagined that was you, the memories between you and him tagging along with each he had pushed into her.

As the rhythm sets between Jungkook and her, he digs his fingers onto her hips, forcing the two of them closer, so he could bury himself deeper inside her. As Jungkook hips continue slamming down to hers, he leaves rough kisses from her neck to her chest, his lips flicking and nibbling on her soft buds, causing her to groan even more.

She tries to hold back her moans as Jungkook continued his rough s inside her, covering with one of her hands as she feels the sensation increase between her legs. But her muffled screams seemed to excite Jungkook even more. Jungkook turned her around, grabbing her hand away from so he could kiss her, deepening the illusion that she was you.

The change in position had hit a bundle of nerves, making the girl groan even more. Jungkook wraps his arms around her and pounds into her with hard and fast and soon, her walls begin to tighten around Jungkook, squeezing and milking with each pump.

“Hold it” Jungkook hisses through his clenched teeth, picking up his pace, ramming even faster into her as she shamelessly screamed his name through . As much as Jungkook hated her calling his name, his primitive needs had by now taken over him. And all he wanted to do, was to release himself inside of her.

Jungkook plunges his inside of her, as deeply as he could before biting down on his lips to stop himself from groaning.

“I can’t hold it anymore!” She choked, letting her body come to a , welled up tears in her eyes as she tried to come down from the euphoria that Jungkook had given.

“ , Hye-ra ah!” Your name escapes Jungkook’s lips as he slams his entire down into her, releasing his load. He had come down from his high, but it didn’t take away the pain he felt when you tore up the marriage contract right in front of him, dismissing your relationship with him as if it meant nothing.

A slap came into contact with Jungkook’s face, but he only shrugged it away as nothing.

“I not be the most decent girl around, but calling another woman’s name in bed is a new low. Bastard.” She spat as she put on her clothes hastily whilst heading to the toilet, to clean herself up.

In fact, when Jungkook met her at a bar tonight, he had only noticed her petite frame that was similar to yours. She was nothing compared to you though, she didn’t carry class, intelligence or sassiness; in fact she was just plain easy.

Easy to chat up to, and easy to bed.

So Jungkook had just wanted to use her, to her, to get you Park Hye-ra, out of his head and to stop remembering that scenario where you tore up the contract with such sassiness, declaring the marriage void and that either of you could draft up your own divorce papers. In his eyes, that girl whom he just bedded was only as good as a toy and would never be a viable replacement for you.

As she headed towards the toilet, opening the cabinets up hoping to find a towel, she had found the neon pink diary with the words ‘Forgiving him 77 Times’ written on it, the diary that you had left behind, neatly hidden in between the towels. She wondered if Jungkook already had a girlfriend, and if he did, what was he doing cheating around with a girl like her? But from the title of the diary and the way it was hidden, she realized that it was more of a breakup diary and that you had probably gotten tired of Jungkook, and had moved on. She contemplated reading the diary or to steal it out of his house, but decided against it, trying to prove that she had better morals than Jungkook.

“I think this belongs to Hye-ra. You know, the name you called out just now. I found it neatly hidden in the toilet’s cabinet and from the looks of it, you got dumped.” She passed the diary to Jungkook scoffing at him, with hidden daggers in her voice, obviously still offended by Jungkook and his lack of apology.

Jungkook took the diary from her, with confusion glazed in his eyes while the girl let herself out of his apartment, feeling butthurt and angry that Jungkook had just degraded her in bed.

He must really like Hye-ra then.

That was the thought that had echoed itself inside of her head as she left Jungkook all alone in his big empty apartment.

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Jungkook stared at your diary and recalled the many times that he had seen you curled up against the dinner table or the sofa while writing into it, and that everytime you jotted things down inside, your face always had this intangible look of sadness.

He couldn’t understand why you would write into the diary if all it did were to give you pain and sadness. He remembered that he had asked you about it before but you had shrugged him off, saying that you merely jotted down the events of your day into it. And now that he was looking at it, he blamed himself for being so stupid and unobservant. It was written on the cover of the diary ‘Forgiving him 77 Times’ so how could it have been about the daily events on your day?

And yet, Jungkook couldn’t bring himself to read your diary. He was afraid to read what you had written inside, afraid that when he read it he’d think of you even more. And that was something that Jungkook had wanted to avoid, which was why he had even gotten involved in that one night stand earlier on. Thinking of you had only left a big void inside of his heart, a void that he desperately wanted to fill, but his ego wouldn’t let him do so.

With a cold hard stare, Jungkook kept the diary into the drawer of his bedroom table.

“Out of sight, out of mind” He told himself.

Jungkook checked the time on his phone, 11.32pm. He wondered what you were doing, and where you were staying now. Did you move back to your mom’s or were you putting up at Taehyung’s, the guy bestfriend of yours that Jungkook was always hung up about even though you had told him so many times that the two of you didn’t see each other that way.

He scrolled through his contacts, and his thumb hovered over your name, resisting the urge to call you because he didn’t want to ‘lose’ the game of calling the ex first. He wanted you to miss him as badly as he did, wanting you to call him first all because he cared about his pride and his ego.

Scrolling past your name, he dialed his best friend – Kim Namjoon instead.

Kim Namjoon wasn’t only his bestfriend, but also his colleague at work. He had been Jungkook’s best buddy during law school, especially cause Namjoon was a genius with an IQ of 147 and he had helped Jungkook throughout his entire law school period. And when Namjoon graduated, it wasn’t surprising that he had got headhunted to join Jungkook’s dad’s law firm. After all, Kim & Jeon law firm was only the best divorce & alimony law firm in town and that the pre-nuptial clauses were known to be air tight. And so, Namjoon also happened to be the only one that knew of the wedding contract between Hye-ra and Jungkook.

“Hey man.” Namjoon staggered into Jungkook’s living area clearly tipsy from whatever he had been doing just before Jungkook had called him. Jungkook gave him a knowing nod before heading to his fridge, taking out on bottle of beer for himself and then proceeded on to brew a shot of expresso for Namjoon who’s now sprawled out on his sofa, with his tie and suit in disarray. Jungkook spotted a lipstick stain on Namjoon’s pristine white collar and chuckled to himself.

“Were you, by any chance, getting some before you came here?” Jungkook cocked his eyebrow at Namjoon teasingly only to have Namjoon slurred something incomprehensible back. Holding the cup of espresso in his hand, he handed it over to Namjoon and switched on the Television to the sports channel.

“Ahh, much better.” Namjoon groaned as the bitterness of the coffee had picked him up and his apparent tipsiness was now starting to recede and he was feeling himself sobering up. The two of you sat in silence, watching the soccer game, neither was willing to strike up a conversation with the other.

Namjoon had known the exact reason that Jungkook called him over for, and he knew that Jungkook was definitely in love with you. Which was the exact reason why he had dropped whatever he was doing, just to keep Jungkook company, and that included him giving up a fun night he could have had with that lady with all the right curves who was apparently all up to getting it dirty.

But now that he was here, Jungkook was silent and awkward around him. Namjoon had referred that silence and awkwardness due to Jungkook’s inability to express what he had felt. He had realized that Jungkook would freeze up and grow uncomfortable when people pressed him about his feelings or got too personal with him, a behavior that Namjoon had never seen Jungkook behaved around you.

“Thanks bro, for forgoing your night to come here.” Jungkook’s voice was filled with gratefulness but carried a hint of guilt.

The two watched the soccer match, shouting and throwing peanuts to the screen whenever any team scored a goal. However, the shouts varied on which team scored. If the team that Jungkook and Namjoon supported scored, the shouts would be that of cheers and if the opposing team scored, the shouts would be filled with curses instead.

As time passed, the beer bottles on the coffee table grew too. And when it was half-time for the game, the beers in the apartment had run out, which gave Namjoon a free pass to boss Jungkook around.

“Yah. Why did you stock up just that few bottles of beer man?” Namjoon threw that question challengingly at Jungkook, because he knew Jungkook wouldn’t have a comeback for that.

And boy was Namjoon right. Jungkook knew damn well that you used to be the one stocking up the beer at home so that he could chill with his friends at home and ever since you left this place that used to be home for the two of you, he hadn’t been to grocery shopping, leaving the place cold and empty, as if your presence and warmth had never been present here.

“Let’s go to