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the back door clicked open, and jungmin stepped out, covered in grass stains, and carrying the exact copy of his father’s boba eyes. he was clutching jeongguk's phone, completely absorbed in a youtube video showcasing real madrid’s prime players, then handed the device back to him without even breaking his gaze from the screen until it locked.

the moment your eyes landed on your son, the icy wall around you melted into an eternal sunshine.

"hi, sweetie," you cooed, voice changing into that sweet, caring motherly tone as you stepped forward, leaning down to smooth back his sweaty bangs. "did you have fun with your friends at practice?"

"yeah," jungmin sighed, rubbing his tired eyes with the back of his hand. he was the absolute pride and joy of your life — the best thing to come out of a ruined marriage. he bore his father's last name and inherited his terrifying natural athletic talent. however, when given the choice, the boy always preferred staying in with you. he spent fridays to sundays with jeongguk, sometimes longer if he asked, because as much as you despised the man standing across... your ex wasn't a shitty father, just a terrible husband.

jungmin looked between the two of you, catching the suffocating tension hanging in the air. it was a well-learned pattern by now. every single handoff felt like two vikings fighting over a big piece of territory, while he just tried to survive the crossfire.

"can we go home now?" your son muttered, dragging his duffel bag along the ground. "i have homework to do for tomorrow, and i wanna lie down. being the mvp is exhausting."

you laughed softly, kissing the top of his head. "of course, baby. get in the car.”

he pulled open your car door, slid into the backseat, and immediately whipped out his own phone to resume watching football tutorials, tuning out the adults as he prepared to become one with his bed later. with him sitting there, the warmth drained from your face. you grabbed his heavy equipment bag and walked toward the trunk. jeongguk didn't move. he just stood there against his car with his crossed over his chest, his eyes trailing your every move.

"well, you look great.”

"shut up.”

he just chuckled, completely unfazed by the bite in your tone. stepping closer under the guise of helping, though his eyes casually peeked into your open trunk. his laughter died the second his gaze landed on a sleek golf bag tucked neatly in the back.

he paused, his eyebrows pulling together. "whose golf sticks are these?"

"mine," you answered, tossing jungmin’s bag right next to them. "what now? i can't have a hobby?"

jeongguk raised a skeptical eyebrow, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek. "you hate golf. you used to call it an overpriced excuse for rich men to day-drink in ugly pants."

the memory appeared; since before everything shattered, he had tried to get you to play with him once. you had kissed his cheek and called it the stupidest sport on earth. closing the trunk door hard, turning to face him with your sunglasses resting on top of your head.

"okay, fine," you said, turning around to face him with a fake smile, "i'm seeing someone. these are his. happy?"

the smug curve of his mouth flattened into a tight line, and for a split second, the panic in his eyes was so visible it almost made you pause. since he wanted to know so badly, now he knows. and it’s no lie that you’re seeing someone. two years older than you, he’s divorced too, has no kids, and is so kind and sweet. plus, he is really good-looking. a bit quirky personality, but in a good way. he works in photography, specifically in the fashion industry, mainly for magazines, and he even gave you a céline purse, saying it’s not a big deal because he’s very good friends with the ceo.

"oh," jeongguk swallowed hard, his throat working as he tried to keep his voice steady. "i, uh– didn't realize that."

"it's actually none of your business," you said, resting a hand on your hip as you took in the sight of him spiraling. and god, did it feel satisfying to watch him bleed a little.

five years ago, jeongguk had been a master of emotional absence. he didn't cheat — he was loyal and faithful to his absolute core, a man who would never touch another woman while carrying your ring. he had performed every daily duty with a polite smile, posed for family photos, set the dinner table, but his heart had quietly packed its bags and left the building months before his body did.

you had felt the cold void where his affection used to burn, and it made you feel completely foolish and discarded. then came the day he sat you down, a tuesday afternoon, while your four-year-old son was at kindergarten, and looked you dead in the eye and broke you into pieces.

"(name), look... i- i don't love you anymore, and i haven't for a long time," he had said, his voice entirely devoid of anger or any emotion, which only made it a hundred times worse. "nothing bad happened. you didn't do anything wrong. i just don't want this life with you."

no fighting or him raising his voice, just a polite execution of your marriage.

don't want this life? you had screamed internally, tears burning your throat as you stood in your empty kitchen. you don't want a happy wife? you don't want the family you begged for? you're the one who wanted this life more than anything!

you had begged him to tell you if there was someone else. it was easier to process an affair than the horrifying reality that he had simply grown tired of you. he swore there wasn't, but you hadn't believed him. because a loyal man like him doesn't just wake up and quit unless his heart is somewhere else, but he had just shaken his head, looking at you with pity. “there’s no one else, i am not that kind of a man. i have been feeling out of place for the past year. i’m just done.” 

the very next morning, you hired a divorce lawyer to cut the cord before he could humiliate you any further. you couldn't stand the sight of him, couldn't breathe the same air, couldn't bear watching him act like a ghost in your home. it resulted in turning every ounce of your soft heartbreak into an impenetrable wall of pure spite. 

it took him three full years after the papers were signed to realize what a fool he had been. he hadn't fallen out of love. that is complete nonsense, and if he could go back in time and change it, he would. but even the strongest one panics under the weight of adulthood, confusing routine for stagnation, and throwing away the absolute center of his universe. by the time his senses returned, you had built a fortress around your heart.

and now, standing in the hot afternoon air, jeongguk was choking on his own regret.

"seeing someone?" the tattooed man repeated, his voice losing every trace of its earlier flirtatious edge. his eyes were pinned to yours, searching for a sign that you were lying. "who?"

"just someone," you replied, dropping the information like a bomb. "and he actually knows how to communicate and express his emotions on time, rather than keeping it for a whole year."

jeongguk’s jaw clenched so hard that his hands balled into tight fists inside his pockets. the thought of another man who got to touch you and see the warm smile you reserved strictly for jungmin now was visibly eating him alive.

"ah, then… i’m happy for you."

“thank you,” taking a step backward toward your driver's side door. "so if you're quite done interrogating me about my personal life, i'm going home."

he took a step forward, his tall frame looming over you, and for a second, his guard dropped, leaving nothing but pathetic longing in his eyes. he’s the one who let you go, so why does he react this way? why does he feel so uncomfortable at the thought of someone else taking his place?

"but you don't love him," his voice cracking just a tiny bit as he searched your face. "you're just doing this to spite me."

you stopped, turning your head to look up at him. behind your dark sunglasses, your eyes were as cold as ice.

"even if i am," you whispered, leaning in just enough so only he could hear, "it's still a hundred times better than being with a man who checked out years ago. see you next friday and drive safe, jeongguk "

you pulled open your car door, slid into the driver's seat, and slammed it shut, leaving jeongguk standing alone in the parking lot, staring at his own reflection in your tinted windows, consumed by the consequences of his own actions.

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your grip tightened on the steering wheel, your vision blurring as the midday traffic faded into a haze of entirely forbidden thoughts. you could almost feel it… you wanted to feel it. large and heavy hands, marred by ink and calloused by time, wrapping around your neck. not to hurt, but to possess. you imagined the exhilarating weight of JUNGKOOK'S hand pressing ever so slightly against your throat while you cried out from the intensity of him. you could see his dark eyes looking down at you, softening just enough to kiss your tears away, before that same hand slid down your chest.

in the heat of your own mind, his fingers did agonizing wonders to your body, tracing paths of fire until they reached the exact spot that made you arch your back. the muscular mass of a forty-nine-year-old man pinning you flat, capturing your wrists so that moving or getting up wasn't even a choice. his lips would follow his hands, biting, licking, and painting your skin in violent, but beautiful shades of red, purple, and blue.

“(name),” he would growl, his voice breathy and raspy against your ear. “(name)… (name)…”

jungkook would repeat your name like a mantra, a man utterly undone, unable to get over the fact that he had such a pretty and greedy little thing beneath him–

“(name)!”

the sharp bark of your name shattered the fantasy like glass. you blinked hard, the blinding sun reflecting off the asphalt snapping you violently back to reality. the phantom weight on your chest vanished, replaced by the tight pull of your seatbelt.

“(name), (name), hellooo,” yunjin sighed from the passenger seat, snapping her fingers next to your face.

“huh… yeah?” you stammered, your heart beating so fast, though not for the reason your friends thought.

“sweets, you missed the exit,” yunjin said, pointing out the window at the roundabout you had just bypassed.

from the backseat, giselle leaned forward between the two headrests, a knowing smirk on her face. “yeah, you seemed so dazed. your eyes were totally glazed over. who exactly were you thinking about, hm?”

a heavy knot of guilt coiled tightly in your stomach. you felt the heat rushing up your neck, praying they would mistake it for standard pre-wedding jitters. you obviously couldn't say the name that was actually burning the back of your throat. you couldn't tell them you were craving the father of the groom.

“jungmin,” you lied, forcing a shy smile onto your face.

“awww!”

their reactions were instant and sweet, their expressions melting into lovey-dovey, happy grins. it was exactly the reaction you wanted, yet it made the secret guilt burn even hotter. they thought it was beautiful — a bride-to-be so deeply in love that she couldn't even navigate a roundabout one week before her wedding. forcing yourself to smile along, checking your mirrors to loop back around the exit, all while the sensation of what jungkook’s hands could feel lingered like a brand on your skin.

you also weren’t supposed to spend your last night as an engaged woman like that. sitting on the edge of the mattress, the soft paper of your wedding vows crinkling beneath your fingers, you couldn’t see anyone else.

the mini-notes were scattered along the duvet like your feelings and thoughts, a messy blueprint of a promise you were supposed to make tomorrow. you knew the words by heart, you’d practiced them a million times. but focusing had become an impossible chore ever since yesterday night, the exact moment your parents-in-law arrived.

they had greeted you with so much warmth. there were sweet hugs and kisses on your cheeks, a genuine celebration of you joining the family. but, you weren’t crazy, right? when jungkook’s hand had settled against the small of your back, his palm had lingered just for a second too long. it definitely hadn't felt like a family-friendly touch, and the ghost of his touch had been burning through your skin ever since.

you couldn't stop thinking about him. you wished you could, but he was just so dreamy. even at forty-nine, just one year away from his fiftieth anniversary, he looked completely lethal. age hadn't touched him; it had only made him more attractive. his right sleeve was entirely covered in dark ink, and the subtle glint of his lip and eyebrow piercings contrasted beautifully against the stoic maturity of his face. his body, his presence, his everything was to die for.

and that was the worst part, because his wife was an absolute angel. your mother-in-law was the sweetest, kindest woman you knew. you loved her to death, as you still remembered how she’d bickered fiercely with your own mother at the bridal shop months ago, firmly stating, "let the bride pick her own dress, it’s her special day!"

minju was beautiful inside and out, and you hated yourself for the ugly envy that curled in your chest because of it. you envied her because she was bonded to jungkook until death do them part. you envied her because she was the one who got to receive his kisses, his fierce devotion, his love, and his finesse.

resting your head in your arms, you stared at the scattered notes. you couldn't really believe how wrong this was... but it felt so right, for all the shameless reasons. with a frustrated whine, you slumped back, your spine sinking into the cushions and your knees pulling up to your chest, as you let out a trembling breath.

jungmin, you thought desperately, closing your eyes. think about jungmin. he was supposed to soothe these awful thoughts away. he was your one and only, the love of your life, the sun to your moon, the peanut butter to your jelly, the yin to your yang.

you bit your lip hard, trying to conjure his face at the altar, but the image warped against your will. instead of your husband-to-be, you saw his father. you pictured jungkook standing there, looking breathlessly handsome and stoic in his tailored suit. you imagined his eyes softening, melting with a quiet hunger as he watched you walk down the aisle in the prettiest dress, the veil dragging behind you as you clutched your bouquet, waiting for the moment you’d tie the knot with a kiss.

a kiss... how would his lips feel on yours? would they be soft at first, testing your boundaries, before turning rough, messy, and demanding at the end? would he cup your face with those big hands, or would they stay firmly at your waist to pick you up and spin you into the air?

knock, knock.

the sudden sound made you snap your head toward the door. you shook your head aggressively, trying to clear the haze from your brain. you checked the time, and it was so late. was it yunjin or giselle? maybe they couldn't sleep from the excitement, wanting one last late-night gossip session before you became a married woman.

"i'm coming!" you called out, smoothing down your clothes as you stood up and padded across the floor. swinging the door open with a small smile, but the words died in your throat. of all the people you expected to see standing in the dimly lit hallway, it was him.

jungkook stood there, his massive frame filling the doorway, looking entirely too good in the shadows, wearing a simple white shirt, a pair of dark jeans, and a silver chain around his neck. was he already outside? the smell of cigarettes mixed with his perfume.

"sweetheart, i'm sorry for the trouble this late at night," his voice was sleepy and vibrated straight to your core. "but we wanted you to have this." he cleared his throat as he extended his hand. between his tattooed fingers, he held a small and elegant indigo box. "it's a tradition in the family for generations, for the father-in-law to give this to the bride-to-be… so it might be your lucky charm."

you grabbed the box, a little confused, but as you took it from his grasp, your fingers brushed against his. the brief contact made you tense up a little bit.

"i-i... what is this exactly?" you stammered, hating how breathless you sounded.

jungkook’s lips twitched into a faint smile. "open it, and you will see."

with trembling fingers, you lifted the lid of the indigo box. resting against the plush velvet was a necklace made of the finest, most radiant diamonds you had ever seen. it caught the dim light of your room, sparkling so intensely it almost hurt to look at. you couldn't stop staring, a sudden wave of inadequacy washing over you. this was too precious. you didn't feel like you deserved to hold it, let alone wear it on your wedding day.

"here," jungkook murmured, his deep voice cutting through your panic as he stepped past the threshold, closing the bedroom door quietly behind him. "let me help you put it on."

walking over to the large mirror in the corner of the room like a woman in a trance, as he followed, stepping up right behind you. starring at his reflection, utterly captivated by the contrast between your small body and his massive one looming over you.

"can you lift your hair for me?" he asked softly, taking the heavy diamond piece from the box.

you did exactly what you were told, reaching up with both hands to gather your hair at the crown of your head, exposing the bareness of your neck. jungkook leaned in, his warmth enveloping you. his large hands reached around from the front, the cool metal of the diamonds brushing against your collarbones before he secured the clasp at the back of your neck. his knuckles grazed your skin, and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from whimpering. you looked like a real princess in the mirror, and his words only confirmed it.

"it fits you so beautifully," he whispered, his eyes meeting yours in the glass. "as if it were made for you."

but his hands didn't move away. his heavy palms simply slid down, resting firmly against the curve of your shoulders, the heat of his skin bleeding through the shirt that you used as pyjamas.

"but are you sure i can wear it?" you asked, your voice shaking as you touched the shiny stones, "i mean, it's been in the family for generations. it's just... i-i don't know if..."

jungkook hummed against the shell of your ear, his thumbs brushing lightly over your collarbones before he finally pulled back. the sudden loss of his warmth made you ache. he turned and walked over to the edge of the bed, mindlessly sitting down right on top of the duvet, completely unaware that he was crushing your scattered wedding vows beneath him.

he furrowed his brows in confusion as he felt the paper, reaching down to grab one of the messy index cards. he read it quietly to himself first, his lips moving silently as a soft smile broke across his face.

"didn't know jungmin would marry such a poetic and loving soul like yours," he murmured, his gaze shifting up to track the flush spreading across your cheeks. he reached down and picked up another note, chuckling as he read this part out loud. "and i knew you were the one when you were five and i was four, as you stubbornly saved a place for me in the sand playground and didn't let anyone, especially other girls, go in... oh, i remember that, heh. he was like some dragon trying to protect his princess high in the tower."

you stood by the mirror, a nervous sweat breaking out, trying your absolute best to hide the greedy thoughts consuming you, but you were dealing with a grown man. jungkook had seen the way you had been looking at him all this time, so this wasn’t something new. to untrained eyes, your lingering glances were nothing, just a sweet, soon-to-be daughter-in-law admiring her new family. but to his experienced and keen eyes? yeah, you had tried your best, dear, but you hadn't fooled him for a second.

alas, who was he to blame you, when he was the same? he hadn't forgotten the family summer vacation two years ago. the sight of you walking down the beach in that tiny black bikini. your sweet, sun-kissed body had done dangerous things to both his mind and his body, leaving him starving like a stray animal in the dark. he loved sweet and innocent things, but much to his predatory luck, you were not that innocent.

perhaps you didn't remember that one night, a year ago, when you and jungmin had come home totally wasted after a friend’s birthday party. your fiancé had been knocked out cold, unable to handle his alcohol anywhere near as well as his father. jungmin was snoring in the passenger seat, but you, in your heavily intoxicated state, had been terrifyingly honest.

so clingy, whimpering and whining as jungkook carried you into the house. you had wrapped your arms tightly around his thick, tatted bicep, burying your face in it, ignoring the fact that your passed-out boyfriend was still in the car. your father-in-law remembered every single word you whispered against his skin that night. you had looked up at him with glazed eyes, tugging on the hem of his shirt, and muttered something scandalous.

“jungmin is so soft,” the drunken lust had taken over as you rubbed your hips against his thigh. “he doesn't know how to handle me, and– and i want a real man. i want someone big enough to break me in half. i want you to do it.”

it was a crazy thing to say to the father of the groom, but alcohol always brought the hidden filth to the surface. jungkook had his blood turning to molten lava, forcing himself to put you to bed before going back for his son.

now, sitting on your bed in the hotel room, one day before the wedding, he tossed the vow cards aside.

"you write very sweet things about jungmin, sweetheart," he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his eyes dropping to the diamonds glittering on your chest. "but i think we both know you don't actually want my boy tomorrow, do you?"

jungkook slowly rose from the edge of the bed, his towering frame throwing a heavy shadow right over you. the magnetic pull of him had you frozen in one place as he closed the distance between you until you were face to face, and it made your knees weak. he didn't hesitate when his tattooed hand reached up, his thumb catching your chin, tilting your head up to force your gaze to meet his, cornering you physically and mentally, turning your forbidden daydreams into a suffocating reality.

"you love my son," jungkook murmured, his eyes darkening further as he read the raw panic and desire flooding your face. "but you want me. right, sweetheart?"

you were at a complete loss for words, your throat dry like a desert, because he was damn right. every single insolent thought you’d harbored was laid bare like cards on a poker table. your hands trembled at your sides, the guilt tearing at you, yet the temptation was entirely too loud to ignore. jungkook’s thumb slid up, caressing your lower lip, pressing down slightly against the soft seam. you looked up at him with glossy eyes, as you stared at the man you had been sinning over for years. tears of frustration and lust threatened to spill; unable to stop yourself, you bit his finger evero so lightly.

"am i wrong..." the words sounded so terribly broken from your lips, "am i wrong for falling in love with you?"

the fragile string of his control finally snapped, because keeping his hands to himself was no longer an option. leaning down, his mouth crashing onto yours in a demanding kiss. he cupped your face first, his thumbs wiping away the stray tear on your cheek as his tongue swept into your mouth, ravaging your senses. you let out a muffled whimper, your hands flying up to grip the fabric of his shirt, lost in the taste of him.

before you could even process the heat of his lips, his hands slid down from your face over your shoulders and gripped the underside of your thighs, lifting you off your feet effortlessly. your instinct kicked in, your legs immediately wrapping tightly around his waist.

your mouths continued their fiery dance, a messy clash of teeth and tongues. you whined into the kiss, gasping for air as he walked you backward, the world spinning so fast you couldn't tell up from down. the next thing you knew, the soft duvet rushed up to meet you. jungkook hovered over you while you were flat on your back on the bed. his chest rose and fell heavily as he finally pulled back from the kiss. a thin strand of saliva connected your lips before breaking in the dark room.

both of you were breathless, panting in the quiet space, eyes locked in a silent understanding. bringing your trembling hands up to rest above your chest, feeling the frantic way your heart was beating. it was about to explode like fireworks — a beautiful and catastrophic arson that would burn your entire life to the ground by morning, and you didn't even care.

he didn't take another step without making sure he had every single piece of you. his knuckles brushed the heated skin of your jaw, his voice dropping into something sinister, somehow strangely kind.

"can i take this off you, sweetheart?"

you couldn't even speak; you just nodded, your fingers bunching into the duvet beneath you. jungkook let out a pleased hum, his hands sliding down to the hem of your shirt. he pulled it up and over your head in one motion, and you didn't even shy away. there was no room for modesty anymore, not when you were already this close.

much to his absolute delight, you didn't have anything underneath. you lay bare before him, wearing nothing but a pair of black lace panties.

a galnce at the curve of your waist, the flush on your chest, the rapid rise and fall of your breathing. "so beautiful," he rasped, leaning down to press a hot kiss right over your racing heart. "so fucking ready for me, aren't you?"

he didn't give you time to answer before his hand slid down, his large palm cupping you right through the thin lace. you gasped, arching your back instantly as he applied pressure, his thumb rubbing over the damp fabric. you were already soaking, undone by the mere presence of him in your bed.

"look at you," he whispered against your neck, his lips nipping at the sensitive skin right below your ear. "you've been waiting for this, haven't you?"

the filth pouring from his mouth made you whimpered, your fingers burying into his hair as he hooked two fingers under the edge of the lace, pulling the fabric aside. when his fingers finally made direct contact, you nearly lost your mind. he slid one long finger inside you, testing the waters, groaning a little as your tight walls immediately clamped around him.

"god, you're so tight," his thumb working your clit while his finger pushed deeper, stretching you open. "my son doesn't know how to handle a girl like you, does he? he doesn't know how filthy you really are."

you whimpered loudly, tossing your head back into the cushions as he added a second finger, pumping them inside you in a slow rhythm. you had wanted to feel him for so long, had spent months drowning in the fantasy of his touch, and the brutal reality of him driving into you, paired with the shameless words growled against your skin, had you dripping helplessly beneath.

he pushed you entirely over the edge, and a loud moan tore from your throat. "jungkook... ah, jungkook, please–"

"shh," he cut you off instantly, his hand flying up from your chest to slap firmly over your mouth, muffling your desperate cries into the palm of his hand. "keep your fucking mouth shut, sweetheart. my son is asleep right above us, and you're already screaming his father’s name like a little whore. replace my hand with yours. keep them over your mouth. you only take them off when you need a breath, understand?"

nodding frantically, your eyes glossy and wide as you pressed your own hands tightly over your lips. the humiliation of it, paired with the thrill of his dominance, made you soak through his fingers. then he pulled away, and you heard the metallic click of his belt unbuckling; the sound made you ache to cosmic levels, your thighs trembling against his hips as the dark reality of what was about to happen settled in.

jungkook paused, his fingers hooking into the waistband of his trousers. "you got condoms?"

you shook your head quickly against the mattress, your hands still glued to your mouth.

jungkook let out a heavy sigh, rolling his eyes as an amused grin tugged at the corner of his lips. "you young people these days don't like to play it safe, do you?"

he didn't let it stall him. reaching down, his fingers hooked into the edge of the black lace panties he’d previously pushed aside. he dragged them down your legs and threw them carelessly somewhere onto the floor. wrapped in nothing but shadows and the glittering diamonds around your neck, you watched him strip his shirt off over his head. fuckin’ hell, his body. your eyes tracked the massive bulge of his biceps, the tight definition of his abs, and the heavy ink trailing down his right arm. he was going to be the death of you.

jungkook crawled back over you, pinning you into the mattress, settling between your legs, his tattooed fingers guiding the thick tip of his cock right against your soaked entrance. he didn't push in yet; he just rubbed himself against you, giving you an excruciating skin-to-skin contact that had your hips blindly lifting off the bed, begging for the insertion.

"hmm," jungkook murmured, watching your desperate movements with satisfaction. "the little bunny is a little greedy, no? so impatient to be ruined."

he gripped your hips, his thumbs bruising your skin as he slowly started to sink inside you.

the moment he breached you, your eyes rolled back. it was unbelievable. he was bigger, thicker, and far more girthy than jungmin — jungkook really hadn't left a single thing for his son when it came to genes. he wasn't even halfway in, and you already felt entirely maxed out, your tight walls stretching and burning as they desperately tried to adjust to the size of him.

the overwhelming fullness was too much to bear. yanking your hands away from your mouth just to catch a ragged breath, when a broken moan escaped past your lips. "god, you're too big... ah!"

"i told you to keep your hands over your mouth, didn't i?" he paused, letting you stretch around him, his chest heaving above yours. "look at you, taking it all so well. a good little girl for my son, but a filthy little piece of meat for me."

jungkook’s grip on your hips tightened until it bruised you, his thumbs digging into your flesh like an imprint. he began to move, establishing a slow tempo meant to get you used to him. each agonizingly deep stroke was calculated, filling you until you were entirely consumed by him. as he drove into you, the taboo illusions you’d harbored for so long suddenly felt terrifyingly real. underneath the crushing weight of his muscular body, the crazy dream of running away with him to some isolated island, leaving the wedding, the family, and the world behind, felt entirely possible.

starved for more, you lifted your thighs and wrapped your legs tightly around his waist, pulling him deeper. that was his cue. a low growl tore from his lips as he took full control, abandoning any remaining gentleness. holding your hips in a vice grip, he began to drive himself in with a rough and relentless force. he was massive, a completely different breed of excellent. jungmin was wonderful, sweet, and always satisfied you, but jungkook was an experienced man who knew exactly how to dominate every inch of your body.

the sensation was blinding, your head tossing wildly against the pillows. jungkook's mouth traced desperate kisses along your skin. he wanted to mark you so badly, to leave dark bruises all over your throat, but he knew better. hence, he channeled that violent possession into biting kisses along your jawline, the curve of your shoulder, and down to your chest, avoiding anywhere the wedding veil wouldn't cover tomorrow.

"take your hands away," he rasped against your ear, his breath hot and ragged as he pinned your wrists to the mattress. "keep quiet, sweetheart. let me do it."

your lips parted to cry out loud, but jungkook instantly caught it. he swallowed your moans and desperate whines with a single kiss. it lasted entirely too long, stealing the very breath from your lungs.

in the heat of the clash, the cool metal of his lip piercing grazed against your mouth, a jarring reminder of exactly who was ruining you. your hips buckled automatically, lifting off the bed in a desperate spasm as you squeezed the thick length of him, locking him inside you while the room spun like a carousel.

when he finally pulled back from the kiss, your hands remained pinned by your head. you didn't want to hide it anymore. you wanted him to hear the sounds coming out of you; you wanted him to know exactly how good he made you feel, how he had broken you down.

"please..." your voice a pleading thread as your hips blindly chased his. "jungkook, please... more, please..."

that repeated begging did something to him. hearing his own name gasped out by the girl who was supposed to marry his son tomorrow, seeing you look so young, so utterly beautiful, and so filthy beneath him, made him want to rip the ring right out of jungmin's hands and steal the bride away for himself.

"you want more, baby?" he laughed mockingly, not knowing his future daughter-in-law was such a little freak. he hadn't known his son was apparently this bad in bed to let his own father step in and do the work for him. "then i'm going to give you more, seeing how this is your first time getting fucked properly. i'm so sorry about jungmin... if i knew he wasn't doing his job right, i would have stepped in long ago."

the utter depravity of his words sent a fresh wave of heat straight to your already aroused and senstive system. before you could even cry out, jungkook brought one hand up, slapping it firmly over your mouth again to muffle your hitching gasps, while his other hand clamped onto your hip to keep you perfectly aligned. then, he changed his pace to something rather brutal.

he was so rough, slamming against you with a strenght that rattled your bones, yet there was a terrifying sweetness to how he consumed you. every unforgiving thrust was accompanied by a flood of praises growled against your ear.

"look at you taking it all," he muttered, his hot breath fanning over your burning skin. "my pretty girl to ruin. my sweet little bunny. you belong right here, taking every inch of me, yeah?"

your vision blurred with tears as the intensity began to form a knot deep in your lower abdomen. your inner walls started to tremble, clamping around him in rhythmic spasms that gave away exactly how close you were to the edge. jungkook felt it instantly. the change in your body only made him harder, as he adjusted his angle, driving in deeper than before. he wasn't just hitting your g-spot anymore: it felt like he was reaching straight into your soul, rewriting everything you thought you knew about pleasure, and dragging you completely over the precipice.

the unbearable pressure snapped. you couldn't control it… it was that damn good. an overwhelming wave crashed through your entire body as you squirted against him, your gummy walls convulsing in an endless grip that dragged jungkook to reach his own climax.

abandoning his pace, he burried his cock deeply inside you as he came. his release sent pulses deep into your core, filling you to the brim until the excess began to spill out, making an undeniable mess all over the sheets. you shuddered beneath him, as the overlapping orgasms left you so spent. for a moment, jungkook just stayed there, his sweaty chest heaving against yours as both of your heartbeats raced in sync.

when he finally pulled out, you whined at the sudden loss of his warmth. he rolled onto his back beside you, pulling you straight against his side. there was no time for the grand aftercare, not with the clock ticking toward sunrise. you snuggled deeply into his broad chest, your trembling fingers aimlessly tracing shapes on his collarbone as your breathing slowly leveled out. jungkook’s hand idly smoothed down your tangled hair before his fingers tightened slightly in the strands.

"you're on the pill, right?" he asked softly, and you nodded weakly against him, too drained to speak, letting out a soft hum of affirmation. he let out a quiet breath, though his jaw remained tight. he looked down at you, eyes tracking the rise and fall of your chest. "so, when were you returning from the maldives?"

"in two weeks," you whispered, the reminder of the honeymoon suddenly feeling like a bucket of ice water against your heated skin. jungkook clicked his tongue, a grimace of annoyance crossing his features. 

"tsk. damn it."

he hated it. he hated that he had to hand you back to his son tomorrow, even if it was just for show. but the underlying promise in his voice made it clear that there was no escaping him.

knowing time was running out, he reluctantly shifted out of the bed. he gave you a quick cleanup with a stray towel, his hands surprisingly gentle as he helped you slide your shirt back over your head and pulled your black lace panties back up your legs, thinking about the mess you’d have to somehow clean or hide from the hotel staff tomorrow morning.

you watched him silently as he dressed, fastening his belt with that same metallic click that had undone you an hour ago. once his clothes were perfectly back in place, looking every bit the dignified father-of-the-groom again, he walked back over to the edge of the mattress.

jungkook leaned down, cupping your jaw one last time, tilting your face up. he pressed a deep, but sweet kiss to your lips. it was the last time for tonight, but you both knew it wouldn't be the last for the future. as your father-in-law quietly slipped out of your room, softly closing the door behind him, he left you with a secret he hadn't dared to voice aloud.

that diamond necklace you seemed to adore… well, it wasn't a family tradition. there was no passing down of heirlooms from father-in-law to bride. it was a lie, fabricated so beautifully to be an expensive excuse just to get into your room and see you alone.

down the hall, minju was sound asleep, entirely oblivious to the arson that had just taken place a few doors down. when jungkook had left their room earlier, he had quietly told her he was going out to take photos of the city at night. technically, it wasn't a lie; he had his camera full of photos by the places nearby the hotel and he did plan on stepping outside to snap a few mindless shots of the neon-lit streets just to cover his tracks. but it was nowhere near the full truth.

an hour later, after walking around again in the city to clear his head with the lingering scent of your skin still clinging to his collar, jungkook finally returned to his own room. slipping out of his clothes and sliding under the covers, the cool sheets instantly warming as he settled back into bed. minju stirred slightly, shifting closer to him, unconsciously seeking the warmth she had missed while he was gone. she wrapped an arm around his waist, sighing softly in her sleep.

jungkook stared up at the dark ceiling, his chest rising and falling slowly, as his wife rested against him. his skin was still buzzing, his mind completely trapped in the memory of your tight walls, your ruined whimpers, and the way you looked with his diamonds resting against your collarbones. as he closed his eyes and let minju cuddle close, a dirty root settled deep in his mind. he thought about how nice it would be if the woman clinging to him in the dark wasn't his wife at all.

he thought about how nice it would be if it were you.

the venue was bathed in an ethereal glow as you stood at the altar, the heavy train of your white dress pooling around your heels. the ceremony was breathtaking, everything you and jungmin had dreamed of for the past six years. and there, resting against your collarbones, catching the bright light of the altar candles, was the diamond necklace. it glittered like a web of beautiful and expensive sins, a secret brand against your throat that no one else understood.

on paper, and by the heavy gold band waiting to be slid onto your finger, you were about to become jungmin’s. but every nerve in your body knew the absolute truth: you already belonged to the man standing in the very front row.

the priest’s voice echoed through the high stone arches, grounded and solemn.

"jeon jungmin, do you take (last name) (name) as your wife?"

jungmin didn't even hesitate. his eyes were shining, filled with a pure devotion that made your heart ache with a bittersweet pang. "i do," he said, his voice ringing out clear and steady.

"and (last name) (name), do you take jeon jungmin as your husband?"

before saying the two words that would bind you and your husband together for a lifetime, you glanced at the audience with a gentle smile, seeing your family and friends smiling right back at you. your mother was already weeping with joy, dabbing at her eyes while your father held her in a supportive embrace. minju had both hands covering her mouth and part of her nose, holding back her tears for the emotional moment when the true love's kiss would finally happen.

and then, your eyes met his.

jungkook was sitting right beside her. in his tailored black suit, he looked devastatingly handsome, a stoic force among the crowd. his eyes were locked onto you, knowing and even challenging. as your gazes clashed, he gave a slight nod and the faintest shadow of a smirk, as he crossed his thick arms over his chest and leaned back in his chair. the contrast was dizzying. jungmin was the man you were marrying, but jungkook was the one you truly wanted to spend your life with.

taking a deep breath, you turned your focus back to jungmin. your handsome prince. the man you loved so much that you had willingly ruined yourself with his father just hours before. you looked up at him with eyes so sincere and loving, because what you felt for jungmin was entirely real… it just coexisted with the unholy desires you harbored for the older jeon.

"i do," you whispered, the vow sealing your fate.

"by the power vested in me, i now pronounce you husband and wife," the priest smiled, gesturing between the two of you. "you may now kiss the bride."

jungmin’s face broke into the most beautiful, radiant smile you had ever seen. he reached out, his hands trembling slightly with pure excitement as he gently lifted your veil, throwing it back over your head. he cupped your cheeks with a tenderness that brought a sting of tears to your eyes. 

"i love you so much, (name)," jungmin whispered, meant for your ears only. "i can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you. you're my everything."

"i love you too," you breathed against his lips, and then he closed the distance.

the kiss was romantic, sweet, and filled with the promise of a bright and stable future. jungmin held you like you were the most precious thing in his universe, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you fully against him while the entire venue erupted into loud and joyful applause and cheers. 

you kissed him back with everything you had, but as you melted into your husband's embrace, you smiled beautifully for the flashing cameras, wrapping your arm through jungmin’s as you prepared to walk down the aisle together. but as you took your first steps forward, your gaze drifted right back to the front row.

the father of the groom was standing now, clapping slowly along with the rest of the guests. his eyes never left yours, as jungmin’s arm stayed securely wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to his side as he turned to face the roaring crowd, his hand catching yours and raising it high in victory. the bells began to chime, a joyful declaration that you were officially mrs. jeon.

jungkook was happy. he really was, because he knew the truth. he knew that behind the white lace and the beautiful vows, the normal life you had built with jungmin was gone forever. being normal wasn’t normal anymore; in this crazy world, not being crazy was crazy. and jungkook was completely, utterly crazy over you.

he already knew what the future held. he knew he would be expecting a call from you very soon, and not just a polite request to help move the last of the heavy boxes into your new home, but a whisper over the phone, letting him know exactly when his son wouldn't be there so he could have you all to himself.

"bless the newlyweds," jungkook's voice carried over the chatter as he turned to pull minju into a supportive side-hug. then joined your parents, who were glowing with happiness, blending seamlessly into the familial bliss. but even as he smiled and nodded along to your mother's overjoyed rambling, his mind was already calculating the timeline of the evening ahead.

his gaze tracked you one last time, the heavy diamonds around your neck catching the light with every step you took away from him, watching the elegant drag of your veil, as he wondered… would you have five minutes to spare him when the reception dinner starts?

just five minutes away from the crowd to congratulate the bride in person in some locked and shadowed room of the venue. just to drop to his knees in the dark, tearing the lace down to lift your heavy gown over your waist. instead of your hands pinned above your head like last night, he wanted your bare legs thrown over his broad shoulders, holding you wide open while he buried his face between your thighs. he wanted to eat you out until you were dripping all over his tongue, swallowing your muffled and ruined screams while your husband looked for you in the crowded hall outside.

after all, jungkook wasn't supposed to fall in love with his son's wife.

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