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A loud grunt escaped from his mouth as his body shuddered over you. Warm seed splayed across your stomach and lower abdomen before trickling down to your sides. His arms became too weak to support himself and slowly, he collapsed on the bed, only a few inches away from you. He shifted his back until he faced away, causing more separation between the two of you. A deep snore soon echoed throughout the large bedroom as you lay there motionless; another night of passionless love. His sweat had coated a few parts of your body and you couldn’t help but feel unworthy as if you had done something wrong. The ceiling light no longer hurt your eyes when you stared, it was the same view you had for many nights. Your body had been exposed and traversed by a man who did not deserve it, but you endured each day for as long as you could.

You rose off of the lush canopy bed and sat at the end. A box of wet wipes and your silk robe rested on top of your nearby dresser. Those were the only possessions you had in his room since there was no need for anything else. The only encounter you both shared had eroded to nothing romantic. You wiped off his white stains from your skin, shivering at the thought of his cum being on your body, before reaching for the robe and tightly wrapping it around your frame. Finally, you stood up and began to exit his bedroom. You glanced quickly at your husband before making your way to the door.

‘Disgusted’ was not the right word to describe how you felt about him. Somehow, it was stronger than that. You hurriedly enter into your own bedroom, welcomed by the fresh and familiar scent of your secluded space. Everything was neatly placed to your liking instead of the pigsty you had previously been in; you would be a fool to let him enter your room and violate your belongings. Stripping out of the robe, you exchanged it for a flimsy nightgown that you wore when you were alone. You wanted to forget tonight and each moment his wrinkled hands caressed your body, but you could still feel the tingles on your skin. After a long day of the same routine, your body eased into your own bed. The pains of today washed away the moment you came in contact with the soft cushioning. You pulled the duvet to cover your entire body as the back of your head rested against a pillow. Sleep called you closer, but for some reason, the memories of the past year had flooded back. What an idiot you were to believe every single lie that slipped out of his mouth? The warnings had been present to you, and yet the dollar signs that floated around his name enticed you.

Freshly graduated from university, luck had definitely been on your side when you were offered a job at a small yet successful, investment company in Seoul. Anyone in your position would accept the offer, surely it wasn’t a mistake. The pay was above average, the working conditions were humane, and it was quite easy to maneuver around the city. There were no red flags in the beginning, until the day you caught his attention: your boss and future husband, Kim Byung-Joo.

In the beginning, your interactions were certainly abnormal for a boss and employee relationship but you endured them. Soft compliments and light touches were his fortes. At your first company meeting, you can distinctly remember his lingering eyes on your body during your presentation and how he would always stick close to you wherever you were. After the meeting, he pulled you aside as your colleagues quickly exited the room.

“(Y/N), your presentation was a masterpiece.” He said while bringing his hand to your lower back causing you to tense under his touch.

“Thank you, Mr. Kim. I’m glad you enjoyed it.” You reached behind and held unto his hand to pull it away from your body. A fake smile plastered across your face, a facade to how unhappy you truly felt. He seemed as if he wanted to continue the conversation, which was not your intention. “I have somewhere to be tonight, hopefully we see each other tomorrow.” Before he could respond, you were already out the door, holding onto the small ounce of dignity you still had left.

There were more incidents that followed, too many for you to count, but each one held a distinct memory in your head. From the time you felt his icy stare on your exposed skin to when his fingertips lightly touched your thigh only for him to excuse it as an accident; they had all been ingrained in your thoughts. A series of back-handed compliments and strange comments about your appearance: “I’m shocked that your work actually came out good…” “That dress does your body a disservice, maybe try a shorter one next time…” Each time it happened, you swallowed your hatred and went home.

In hindsight, you should’ve reported him or at least be more upfront about your feelings towards him but that would be a treacherous task alone. Who would you report to? He was the head of the company and he definitely wouldn’t quit or take accountability. Going to the police would have been the most logical option but would you even press charges? You couldn’t afford a proper lawyer and there was no doubt that you would end up screwed over in the end.

The paycheck that satisfied your bank account was enough motivation anyways, or so you thought. You tried searching for other jobs, which was virtually impossible; no one wanted to hire a college graduate with little experience and pay her as much as you made working for him. The only option left was to save enough money until you could manage on your own for a bit before finding another job. Of course, doing so took more time and patience than you had.

Everyone in the company knew, from the janitors to the other executives working under him. Yet, no one was brave enough to address it. As if it was some unspoken secret, it gave you the suspicion that you surely weren’t his first victim. You hadn’t seen him act this way with any other employee, you were the only one. It was possible that you simply had not seen his actions with your own eyes, but the way he would ignore other women for you was surprising.

Byung-Joo was even dismissive of the women that threw themselves at him, if he could give you attention then surely he would give them the time of day. You wished for that to happen, but it never did. Whenever any other employee managed to be in the same room as you, they would scoff, roll their eyes, and walk away. Maybe it was jealousy? It was hard to find it believable that a group of young women would want to throw themselves at a man that was old enough to be their father. It wasn’t like there was much to be jealous about anyways, you would’ve gladly exchanged positions with anyone who wanted him.

It didn’t take long for things to escalate, which always happen in situations like this. Light grazes against your skin became rough fondles on your flesh. Whether other employees were in the room or not, he simply didn’t care. His arms would wrap around your body, like a serpent choking it’s prey, forcing you to be still in his arms. The mischievous smirk on his face only sickened you, almost as if he knew how compromised you were. He was well aware of how much you needed your job, and instead of treating you kindly or even ignoring you, he decided to play the cards in his favor.

As the hours passed and the workday came to an end, you suddenly called by his secretary, a neatly dressed and shy woman. When you enter the room, the door is immediately shut as Byung-Joo ushers you to the seat in front of his desk. A few grey hairs stick out of his dyed hair and your reminded of all the actions that a man over thirty years older than you has done. He pauses in is chair before he begins to speak.

“I know this is a bit sudden but thank you for coming to my office, (Y/N).” His hands anxiously twitch together as if he has something on his mind but doesn’t quite know how to express it.

“That’s fine, but... is there a reason why I’m here?” You ask him shyly, an uneasy feeling erupted as if you had already known the answer.

“I wanted to propose a sort of... promotion.” He cleared his throat as he waited for you to respond to his statement.

“Oh, what do you mean by propose?”

“I think the proper term would be a ‘transaction’ or an exchange… You see, it isn’t quite work-place friendly… you might find it a little inappropriate.” Byung-Joo shifts uncomfortably in his seat and as he finishes his sentence, you can tell that he’s planning something. “I’ve noticed something about you, (Y/N). You’ve had the opportunity to reject my advances multiple times, so why haven’t you?” He peered at you as you stared back at him visibly confused. You weren’t confused at his advances but mostly because you didn’t know how to answer.

“I- I don’t really know how to answer that question... actually, I think it’s time for me to leave, I have plans and-” Before you can excuse yourself from this uncomfortable encounter, he raises his hand and motions you to sit back down.

“I know you need this job, (Y/N)... so, I’ll offer you some extra tasks in exchange for... your company.”

“My company?” You subconsciously sit back down in the chair across his desk, curious about his idea.

“Company as in meeting with each other outside of work. If you agree to meet with me, I’ll give you a promotion. A better salary, that is what you want, right?” He peered up at you intensely as he waited for your response. Thoughts clouded your mind and you processed his words. You weren’t sure about the ‘meet-ups’ he was insinuating since the only things that interested your mind was ‘promotion’ and ‘salary’.

“Of course, but... what do you want me to do?” You asked knowing fully that every possible benefit in life came with a downside.

“My wife and I haven’t been on the best terms lately.” The fact that he had a spouse, someone who he promised to take care of and wrote vows to, yet still engaged in this type of behavior with you was quite disturbing. “We haven’t been... intimate, in a long time. You, something about you is just intriguing... far different than her.” The way he spoke sounded as if he was confessing to someone he had a long crush on. “Just give me what she could never provide, that’s all. You’ll even get the same pay as one of my executives without any of the work, what do you say?”

“Alright.” Surely you hadn’t made any mistake? Agreeing to sleep with your married boss and ignoring his wife’s emotions, if only you would know the karma that would come your direction from that error.

The affair began rather smoothly, unlike what you had anticipated. His wife was nearly never home yet his house was always precisely decorated with a cozy feeling. Hours passed quickly when you were with him, something you were sincerely happy about. Every once in a while, he would always bitterly complain about her over simple things. Her cooking, her personality, and even the way that she dressed were some of the many critiques he had of her. One thing he made sure to mention was how much better you were than she was. It always surprised you how he was comfortable degrading her yet chose to marry her. Her pictures lined throughout the whole home, she looked as if she was not far from your age. Somehow, you weren’t surprised by this seeing as how you agreed to sleep with a man that was over thirty years older than you.

Dates were frequent and almost always ended in a night of love-making. Always in the same bed that his wife slept in as well, her perfumes scented her pillow and reminded you of each night you two shared. The only words that came out of his mouth were nothing but pure praises about how much better you were than her. He must’ve thought that you had actually enjoyed each time you two had sex, truthfully, you should be awarded for your acting. He was, without a doubt, the worst lover you had ever had in all the years you lived on this planet.

He was quite unattractive and the complete opposite of your type, yet each time you would bring a smile to your face and push through the night for the sake of your wallet. For some reason, Byung-Joo had always bought you gifts ranging from designer clothing and accessories to a new luxury car that glistened in your driveway. This had simply been the lifestyle you deserved, even though your body and mentality suffered in the process. It was quite clear to the two of you that the only reason you stuck around for so long was nothing but materialistic.

Everyone in his vicinity knew about the deeds that you both committed, it was easy to tell by the stares of his neighbors whenever you were near his home. After another night, you stared up at his ceiling fan until the overhead light started to hurt your eyes. He laid silent for a few minutes as you thought to yourself, finally he spoke up.

“We’re getting a divorce.” He says bluntly and you remember not seeing a single piece of her belongings within the house when you arrived.

“Oh... why?” You replied, not that you really cared but more so because you were curious.

“We never got along. I kicked her out of the house a few days ago, so you don’t need to worry about her anymore.” He paused again before resuming his sentence. “Why don’t we marry instead?” Maybe it was your hazy mind that stopped you from thinking clearly or you were simply not intelligent enough to express how you truly felt.

And so, with a simple nod, you had sealed your fate and the consequences that would arise sooner than you had hoped. It wouldn’t be horrible, right? If his interest in you never faded, surely you had nothing to fear. Things would be the same, the only difference was that he was now your husband. How naive you were to give your life up to a man that only cared about your body. To this day, you had no idea why he asked for your hand in marriage - maybe loneliness can drive a person to that extent.

His divorce went as swimmingly as he had hoped. The only problem was separating his ties to his reluctant ex-wife. She wouldn’t budge, too afraid that she would lose everything she worked so hard to keep. You felt pity for her even as her eyes pierced daggers into your body whenever she saw you, which was now often. She knew about the entire affair and threatened to release everything to the public in hopes that Byung-Joo’s company would collapse from such a scandal. Those threats never lasted long, his lawyers said they would sue for defamation and instead she would be the one whose life had been ruined. Eventually, she gave up her fight and you hadn’t heard anything about her since that time. The only things that you heard from other neighbors had been that she lost almost all of her assets and was near bankruptcy after the divorce was finalized.

Everything had been rushed to the point where there were no other guests at the wedding, excluding a few of his friends. Your parents and other close relatives refused to come, it would be rather embarrassing for them to watch you sign away your life like this. The only person you knew that attended was your best friend, Mina, who had always been there to support you no matter what happened. People have tried to convince you, even Mina, but as stubborn as you were, you refused to listen. Even as the insults came to you, you still managed to remain firm in your decision.

In the beginning, it was rather peaceful, or so you had thought. Everything had been the same, except his former wife’s belongings had been replaced by your own. Yet, it hadn’t been long before you started to notice a few cracks in your marriage. Byung-Joo would arrive home later than normal with his clothes smelling like rosy perfume with lipstick stains on his collar. You weren’t dumb, you knew exactly what was happening since you had once been the perpetrator of infidelity as well. Maybe there was a part of you that didn’t want to believe it, for some reason you were devastated. You knew for sure that you didn’t have any romantic feelings for him, all you wanted was the lifestyle that he gave you. It was undeniable that your pride had diminished along with the respect that you had for him. Any person in your position would feel as helpless and unworthy as you did.

As the nights grew longer, his time away from you grew as well. He would return home with the sweet but nauseating scent of alcohol in his breath, stumbling into the house before collapsing on his bed. You didn’t sleep in the same bed as him anymore, it would be too much of a pain, instead, you retreated to a nearby guest room every night since. The company had gone to a complete standstill and because of that, he decided to drink all his problems away. Many of your coworkers had been laid off, you were quite lucky to be saved from the chaos that ensued until he revealed that he couldn’t even afford to keep paying you.

The little funds that he managed to secure did not go towards you or even his failing company; he fueled his alcohol addiction, gambled away most of his fortunes, and spent the rest on desperate prostitutes. You were quite surprised that he hadn’t gone bankrupt but you knew that it was near. It hadn’t been long before you were erased down to nothing but a lonely housewife in a loveless marriage.

Eventually, your sex had come to a pause too, not that you minded. Once in a while would he usher you to his bedroom to do as he pleased. He found someone else, a person that was better than you, and decided to invest his money into them instead of you. This was your karma indeed, for sleeping with a married man, only to have to same exact things happen to you. You wished that you could’ve rejected his advances but it was all too late, or was it? You didn’t know, you were too distracted by the shadow of his previous wife taunting you every day.

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Watching your life deteriorate before your eyes was quite painful. All the luxuries you obtained had vanished along with your happiness. Greed, you tried to take more than you could handle and lost everything in the process. It was all too good to be true anyways; Life isn’t a fairy tale and you should’ve used your senses before making idiotic decisions.

Alas, time was ticking. He was going to replace you sooner or later and you needed to find a way out on your own before you ended up like his previous wife, only God knows how bad you want to avoid that. Although he was going broke, he still had the resources to keep himself financially afloat. Everything had been in his name, you would lose every penny. The unfortunate part of that would be having to crawl back to the same people that disowned you after hearing about the marriage.

You needed to get out of the house, get some fresh air and keep yourself mentally sane, so you arranged for a meet-up with Mina. You were a few minutes late when you pulled up to a local café and saw her sitting on a nearby table outside. Gingerly, you approached her as her face lit up once she saw you. She stood up from her chair and pulled your body in an embrace.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in such a long time! How have you been?” Mina said once she released you from her hold.

“Honestly, I could be better.” You sat in the seat directly across from her before continuing. “I just need to talk to someone, you’re the only person I have.”

“Tell me what’s wrong, you’re not acting like yourself…”

“First, Byung-Joo is cheating on me. Normally, I wouldn’t care but… somehow, it’s hurting my self-esteem? I’m just confused.” You slumped over in your chair and lowered your head to the ground.

“You don’t care that your husband is cheating on you?” She cocked her head to the side in confusion. “That’s a little odd.”

“Mina, you’ve seen him before. I don’t think I’ve ever cared about him.”

“Then why marry him if you never had feelings?” It was a difficult question to answer, but you needed to admit to yourself how you truly felt.

“I was stupid... Oh god, I’m screwed aren’t I? Mina, he stopped paying me after his company went bust… I literally have nothing for myself.” You buried your face into your palms, on the verge of tears.

“You caused that problem for yourself, you should’ve quit while you had the chance.” Unfortunately, the truth hurts to hear but there was no lie in her words.

“Don’t you think I tell that to myself everyday? I hope I don’t end up like his last wife… I heard that she’s homeless. Could you imagine me living like that?”

“No… I honestly can’t. It’s hard to envision you living any less than you do now.”

“Exactly, you might as well start getting ready for when I move in with you…” Although it was a half-hearted joke, it was the reality that you were starting to prepare yourself for. Mina paused for a few seconds, finally she let out a small gasp and started talking again.

“(Y/N), I have a friend… I think he can help you with your problem.” She said as you eagerly perked up.

“How can he help?”

“Well, he’s really good at... comforting women.” She cleared her throat as a light blush tinted her cheeks. When she noticed how confused you seemed, she continued her sentence. “Especially the married ones, if you know what I mean.”

“You’re really implying that I should cheat?” The light bulbs in your head finally started flickering and you understood what she meant.

“No... unless you want to. He’s about your age, looks better. He’s also a personal trainer.”

“I’m not sure if that will fix any of my problems. That’ll only make things complicated.”

“I’m sure Byung-Joo never hesitated when he was around other women. Have a little fun, loosen up. I really hate seeing you so stressed.”

“Even if I did bring your little friend over, it would look weird having another man in the house…”

“Tell him he’s your personal trainer, something believable? He probably won’t even care.”

“I’m not sure… I don’t know how this will help.” Truly, you had no idea how an affair could fix any of the problems within your marriage but regardless you were still curious.

“Just give him a chance, his name is Jungkook. He’s a really nice guy, I’m sure you guys will get along fine.” And so, you replied with the very same word that sealed your fate each time.

“Alright… I won’t be sleeping with him though.” Her face lit up after she heard your approval, it was hard to believe how genuinely excited she was.

“You won’t regret anything, (Y/N)! I’ll call him and schedule something for you two, I swear you’ll be grateful for my help in the next few days.”

You were certain that you would have some regrets over this decision, like the many other bad choices you’ve made in the past year. Some relief washed over your spirit when her fingers dialed the mysterious number, almost as if you were eager.

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Your fingers nervously played with the hem of your shirt as you waited for Jungkook to arrive at your home. A few days after scheduling an appointment with him, Mina mentioned that he would finally visit today and for some reason you were quite nervous. As usual, you were alone in the house. Your husband had left early for work but you were sure he was off doing other useless things. You glanced down at your outfit; a white cotton shirt with black sweatpants and sneakers.

Modesty was exactly what you were going for, despite Mina’s persuasion. Maybe you should’ve taken that offer, but entertaining another man was not on your agenda for the time being. She could be right, you had been feeling an itch for some sort of fulfillment lately. At this point, all you wanted was company, of any sort, and a hobby to keep your mind off of your situation.

A sudden ring on your doorbell broke you from your thoughts. You hurriedly walked towards the door, adjusting your clothes in the process and inhaling sharply as you unlocked it. A gust of wind escaped through the door and you were greeted by a rather tall and well-built man peering back at you. His hair had been tied in a bun and he wore a black hoodie with sweatpants, a large duffel bag hung over his shoulder. The piercing on one of his eyebrows definitely caught you off-guard; he was certainly not what you had expected.

“You’re (Y/N), right?” Jungkook asked after greeting you at the door. You stared at him, a little dazed, before responding back.

“Yes… yes, I am. Please come inside, it’s pretty chilly.” You move out of the way for him to step in before locking the door behind you. He takes a few glances around the small entrance area, in awe of the luxurious home that he’s inside.

“Mina told me some things about you, it’s nice to finally get to meet you.” He outstretches his hand and sheepishly bows his head. You grasp onto it, your body tingles in response.

“Likewise. I wish we would’ve spoke on the phone earlier, so that this didn’t feel awkward…” Your cheeks heated up as you spoke. It was embarrassingly hard to maintain eye contact with him.

“No worries, it’s fine.” For a few long seconds silence filled the whole home until you finally decided to speak.

“Well, let me show you the fitness room…” You head a few doors down a long hallway and opened a door. Inside was a few exercise machines, mats, dumbbells, and other things you thought would be necessary. “Sorry, I didn’t have enough time to prepare. I hope these will work.”

“I can work with these, it’s more than enough.” He sets his bag on the ground and faces you. “Are you ready to start?”

“Sure, I mean I don’t really do this often so you’ll have to guide me.”

“That’s alright.” He chuckled again once more before continuing. “My favorite type of exercise is cardio, the ones that are good for the heart. We can start with those and see where we go from there.” You nod along to his words, although you weren’t quite sure what he meant. “Let’s start with some basic stretches, they’ll help loosen up your muscles. Raise your right arm and lean your body to the left.”

You do as he says, lifting your arm and stretching your body across to the left side. Your eyes close once you feel your muscles pull but a light graze against your rib cage startles you. When you open your eyes, you see that he’s moved from in front of you to behind with his finger tips resting on your clothed skin.

“Just like this, but lean a little more.” His palms press against your side and adjust your positioning. He holds you in place for a few seconds before releasing his grasp and helping you repeat on the other side. “I can tell that you definitely don’t do this often.” He jokingly says as a way to break the tension within the air.

“Really? I thought you couldn’t tell...” You replied sarcastically and returned to your original position.

“Let’s try side lunges next. Bring the front half of your body down, like this...” His hands return to your waist and lower back, this time his grip is stronger as he motions you down. “Spread your legs apart and bend your left knee.” You comply while one of his hands trail to your inner thigh and lightly pull your legs apart. He’s quite tall, his figure casting a shadow over yours. His breath softly tickled the hairs on your exposed neck and caused goosebumps to erupt on your skin. “Am I making you nervous?”

“N- No, I’m fine… what makes you think that?” You snapped your head backward to look at him, only then did you realize how close he was to your body. His chest was only a couple inches away from your back, so close that with every breath he took, you could feel the fabric of his hoodie rub against your skin. Jungkook’s lips curled into that same mesmerizing smile that pulled your soul closer to his, from this moment onward you were bewitched under his enticing spell.

“I don’t think you’ve paid attention to anything that I’m saying… you’re also trembling.” He pointed down at your shaky hands and you couldn’t help but let out a shy laugh.

“I guess I’ve been too focused on stretching…”

“I guess so too…” He backed away from your body and you could finally relax your muscles. “I’ll go over some cardio workouts we can try out together. We can start out at the basics and then move on after a few more days.”

Jungkook starts to name some exercises that you have never heard of, it’s easy to tell how engaged he is when talking about these types of things. Unfortunately for him, you were the opposite. In fact, if it wasn’t for the new abundance of male attention that you were receiving, you would’ve definitely asked Mina to cancel all of his future sessions. It was hard to explain, you weren’t interested in the activities but more so, him. You knew for sure that he was not an idiot, he also knew that you truly had no passion for anything that he was teaching you. Just like all the other women he would have as his “clients”, their only motivation to continue was because of him.

The light touches on your body were welcomed, as if he wanted to handle you with care. His fingers weren’t serpents lusting after your flesh, there was no sexual intent behind his actions. It was a change, which is why you never complained when his body came in contact with yours. This was your ‘comfort’ and proof that such a thing could exist after months of being used for someone else’s enjoyment. Slowly and gradually as the hours passed, you became more open. Only to an extent, but your newfound interaction had awakened something inside of you that was lost for so long.

He was always patient with you and never felt any anger at each mistake you made. If anything was wrong, he was there to help. Whether he had to take care of other things or not, his attention always remained on you. At first, it was hard to believe — who could blame you for having doubts? — but it was quite easy to see how much care he had for you, even if you were merely a client. The self-esteem within your spirit that had been eroded by mistreatment and infidelity had begun to fill itself again and reminded you that you were still desirable and wanted by other people.

Finally, the two hours that you scheduled to have with him were up. You were barely covered in any sweat, mostly because you hadn’t tried as hard as you should’ve. Regardless, he seemed appreciative of your efforts and the change in your demeanor over such a short amount of time. He retrieved his things and headed for the front door, your feet hurriedly trailed behind him as he began to unlock it, for some reason he stopped in his tracks and turned around to face you.

“It was nice working with you… don’t be afraid to text me if you need anything, my phone is always open.” He bowed shyly to you once more after he spoke, his fingers clutched to the doorknob as if he never wanted to leave.

“Y- Yea, I definitely will…” Your hands went behind your back and clasped tightly together while you anxiously swayed your body.

“Hopefully, we get closer over time. I’m interested in getting to know you, (Y/N)… I’ll be heading out now.” He closed the front door behind him as he exited, you checked the lock on the door and peeked outside to see him walking towards his car.

As soon as his car left from outside your home, a thumping beat in your chest wouldn’t flee. It was hard to admit, but you wanted him to stay longer with you and give you the attention that you deserved. You wanted his presence around to break you from the dull life that you were plagued with. Whether or not he was your savior, you weren’t sure, but you were almost certain that he was an escape and an experience that you wanted more of. It was a common story line; a lonely housewife being enticed by another, more youthful man. It was hard for you to understand how weak your heart was, it only took one encounter for you to miss him.

The only way to solve your separation was to invite him over more, a quick solution – or so you thought. And that was exactly what you did, words couldn’t describe how happy Mina was when she heard the news. The sort of joy that left you feeling uneasy, but you pushed those emotions down as much as you could. She is your friend, one of your only friends, there was no way that she would betray you. It was hard to even picture such a scenario happening, her loyalty had cast away any doubts. You always had her pass on messages to him, she preferred things this way and you were too shy to do so. Nonetheless, you were grateful to give him a chance, even though you were still wary. Mina always said that it was nothing to worry about but you couldn’t help being careful around people because of your history, common sense had convinced you that it was something more. It was far too late to listen to it now…

It turned from once-a-week sessions to nearly every weekday. Two hours after Byung-Joo left the home, he was always on time. Showing up at your door and ready to give you the companionship that you desperately wanted. There was never a moment when he denied you of your feelings even if it was completely unprofessional at times. When you were too upset to work out because of your marital problems, he pulled you aside, brewed you warm tea, and offered helpful advice. When your husband spent a holiday away from you to have fun with other women, he showed up to your home with a bouquet of roses and a heartfelt poem about how much of a wonderful person you were. If only the two of you met before any of this happened, how happy you would’ve been to know someone like this. There wasn’t much that you could do, for the time being, the withered silver band on your ring finger held you back from doing anything you would regret later.

It was quite cute to watch how nervous he would become whenever you expressed some interest in him. Even the slightest squeeze on his bicep and he would melt right in front of you, blushing heavily and timidly avoiding eye contact. Risqué clothing was another one of your fortes; presenting yourself to him in a tight black sports bra and shorts that clung to your ass perfectly. Jungkook tried his best to be a gentleman and not stare at your supple sweaty skin, only failing a few times. It could’ve been the innocent blush across his face whenever he noticed these things, always seeming as though he wanted to return the favor but never knowing how to.

At times he would lose focus, only for you to ask him if “everything was fine?” Almost as if you were completely nonchalant about your behaviors and didn’t realize the effect that you had on him. Of course, it was all intentionally done; watching him squirm around to control any of the demons inside of him from overflowing. Jungkook’s jaws would clench tightly and his eyebrows would furrow ever so often, a clear sign that whatever you had been doing to him was frustrating, and working in your favor. To feel genuinely adored, it was an intoxicating emotion and unfortunately, just like all the other times before, you were too greedy.

After another two hours of your relentless teasing, he decided to linger around your exercise room for a few extra minutes with no intention of leaving. It was another unexpected change, he stared around the room almost as if he wanted to be in your presence a few minutes longer and you finally realized that the feelings between the two of you were now mutual. For the whole session, he refused to leave your side, even if the workouts had now become easy for you to manage on your own. It was apparent that he had some thoughts running through his mind and you wanted to know desperately about them. He watched as you drank some cold water, a single drop trickled down your chin and to your cleavage, disappearing right before his eyes. You could sense his hungry gaze on your body and without thinking clearly, you uttered unimaginable words.

“It’s a shame that I’m married...” You said to yourself not knowing that he heard every single word that slipped out of your mouth.

“I’m glad we’re on the same page.” He mumbles under his breath, and just like him, you heard everything. At first, you were quite taken aback, but that all disappeared once you noticed how he spoke truthfully. “You’re a beautiful person, I wouldn’t want to intrude on your marriage.”

“It wouldn’t be intruding if we got to know each other…” You took a few brave steps closer to him until you were just inches away from his chest. His head lowers as if he’s in deep thought once again, divided on how he should react. A quick peek at your eyes and he wished he never looked as the most inviting gaze was cast upon his body. Finally, his hand firmly wraps around your arm and travels downwards until it reaches your fingers, he stays like this for a few seconds before responding.

“I thought you wanted to stay away from that.” The same infectious smile spread across his lips, a few strands of hair covered his eyes but showed enough for you to see him scanning over your exposed skin. Without realizing, your fingers intertwined with his own.

“Maybe I’ve changed my mind…” Suddenly, you broke your hold on his hand and exited the room, light but noticeable footsteps could be heard from behind you, not even caring that some of his things were still there. You stopped in front of your husband’s bedroom, which you tidied earlier today, and stared up at him while he still came to you as if he was a lost puppy. He knew the layout of your house pretty well, as you had given him a quick tour and access to some of your belongings yet he was unfazed when he noticed where you had stood in front of. “My two hours are up, you can leave if you want or… stay and give me some comfort…” Your body pressed against the hardwood door as you toyed with the doorknob, awaiting his answer.

“I’ll definitely stay…” Immediately after those words left his mouth, your lips collided with his as your arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders and neck to pull him close to your body. His fingers reached behind to unlock your husband’s door before raising you off the ground and taking you inside. A few seconds into the kiss, and you felt him gently place you on the bed before pulling away.

From the moment your lips met each other, you forgot about everything: the infidelity, your husband, his disappearing wealth, the possibility of divorce. It was almost like an escape from your troubling reality, a drug that you would soon be hooked on. Jungkook’s body hovered over yours briefly before you reached upwards and pulled him back towards you. His tongue licked the sweet lip gloss off your lips and begged for permission, which you happily gave. His sharp teeth sank into your moistened lips drawing blood as you winced in pain under him. His tongue excitedly explored every corner of your mouth, as he pulled away a string of saliva connected between the two of you before breaking. After some time, his lips moved from your own and traveled down to your exposed neck, peppering kissing along your soft skin. Occasionally, he would bite harshly until a metallic taste covered his tongue once again before sucking and ingraining marks on your neck. For a brief moment, you wondered how you would explain those to your husband but once you felt his wet tongue glide across an extremely sensitive part on your neck, you simply didn’t care anymore.

His fingers hook around the straps of your sports bra before eagerly pulling the material over your shoulders and tossing it on another part of the bed. During this, he broke the kiss for a few seconds as his tattooed hands wandered around every crevice of your exposed body. Gently squeezing and massaging your mounds in his large hands before stopping at your buds and lightly rubbing them between his fingers. Your hands left his shoulders and slipped under his fleece hoodie, delicately grazing over his sides and feeling his hardened abs. A light moan escaped from your mouth as you felt his fingers toy with your chest while his free hand tugs at the waistband of your shorts and underwear until both pieces of clothing are down your legs.

He softly pulls your legs apart, the cold air causes your sensitive core to shiver. You notice him pause for a few seconds to admire the sight in front of him before leaning his head downwards. A few kisses on your inner thigh was enough to cause a soft throb deep in your glistening entrance. The pads of his fingers draw small shapes on your skin, a clear sign that he’s taking his time and teasing you tremendously in the process. His thumb moves to the hood of your clit, rubbing it in a circular motion before finally pressing his tongue against your opening and dragging it across. Your fingers immediately tangle within his hair while your hips grind against his face, you push your head deeper into your husband’s pillow. The scent of his strong cologne is coated on it, a sense of guilt should’ve spouted from your spirit but it was absent – already fulfilled by another man.

His tongue glides across your folds a few more times while his thumb increases its pace. He glances upwards to gauge your reactions and once he sees the pure bliss on your face he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. The few moans that flew out of your lips were enough motivation for him to continue. He removed his thumb from your bud, you missed the motion but became relieved when he replaced it with his mouth. His tongue lapped over your sensitive clit, catching any of your essence that threatened to seep onto the bed sheets. Savoring your taste as if he had been longing to try; you had been too hypnotized by his tongue to notice two slender fingers pressing on your opening before plunging inside.

“O- Oh, Jungkook... Fuck!” Enveloping around your pearl as his fingers explore your wetness, searching for your most delicate areas. His teeth grazed along the skin of your folds and nipped at your bud once more as sinful moans spewed from your mouth, a reminder that you would be undone soon. He was quick to take notice of your clenching walls and dripping cunt, increasing the pace of his fingers. You could feel him smile against your heat as if pride had swelled within him.

“He never did this to you, I can tell...” His fingers brushed against your spot causing your back to arch while you squirmed around under him. Toes curling and fingers desperately trying to claw at whatever lay around the bed, he was somewhat amazed at how beautifully your body reacted to him. “That’s it, just relax... come for me, baby.” Soon, a foreign wave of heat pooled towards your lower stomach from his angelic voice. One last moan escaped from your mouth, his name, while his fingers helped you ride out your orgasm. Only time can tell how long it had been since you had someone else bring you over the edge. There was something mysteriously empowering about having another person give you something that no one else has been able to provide. That must be the allure of infidelity; receiving pleasure from someone because your lover fails to do so on their own. This was the first time, but definitely not the last time, you had ever had an orgasm on this bed.

As your walls convulsed around him, a sticky clear substance coated them, something you hadn’t seen in a long time. Although the aftershocks still riddled your fragile body, you were still aware enough to notice him begin to peel his hoodie off his body. For a brief second, you were too enthralled by his toned biceps and spasming core to stop him. You sat up on the bed and reached out to grasp onto his arms before he could remove anymore clothing. “N- No! Not here... not on his bed...” You weren’t sure where this sudden wave of guilt came from since you definitely hadn’t felt this way a few moments ago. Maybe you were too lost in the moment, but you couldn’t risk your husband finding out about this – not when your situation was dependent on his actions. Besides, too many bad memories and decisions had been made on this bed.

Jungkook seemed a little disappointed, perhaps thinking that you refused to continue committing sins with him. Yet his sadness diminished as he felt your arms wrap around his shoulders, instinctively his hands pulled your legs around his slim waist. He knew the layout of your home very well, even snooping around different rooms on his own merit, unbeknownst to him that you were aware of his behavior. He carried you bridal style to one of the few bathrooms that only you occupied. As your feet landed on the marble floor of your shower, you stared up at him in confusion.

“Why are we here?” You ask as he releases his hair from the tight bun and sheds off the rest of his clothing. Your eyes wander downwards on their own to his length while your face began to heat up, almost as if you’re too embarrassed to look. Only a meager glimpse, but you could tell for sure that he had surpassed any of your other partners which caught you quite off guard.

“He won’t notice anything in here... unless you want me to stop.” He paused in his tracks suddenly and awaited your response. In that space of time, you contemplated for a few seconds, was it really a crime for you to have fun on your own? Finally, you gave him a small nod before tugging him inside with you. You turned on the shower, adjusting it a few times until warm water sprayed on your skin. With your back faced towards him his hands caressed your shoulders, trailing downwards until they reached your sides. He pulled your body towards him, having your bare skin brush against his chest, just as he had done the first day that you two met. The pads of his fingertips rubbed against you clit and spread your juices around your folds. Subconsciously, your head tilted to the side allowing him to lean down and press his lips on your wet neck. His hard member rubbed against your ass, trying to relieve himself with some friction against your skin.

Gently, he pushed you towards the tile wall until your back arched enough for him. His hands hold your hips in place and help you sink down onto his length. More impure language spewed from your mouth as warm water trickled on your back. Nails dug into your skin causing pain to erupt in those areas, he tried his best to hold back for as long as he could. There was nothing that would stop him from enjoying this moment; truthfully, all he wanted was you all for himself, from the moment he heard Mina mention you, an indescribable emotion flared up within him.

His hips rocked against you at a tender pace, unlike anything you had been used to before, allowing you to properly experience every inch of his thick cock. Jungkook tried to fight off any temptations to completely indulge in your body and fuck you any way that he wanted, but he was quite scared to do so; maybe you would run off in fear and never want to speak to him again. After all the work he had done and all the patience he had, he couldn’t let you slip away from him. His time was running thin, he didn’t know when he would lose his restraint. Endless teasing and light-hearted jokes to each other, everything had boiled over past the point of return. His length fit perfectly into your entrance, almost as if it had been made for you specifically.

“F- Faster..!” You managed to choke out after you became too used to the soft speed. His hips immediately began to quicken as soon as he heard your command. Breathy moans from the two of you echoed throughout the large bathroom accompanied by the sound of skin colliding with each other. Steam covered the glass doors but you weren’t sure if it was the immense body heat radiating or the temperature of the water.

His fingers harshly wrapped around your fragile neck and pulled your body to his. He tilted your face backwards until you could look upwards and see his eyes peering back at you. The water cascaded down your chest and wet his long hair. A few drops ran down his face while his mouth remained agape with each moan that came out of it. His fingers tightened on your neck but for some reason you didn’t mind, your thoughts became so hazy and soon it was even hard for you to breathe in any air. Deep down, he wished that you wouldn’t touch any of the bruises he made, he wanted Byung-Joo to see them all. He wanted it to be obvious, to any passerby or anyone else that knew your business, you might’ve had your husband’s last name but he was the only one that you belonged to. Instinctively, your eyes clenched tightly together as his hips snapped deep thrusts into you. A familiar shallow breathing filled your ears and you could tell that he was quite close. His grip became weak and he could no longer keep his head up, instead nuzzling it in the crook of your shoulder as if he wanted to rely on you. It wasn’t much, but for some reason it felt quite intimate — surrendering his body to you, just as you did to him.

One final thrust and he swiftly pulled out of you just in time, still holding you close to him, and releasing his seed over your lower back and ass. It didn’t take long for the water to wash away all of it off your body. Silently, you prayed that all of your other acts would have disappeared along with it. Just as he said, there was no way that your husband would even realize.

Jungkook stayed like this for a few minutes, desperately holding onto you as if you would leave him. There was no possibility that you would do that, the only thing you yearned for was this sort of affection. Not someone who would leave your side the moment that their own needs were fulfilled, but someone who could keep you in their arms and show you love afterwards. He ushered you to turn around and face him: his hair had been drenched, droplets of water coated his skin while chest still rose and lowered. His lustful expression was now gone, replaced by a quite relieved and elated one. You smiled up at him, wanting to say more to him but not quite knowing exactly what to say.

Suddenly, he extended his arm outwards and hovered his hand over one of your breasts. Before you could question his behavior, he pressed his hand onto your mound. At first, you thought he wanted to try for another round, but it was already too late for that. Only then did you realize that his hand remained deep enough to feel the quick pace of your heartbeat. You weren’t sure why, but you were compelled to do the same; your hand reached upwards and stopped at his pectoral before resting on the muscle and feeling another heartbeat as well. The rhythmic pulse on the two of you was nearly identical or unnaturally similar to the point that it frightened you. Pull away, you wanted to retreat but you were too bewitched to do so.

The steam of the shower and the heat from your love-making fogged the mirrors and the glass. Too cloudy for you to see and too dense for you to breathe. As your hands removed from each other, the room engulfed your spirit and the contents that wanted to spill out. Something had blossomed from this moment but you wouldn’t dare find out what it was.

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It would be a lie for you to deny that you wanted it all to continue. You tried to keep yourself from doing such a thing but, alas, it was too difficult for you. It went on for weeks, each session would end in a round of passionate love-making. At first, it was discrete, only occurring in places where you were sure Byung-Joo would never notice, but your attempt at hiding it had disappeared along with your guilt. Even becoming daring enough to do unspeakable acts on his bed, only to change the sheets and freshen up the room to remove the sweet smell of sex. At some point, it became more obvious that you were now having an affair; from your sudden joyous behavior that replaced your usual frown, he had no clue. He would always return home with the same smell of lavender perfume and lipstick stains on his shirt, now hickies, bite marks, and bruises covered your skin and he seemed to have no care in the world.

If anything, he seemed more upbeat than usual. One night, you overheard him on the phone with one of his executives in his office. His desk was covered in bottles of opened alcohol, some had been empty, he wasn’t drinking out of sadness but more so because he was happy. He mentioned that the company had finally begun to improve again, only God knows how since he was on the brink of bankruptcy months ago. Finally, after a financial drought, he managed to concur enough funds and make a few successful business deals. He spent the whole night in his office, not even bothering to share the good news with you. In fact, you had barely seen him for the past few days. Only having quiet meals together, was the only ‘time’ spent between the two of you. If it wasn’t for Jungkook, you would’ve surely gone insane by now.

After one round of intimacy, you two cuddled up together on your husband's mattress, ruining the brand new sheets that you put on earlier that day. A few minutes passed and you decided to break from his hold and exit the room, only to return later with a few drinks in your hands. Jungkook sat up in the canopy bed and admired your naked figure before taking a tulip glass and pouring himself some exotic champagne. You returned to his warm body with your own glass of the fizzy liquid and rested your head on his shoulder.

“For someone that’s had things given to them, you have a hard time being grateful...” He said as he sipped his drink, his hand rested on your head and massaged your temple.

“People with everything are never the happiest.” Your body relaxed into his own, the faint sound of his beating heart was enough to lull you to sleep.

“So tell me, how did you even end up here? You’re young and he’s well... old.” He let out a quiet chuckle as if he was joking, but you knew better, he was genuinely curious about your history.

“I was young and dumb. I still am, actually. If it wasn’t obvious already, it’s a shitty marriage. He left his poor wife to be with me and the funny thing is now I’m in her shoes.” You could feel his body shift under yours, he was quite shocked to hear your revelation.

“You mean he’s cheating on you?”

“Yes... some bitch that I don’t know. Who cares anyways?” Untangling your arms from his body, you pulled away and sat up next to him. “I know my life is already screwed, I don’t have anyone... I gave up so many things and upset people, especially my family. They were so ashamed of me... I haven’t spoken to them since the wedding...” A years worth of tears began to cascade down your face after being held inside for so long. His arms pulled your body back to his and trapped you in a warm embrace. “They just look down on me like I’m a money-hungry bloodsucker... I never had the courage to tell anyone the truth.”

“Don’t say those things, there are people that care about you... Mina and I, we’re your friends, we would never betray you.” His thumb wiped the tears away from your cheeks. “What happened?”

“He used to be my boss and, at first it was bearable, but then he started taking advantage of me and touching me in places I never felt comfortable with. I didn’t know who to tell and I didn’t want to be fired. It was a rough time for me, I needed the money so I stayed. One night, he proposed that he would pay me more under the condition that we had relations outside of work. I didn’t think he meant much, so I agreed. I know I’m an idiot for going along with it. People don’t realize that I felt hopeless at the time and made decisions that I thought wouldn’t be any harm...”

“It’s not entirely your fault but you should’ve reported him to the authorities and quit. You can always divorce him, just leave him. Look at all the pain he’s caused. You have me, I can take care of you.”

“N- No. That’s not a good idea...” For the first time, he was able to fully reveal his feelings about you only for you to crush his confidence and reject him. Jungkook pulled away from you in disbelief and you begin to miss his touch.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m not as low as him. A relationship with you wouldn’t be healthy...” It was a harsh reality to admit but you were afraid of the complications from being in an entanglement with him.

“Am I a bad person? One thing I know is that I’ve done more for you than he has in a year.”

“That’s not what I mean... Look, Jungkook, you’re an amazing person but I just don’t want to make things harder for me. You can understand that, right?” His face contorted in an unrecognizable look of disappointment and anger, surely one of the only times he’s ever made you feel scared.

“I thought you had self-respect but you’re no better than him. What does he have that I don’t? This whole time, you’ve just used me. You’ve used him too... I can’t help you if you won’t even help yourself.”

“You wouldn’t understand, I’m sorry. It’s best if we stop doing this. I think you should leave...”

“I was already planning on doing that.” He rose off the bed and quickly dressed before leaving the room, you didn’t bother showing him the exit since he already knew where to go.

It was supposed to a no-strings-attached sort of arrangement. You weren’t meant to have feelings for him and he was held under the same expectations. But why did you feel a heavy pain in your chest when he was no longer beside you? Why did you miss having his arms wrapped around your body? Those feelings only deepened when you heard his car drive away into the night, far away from where he needed to be.

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For the rest of the day, Jungkook’s words replayed in your mind. Maybe it was his absence that was truly impacting you, there was no other explanation for how disturbed you felt. The same routine happened again today; you made Byung-Joo breakfast, tidied the house, and found some activities to do that could fill your time until he came home. Until the past few days, Jungkook was not present and your heart felt empty as if something had been ripped away from you. The suffocating silence within the house was enough to drive you mad but now that you didn’t have a single soul here with you, it had become much worse. Your demons of shame and guilt spread throughout your body and nearly consumed you whole; just as he said, you didn’t care about your husband at all and only the numbers in his bank account. The only thing that he was wrong about was you using him, in fact, you had now depended too much on him. Today was the day you would try to fix your problems.

The night came rather quickly, darkness covered most of the home. His dinner had been plated and left on the dining table along with your own. He unlocked the front door and was greeted by the fresh aroma of a home-cooked meal. For the first time in a while, he arrived home quite early and seemed to be in distress. He noticed you in the kitchen but didn’t greet you, instead he threw his briefcase on the ground by the door and hastily walked over to the dining table. You made his favorite dish, it was the last time he would have the pleasure of eating it. Byung-Joo sat in the chair directly across, and farthest, from you. Soon, you joined him at the table and watched as he feasted.

“Who is she?” You suddenly asked, this was the first time you and your husband had exchanged words in the past few days. To your surprise, there was no perfume scent on his clothes or lipstick stains on his clothes.

“Who are you talking about?” He stopped and stared back at you, it was easy to notice that his own demons were starting to show in him as well.

“The woman you’ve been sleeping with. Or is the better question who are they?”

“How did you find o- out?” Byung-Joo stumbled over his words as if he was drunk, but there was something definitely off. Usually, if you spoke this way, he would curse at you and maybe even threaten to hit you, but now he remained still and frightened.

“I’ve known for a long time, I’m not dumb. Let me guess, you’re going to wander off and leave me for her?” He peered up at you wide-eyed and like a deer headlight, he had a secret and it was only a matter of time before it was revealed. “You look like you have something to say, you might as well tell me before I found out.”

“She’s pregnant.” He waited for you to respond but you simply had nothing to say, he decided to cheat and it was his own fault for creating another problem.

“You should gather the divorce papers and take care of your problem, I’m done.” His pleas for you to stay went unnoticed, you gathered all of your pre-packed belongings and headed straight for the front door.

You hurriedly walked towards your car before unlocking the driver’s door and climbing inside. Everything happened unexpectedly, you weren’t sure what to do. There was no cash on you meaning that you would have to sleep over at someone’s house for the night, there was no way that you were staying anywhere near Byung-Joo’s home. There were only two options for where you could possibly go, and you were quite certain that one of those individuals wanted nothing to do with you. You pulled out your phone and began to dial Mina’s number, praying that she would answer. As soon as you heard her familiar voice on the other end you let out a sigh of relief.

“Mina, it’s me. Listen, I just told him I wanted a divorce. I walked out of his house but I have nowhere to go, can I stay over? Just for tonight.” You frantically said on the other end, hoping that she would have some mercy on you.

“(Y/N), I’d love to but I’m really busy right now. I have some family business to handle, I’m really sorry...”

“Please, Mina! I already told Jungkook to leave me alone, he won’t want to see me...”

“Speaking of him, he wanted to apologize for saying those things yesterday and getting upset. He really misses you, (Y/N). I think you should give him a chance once the divorce has been finalized.”

“He told you everything that happened?”

“Yes, he did. I hope that’s not a problem for you. We’re quite close and share things with each other.” Although you wanted to ask her more questions, you did not have much time to chat with her on the phone and you desperately wanted to be far away from your husband.

“Fine, it’s alright. Just send me his address, I guess we’ll talk later.” She said her goodbyes before hanging up the phone. A few minutes later and she text you his residence along with some other details that you didn’t have time to read.

You switched the ignition of your car on before beginning your journey to his home. Along the way, you weren’t sure how you would ask him to let you spend the night. He might have felt upset, just as Mina said, but you were ready to prepare yourself to sleep in your car if it ever came down to that.
His neighborhood was definitely similar to your own, you pulled up into an empty parking space and parked near a small home that was supposedly his. When you looked into his home, you noticed that his car had not been parked inside his driveway. You pulled out your phone once again and dialed his number, he answered the phone surprisingly quick and greeted you.

“Hey, it’s me... Um, Mina gave me your address. I got into some problems I was wondering if I could spend the night?”

“Yea, sure... but I’m not home. I’m only a few blocks away. You’ll see me when I’m there, I need to hang up for now.”

After a few minutes of waiting, you heard the sound of a horn in your direction. His familiar car came into view, you could recognize it from miles away since you had spotted it out of your bedroom window many times before. He pulled into his driveway and parked his car. As he stepped out of the vehicle, you noticed that he was dressed in all black, even wearing a dark face mask that covered more than half of his face. He wore his long hair down and had his hoodie on, both covering his eyes. You stepped out of your car and waved to him, an uncontrollable smile spread across your face; there you were, smiling like an idiot in front of him. As you walked closer to him, it was easier to make out his appearance.

“That’s a little odd to wear at night, you look like you’re about to steal something...” You joked to which he just laughed, in an uncomfortable manner.
“Don’t think too much about it... Let me take you inside.” He unlocked his front door and escorted you inside. His home was small, at least in comparison to your house, but still decorated quite well. It gave you a familiar, homey feel like you had been to this place before. You hadn’t even made your way into the whole home before you realized that the whole house mirrored yours, it wasn’t perfect but it was obviously inspired by your home. He motions you to sit on the couch in his living room, almost the same color as the couch in your living room. “So, what brings you here at this hour?”

“I listened to your advice. I’m sorry for being stubborn...” Admitting your faults was harder than you imagined it to be, but still, you wanted to find some closure. “I left him, just like you said. After thinking about things, I realize now that I do have feelings for you. It’s not sexual, it’s something deeper than that. It was weird, it started from the minute I saw you...” It was hard for him to hide his eager smile; of course, he would be happy, this was exactly what he wanted. His hand rested on top of yours, gently caressing your soft skin.

“I wasn’t expecting that, I thought you still hated me...” The truth was that he knew you would come running back to him, even if he had to pull a few strings to get things his way.

“I never hated you, how could I? If it wasn’t for you, I’m not exactly sure where I would be right now.”

“I’m happy to hear that... You know, now that you’re not tied to him, why don’t we try something? We can go out for drinks tomorrow and you can stay here as long as you’d like.”

“I’d love to do that but I still have to figure out some stuff first. My things are still at his place, I have to get our divorce papers ready, I might have to hire a lawyer-”

“I don’t want you talking about him again.” His grip on your hand tightens and leaves indents on your skin, the smile he once had wavered. “He’s in the past now. Only focus on me, okay?” You simply nodded along to his request, it was odd, but you weren’t sure how else to respond to him.

His hand reached to the back of your neck, pulling you closer to his face. Jungkook leaned down and planted a kiss on your forehead before placing another kiss on your lips. Different than any of the others he’d given you, this one contained nothing but desperation and a desire for you to open yourself up to him. He deepened the kiss, roughly invading and fighting to control you whilst you submitted to every touch he brought to your body. He gently pushed your body until you rested on the couch. His hands held tightly on your wrists, forcing them above the sides of your head, only pulling away to admire your helpless body. Soon, you were too enchanted by his spell to notice any other warnings that night.

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A warm yet soft duvet covered your naked body as the morning light glared through his windows. You glance around the room, thinking at first it was your own room and the events of last night were all a dream, yet, something was off. The size of the room was smaller but the comforter and even the window blinds were an exact replica of your own bedroom at Byung-Joo’s home. You looked down at your body once more and each detail came flooding back. This was Jungkook’s home, so why was every single area of the room a reminder of your own? As usual, you two made love that night. Looking back at it now, you should’ve rejected his advances from the beginning. Your mind became so hazy, you couldn’t focus on anything; the only thing you could think about was him, pleasing him.

Your clothes were scattered throughout the room, every piece of clothing had been tossed on flooring that looked just like yours. You rose off of the bed and hastily put on each of the materials before opening the bedroom door. The scent of coffee and breakfast from the kitchen filled the whole living room. Jungkook sat on the couch playing a mobile game on his phone, his food rested on his coffee table alongside your own plate and a cup of coffee. The moment he heard the door shut behind you his head snapped backward and lit up when he saw you come out of the room. He immediately came off of the couch and pulled you into a long embrace.

“You’re finally awake, I made you some breakfast.” He proudly pointed towards the coffee table expecting you to be amazed at his cooking skills but all you did was shove him away from you.

“It’s fine, I’ll pick up something to eat after I come back.” You tried to walk past him but his threatening voice stopped you in your tracks.

“Where are you going?” He reached out to hold onto your arm but you pulled away just before he could.

“I already told you, I have to go back home and speak to Byung-Joo.”

“I thought I told you not to say his name anymore.”

“Jungkook, he’s still my husband until all the paperwork is filed. I need to go back and get some things.” His irritated expression instantly began to soften, like a realization came to his mind. He took a step backward and returned to his seat on the couch.

“You’re right. Go ahead. You did leave him a little heartbroken last night.”

“Alright... I’m leaving now.” He didn’t do much except smile smugly up at you. It caught you quite off-guard since he was always persistent in having you listen to him but he gave up quickly.

You quickly left the strange environment, a certain aura in the air left you feeling quite uneasy. As you drove back to your husband’s home, your body refused to shake that strange feeling. There was something that he knew and refused to tell you, why else would he let you leave without challenging you first? It was all too much to think about, you were already stressed about your encounter with him and didn’t want any more things to worry about. When you arrived at the large-scale property, you noticed that his car was still in the driveway. In fact, all the lights had been left on just as they had been last night.

You entered the home, tiptoeing your way inside. The faint smell of your dinner still saturated the air inside. Your untouched dinner and his partially eaten meal were still in the dining room, he’s really too much of a slob to clean up his own food? Eerily quiet, the only sound you could hear was your soft footsteps against the hardwood floor. Maybe he was in his bedroom? Or busy in his study? None of those possibilities seemed logical, he always went to work around this time. He was probably drunk in the kitchen, where he stored all of his alcoholic drinks. You walked in the direction of the kitchen until you saw a hand in your peripheral vision. You were right, he was passed out drunk again, just as he did many times and you began to walk closer to him.

The sound of wet yet thick liquid broke you from your thoughts. A glance downwards and a crimson puddle was the only thing you could see. The blood trailed downwards until it reached his lifeless corpse. Your eyes widened in horror yet no sounds came from your mouth, a few more cautious steps away from his body and your stomach began to churn. A deep gaping hole had been cut through his chest, breaking right through his rib cage. His body was perfectly intact excluding the fact that he had been missing his heart. His veins had been cut through, blood still oozed out from the opening. Usually, tan and vibrant skin had turned into a ghostly blue pigment, all the live was drained from his body and onto the ground.

You were frozen, unsure what to do when a sudden call broke you from your thoughts. Jungkook’s caller ID showed on your screen and you wasted no time trying to answer it. His frantic voice echoed through the speaker, he sounded as if he was somewhere outside.

“(Y/N)! You have to come quick, it’s urgent!” He said before hanging up the phone on you. You were conflicted; would you leave your already dead husband’s side or run home to Jungkook? Without much thought, you began to walk toward the exit of the door, making sure the wipe his blood off of your sneakers as you left.

Exiting his home as if nothing had ever happened and entering your car to drive back. You didn’t know why you left him there, he was already dead anyways, there was nothing for you to reep from him anymore. He was simply of no value, only to the insects that would feast on his decomposing body. As you reached Jungkook’s home again, you walked passed his car, clearly seeing the red spots on his driver’s seat. Air hitched inside your throat, you didn’t want to believe it so you kept walking. He opened the door and pulled you inside once he saw you park by his home.

There was nothing urgent about his demeanor, he seemed very relaxed once he saw you. Your eyes finally noticed a strange, barely visible red stain on his clothing. He started to speak but suddenly stopped once he noticed you staring at his attire, he looked down at the spot and a quiet menacing laugh flowed through his throat.

“Ah, you noticed… I guess I should’ve changed out of these before you came home.”

“W- What is that?” You took a few steps away from him as he watched how frightened you became.

“His blood.” He said in the most passive tone. There was no way, he had been with you the whole night until the early morning. You didn’t want to believe but it was right in front of your eyes. “I killed him this morning when you were sleeping.” You wanted to run out of the house, but it was too late. “Don’t be scared, I did it for you… he’s gone now, he won’t hurt your feelings anymore.” He tried to reach out to you but you flinched and took more small steps away from him, in fear that you were next.

“Don’t touch me, you’re fucking crazy, I’m calling the c- cops!” You fumbled through your pockets for your phone until he started speaking again.

“Your fingerprints are all over the house, you were the only other person that was with him. I won’t defend you if you call them.” Jungkook’s eyes trained on your movements, there was no point in calling the police since you were an immediate suspect. “I don’t think you ever loved him, I’m sure if you had the chance you would’ve killed him already. Some wives are willing to do that, you know? Some are cold-blooded murderers.”

“No! That’s not true, I- I do care about him! I wouldn’t have killed him..!” You brazenly lied to him, you weren’t ashamed but all you could think about doing was defending yourself as much as you could.

“Why did you leave him this morning? You came running home to me when he was bleeding out on the floor… try explaining that to the detectives. It won’t be hard to frame you.” Jungkook stretched his hand out, hoping that you would accept it. When your skin came in contact, he drew your body closer to his. “I can help you if you trust me, I can keep you safe.” He took your silence as an acceptance of his offer. “Look at this.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a bloodied plastic bag. His fingers grasped around the object in the bag that was none other than Byung-Joo’s heart. Blood covered his hands and dripped onto the floor, some even stained your clothes. He brought the organ up to your face for you to see how disgusting it was, you nearly vomited at the metallic scent. He held it as if it was some sort of offering or even a prize; a trophy to show that he won over his conquest. For some reason, you wanted to hold it, but the little morality left in your being stopped you.

“His heart died a long time ago, along with his love for you.” He pointed to a blackened part of the flesh that already seemed to be rotting away. “It was still beating when I ripped it out.”

“Why are you showing this to me? Why did you do that?”

“He was hurting you, I didn’t know what else to do. Stress is terrible for your body.” He placed the organ in his other hand as red liquid dripped down his tattooed arm. He brought his fingers to your cheek, smearing the substance on your skin as he massaged it gently. “I can fix that, my love has always been good for your heart.”