Being the girlfriend of Jungkook was a dream every girl saw in the daytime. But only you knew how terrible it felt. Staying with the busy bull was like a punishment you would love to avoid. You love him so much. But in return, you get basically nothing. All the mansions, your bank account, clothes, and wealth were standing tall for you. Mocking. Making you feel smaller than them. You never asked for this... you asked for his warmth. Love. Care. Time. Days passed, and he promised he would change. But did he really? Even he knew he was failing your relationship with his bare hands. You feel like his second priority now. Something he could postpone because you didn't seem important.

The 79 time. You remembered it. 79th time when he promised you two would have dinner together and miserably broke it. The dress you were wearing 1 hour ago glittered under the moonlight coming from the window as the clock struck twelve. The table was booked for 9 pm. You stayed seated on the bed, with your phone in your hands, soaking in your tears as you scrolled through the calls he didn't pick. 108 unanswered calls. Men are never gonna be those fictional men. Those who left everything just for their love. While your boyfriend chose everything. Money. Hard work. Job. His company. His mafia world. Men who were hurt. But not you.

The main door clicked open downstairs, echoing loudly in the quiet mansion that also stood tall with a done look.