From then on, you were the CEOs bitch. Of course it meant free breakfast and occasionally accompanying him to casual brunch, but it also meant almost constant sex. 

It was almost unfair. You had all the qualifications of a proper assistant. You had taken the business management classes in college, passed with flying colors, and, arguably, you were overqualified for the position…but you took the job solely because you had a hunch that the guy who was interviewing you had a massive cock. 

He offered to fuck you every single day of the work week.

You couldn't help but stare, longing for it whenever it wasn't inside of you. Your throat gets so bored sometimes when he's on a business call, so you'll sneak in under his desk and mouth at him until he releases it for you to suck. 

There are always more intense circumstances, too. This morning, you are on his lap while he's doing some random paperwork when he decides to slide his cool fingers into your panties and tease you. 

Just then, he gets a call from the secretary. 

Annoyed, he rolls his eyes as his middle finger presses the answer button. "Yes," he huffs. "Send him right over. He did sign the consent form, correct?" 

"Yes sir, and he read it carefully. He's okay with it, no worries," she replies. 

Jin drags his hand to your thigh and grabs a handful of it. "Mmm," he hums. "Okay. Send him up." 

The client appeared moments later with his suit and his briefcase. His most notable feature at the time was the shock on his face when he first realized Seokjin was swirling his fingers on your wet cunt as he greeted him.

"Welcome. I take it you have the data I need," he says, casually. 

"Yes, uhm,, sir…" His face is completely red and he struggles to keep his eyes up at his own boss. 

Jin raises an eyebrow as if he has no idea what's wrong. "What's wrong? Do you not have all the data?"  

Meanwhile his hands spread you further. You lean back on your boss' chest, breathing heavy as you take his slender feelings deeper within you. "Hh~ aahhh," you breathe. 

The client removes a paper from the front pocket of his suitcase with a shaking hand and hands it over to Jin. "Here you are." 

"Ah!" He smiles. "Great." 

He pumps them in and out of you languidly, causing you to nearly buck up toward his palm. Your shirt is torn open in the middle from when he was playing with your tits, both of them misplaced and visible to his guest. 

"Fuck~! Fuck, Jin…" you beg. 

He shuts his eyes and smirks before continuing the interaction. "Yeah...continue...what about Friday's meeting?"

"It's all being taken care of. I have an excellent team of people handling the project and it's well underway," the client's look of confusion transforms to one of arousal and intrigue. He swallows. 

Right then, Seokjin brings his other hand to release his cock and starts casually grinding it against your barely clothed pussy. You stretch the cloth separating you and cling it over his tip, moaning softly. 

"Do we have all the stats on that, then?" He asks, not paying the slightest bit of attention to your state. 

"Yes, sir," the client says, finally. 

Jin glances down at the man's slacks and the bulge straining them. "You can take care of that in one of our rooms," he speaks in a lower voice.

The man nods, compliantly. 

"Thank you. We're done here." 

You're burning up and he knows it, but it's only a matter of time before he starts guiding your hips down on him quicker, congratulating you on your performance in quite the unconventional way. "Fucking slut. You see how you got him hard like that? You enjoyed it every bit as much as I did." 

"You can't help yourself, can you? All you do is whine for my dick every time I step into this office. All you want is to show them how much of an office whore you are. I love using you." Jin groans in your ear, forcing your back against his chest. 

You kiss his skin, feeling your pussy stretch so good for his fat cock. He's incredibly big, so it's always so satisfying to feel it fill you out properly. 

With broken thrusts, he snaps into your dripping cunt, making a mess out of his suit. His hands hold your tits while his lips suck adoring hickies on your neck. "That's my good toy…" he thrums. 

You quiver, anticipating your third and most intense orgasm of the day. Jin positions you on his desk and begins pistoning his dick into you. God, you love being owned like this. 

"Cum around it." He demands, his thighs flush against your own. "Cream on it." 

Who are you to disobey his orders? Your orgasm rips through you rather violently as Jin squirts his thick cum inside of you. You flutter around him, gasping quietly at the feeling of being used and ruined by him.

You hum in satisfaction, enjoying the feeling of having him inside you as he scratches your back.

Seokjin is a careful lover. Afterwards, he is sure to clean you up with kindness, bring you a new change of clothes, and something good to eat. 

He needs new clothes, himself, so it really isn't a problem. What he hasn't mentioned is how lovely your conversation has been to him, lately…about how it might be– no, it absolutely is more than just sex between you. 

So…he will muster up the courage to ask you out today. For now, though, he's taking care of you the only way he can. 

-

He sits at his desk, staring out the one way mirrors that stand as his office walls which allow him to observe his employees as much as he’d like. Your back is to him as you work diligently in your own workspace, as Jin’s secretary, you manage just a much paperwork as he does if not more. You set all his schedules and take all his calls before forwarding the important ones to him. He’ never seen someone work as hard as you do, and he’s always admired that.

You’ve been with Jin since the moment he sat down as CEO. You were with him through the flurry of meetings, memorized all the faces he needed to know—you even know people he’d be yet to meet so that when they finally do, he’s more than prepared to greet them like an old friend.

He watches you with a fond smile, realizing that you’re just as vital to this company as he is; but no one would see it quite like he does.

He rests his chin on his hand as his unconscious daze continues. He brings himself back to the company outing a year ago, when all the employees plotted to sneak up on him and throw him into the pool of the lodge you were staying in. You hadn’t saved him, you laughed along with all your co-workers and savoured his happy misery but as soon as Jin climbed out of the water, you were ready with a thick towel and a warm mug of hot chocolate just for him.

“You don’t have to be my secretary here as well, you know.” He teased, taking the towel from you gratefully while the hot drink stood by.

You smiled gently, tilting your head slightly as you giggled out an “I know”

He’s brought back to the present as he ducks his head abashedly, the small smile on your face that cold evening warming up his insides as soon as the memory comes to mind.

He looks back at you again to see that one of your officemates has struck up conversation, the fit one whose dress shirt was always a little too tight and who never wore his suit jacket when he’s clocked in. He’s leaning on your desk a little too casually for Jin’s liking and he’s eyeing you up and down without your knowledge; your focus clearly driven and attached to your computer screen as you worked diligently to finish the report Jin asked for.

Your co-worker continued to speak and Jin noticed that you weren’t even paying attention; nodding your head absent-mindedly every few seconds to appease the muscle pig. He smiled to himself, pleased that you knew your priorities—or had higher standards, either way.

He began to gather the papers on his desk, organising them into their respective folders and either setting them aside or placing them into drawers. He closed his laptop, planting it somewhere that it would sit safe before he cleared his throat and clicked the button on his office phone.

The phone on your desk began to ring; startling your officemate and making him retreat backwards. Jin couldn’t help to laugh as he watched you excuse yourself with a well-rehearsed smile, your co-worker nodding with an awkward expression before he left you to tend to whoever needed you.

“Yes sir?” you answered as soon as you picked up, Jin could hear the enthusiasm in your voice.

“Was he bothering you again?”

“I see you’ve been enjoying your little hobby again” you laughed, holding your head down to hide away from other prying eyes.

“Or maybe I have a very important matter to discuss with you and once I looked up,” he played “someone was already trying to have your attention.”

You cleared your throat, slightly ashamed at assuming things of him.  “Yes sir, I’ll be right in.”

With that, Jin hung up the phone and continued to watch as you did the same as him in gathering and organising your papers. As soon as you were done, you stood from your desk and straightened up your blazer and skirt, matting down your hair before heading to Jin’s office door and knocking. You heard him call out a ‘come in’ and you opened the door gently, greeting him with a smile before letting it close behind you.

“Lock it on your way in”

What?

“Sir?”

Jin was leaning on his elbows, his hands interlaced with one another as he smiled at you. “Lock the door on your way in.”

You stiffened slightly, nodding your head in understanding as you did what you were told, a blush rising on your cheeks. You then made your way to his desk, standing in front of him as his eyes and smile never left your face. He motioned for you to take a seat, so you did.

There was a comfortable silence, although you may have been a little nervous, Jin’s presence never had a way of intimidating you or making you feel like you were any lesser as a person or employee.

Not knowing where to look, you eyed the city scape behind him. So many windows holding so many different stories and you couldn’t help but vaguely realise that you were in another window, just another story like everyone else. It was a little weird, becoming a little too self-aware in a time like this but you didn’t want your boss to think creepy of you for staring so expectantly at him.

Yet, as you lost yourself in your daze, Jin was shameless in observing you. He eyed your body with a newfound hunger. He didn’t believe that office relationships would ruin a worker’s performance but sitting as CEO he still had to enforce that they’d rather not entertain those types of things. Although as he looked at you, a dreamy expression on your face as the city scenes took your attention away from him, Jin couldn’t help but want to see that look more often.

But what his heart wanted to see, he had to earn and work hard for just like he had all the other good things in his life, then again, there was another good thing he wanted that he could so easily get. His heart took a lot of time, but his cock took lesser.

Jin’s eyes travelled from every aspect of your face to the swell of your chest. It wasn’t too big, like what most men wanted in women or the women in porn would be sporting, but it also wasn’t too small. The breasts that lay hidden underneath your blouse were perfect handfuls, and Jin wondered how oft they would feel in his large hands.

He bit his lip unconsciously, lost in an absurd fantasy of taking you right there and bending you over his desk. He knew you would let him, he’s watched you enough to see how you blush when he smiles at you and notice how your eyes linger and widen when he gives you his attention.

“Sir?”

Fuck.

His eyes shot up to meet yours, wide and alarmed. He silently hoped that you hadn’t just caught him ogling you.

“Not to be rude, sir, but what did you want to discuss with me?”

Ah. Right.

Now or never then.

He gave you a soft smile, watching your eyes widen and your cheeks redden almost instantly. Well, this was going to be a lot easier than he thought.

The small act grew wider as you ducked your head and fiddled with your hands. Jin chuckled to himself before he stood up, your figure stiffening even further once he made his way around the table and stopped behind you. He placed his large hands on both your shoulders, rubbing against the expensive fabric of your blazer, trying to ease your tension.

“I’m not really sure how to tell you what I want.”

You swallowed. His tone sent all sorts of emotions through your body and way too many thoughts through your head, was this going where you really think it was going? His hands ended their movements, resting stagnant, their weight making you realise just how real this all was.

“You’re very smart though” Jin continued, his voice lowering even further “I’m sure you can figure it out if you tried.”

You didn’t need to figure it out, you knew what he wanted. Everyone had always seen that Jin was friendlier with you more than anyone else, your co-workers always caught his lingering gaze on you from the other side of a room and even in your defence of Jin naturally having a people watching habit, but they said this was different.

You knew it was different.

You noticed it too.

“I’m not that type of woman, sir” you croaked out, staring straight ahead and out the window to the world beyond the four walls you were hidden in. You thought back to all the stories that other windows hid behind them, how this meeting between you and Jin was just another story. Your body began to heat up, even if your mind said you weren’t that kind of person, your body was stating otherwise. You wanted him and you knew it but you didn’t want to be a casual fuck that he could toss around. No. It would ruin you and ruin your work. If you were going to sleep with him, somehow, it’s either going to be because he reciprocates your feelings and takes you seriously or it’s once you’ve resigned and found a better job. Even if no other job is going to get as good as this.

“I’m not either” he whispers, his lips nearing your ear, ghosting the soft skin “but I really like you.”

You could’ve choked. You honestly could have choked. It took all you had in you not to jump his bones right there, this was what you wanted right? For him to feel the same, and he just said that he did.

But no.

You weren’t going to let yourself be that easy.

You giggled slyly, covering his hands in yours before removing them from your shoulders. You slowly stood, facing him and giving him just enough time to compose himself of the confusion that dawned on him.

There was a tight feeling in your chest and you weren’t really sure, you could feel your heart beating harder inside of you as you looked at him. Jin was looking at you with a blank expression, but his eyes showed no frustration or disappointment. To you, it almost looked like he was curious.

“I like you too, Jin” you said, voice fading as you said his name out loud. As his assistant, you never called him by his first name, it was disrespectful and unbecoming of someone ranked lower but you figured that this moment could be an exception. “But I’m really not that type of girl.”

You gave him one more smile before bowing and excusing yourself from his office; exiting the door and practically collapsing in your seat just outside, you didn’t catch the amused scoff that Jin let out, or the unbelieving look on his face before he turned and watched you wake up your sleeping computer and reopen the work you had left behind.

How could he ever think you were easy? You were a woman of your principle and you were one of the hardest workers he knew, of course you would hold value to yourself just like any woman should. He mentally kicked himself for being so stupid. He should’ve known better, but when it comes to something he never really had experience with he would usually turn to you… he can’t go to you to ask for help on how to court you.

“What time?” You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration. The receptionist at the other end of the phone was the epitome of condescending as she spoke down to you.

“Right away, we’ll be contacting his father too.” She hummed smugly and you imagined her filing her nails at the desk, an ugly grin cracking her hot pink lipstick. You’d never liked her.

“I’ll be there as quick as I can.” You ended the call without saying goodbye, muttering a string of curse words before shoving your glossy white cell into your new red Chanel Boy handbag. Grabbing your keys and wallet from the marble bowl on the kitchen countertop you reached back into your purse with a long, exasperated sigh.

Today was going to be a long day.

Arguably the most annoyed you’d ever been, you called your driver to come and pick you up and take you to your son’s school. Again. Yoosun was 14 now, and both you and his father had told him time and time again that he needed to take responsibility for his actions, but clearly he didn’t listen, he never did. He was just like his father.

Kim Seokjin was your high school sweetheart, for years you were inseparable, you were the high school prom king and queen and everybody adored you as a couple. It came as no shock when you married him thirteen years ago at the tender age of 18, having just birthed your first child months before. Little did you know back then that you would be divorcing him three weeks before your 30th birthday. How time flies. Now, aged 31 you were a divorced, single mother trying her best to be a good role model for her only son.

And by the look of things you were doing a shit job at that too.

“What’d he do this time?” Jungkook, your driver, opened the limousine door for you, wearing his crisp navy and red uniform paired with smart shoes and an apologetic smile.

“They wouldn’t tell me over the phone…” You explained, climbing into the car. “With any luck he’s killed that bitch of a receptionist.”

Jungkook snorted, his smile wide enough to make his nose wrinkle as he shut the door behind you and slid into the drivers seat. “Should I wait outside for you?”

“Yes please, I don’t know how long it’ll take though.” You admitted as he pulled out onto the road, effortlessly dodging the busy lunchtime traffic.

“Don’t worry about it, I can play a game on my phone while I wait.” He hummed optimistically. Jungkook was 21 years old, fresh out of college and in need of some money. You were good friends with his oldest half-brother, Taehyung, who recommended him to be your driver 6 months ago. In all the time he’d been your driver you could safely say you’d never been stuck in traffic, the man drove like a maniac.

But at least you always arrived on time.

“Ah, to be 21 again.” You chuckled, not being able to remember the last time you’d played a game on your phone. Everything was so hectic these days with work, Yoosun, etc. You simply did not have time for leisurely activities anymore. Thankfully you had Jungkook around to run errands for you, in many ways he was more like a cross between a personal assistant and friend as opposed to a driver.

As an art dealer you were constantly arranging viewings, social events and more to the point you were always on your cellphone. Today you were supposed to be having lunch with Taehyung, who wasn’t only your dearest friend but an incredible artist. You were supposed to be discussing details of his upcoming exhibition, but instead you were pulling up to your son’s school in record time.

“Here already?” You asked, surprised.

“If you looked up from your phone once in a while maybe you’d actually see the world pass by.” Jungkook laughed, to which you nodded in defeat as he climbed out the car to open the door for you.

“Touché, go grab yourself some lunch, this could take a while.” You briefly peeled your eyes off your emails to look at your driver, who’s smile was brighter than the sun.

“Are you sure?” He double-checked with wide eyes, if there was one thing worth noting about Jungkook it was that he liked to eat. A lot. “I’ll pick up your dry cleaning afterwards.”

“Thanks Jungkook, I’ll message you when we’re finished.”

“Good luck.”

Good luck didn’t quite cut it.

As soon as you stepped over the threshold of the school you were greeted by her, the snooty receptionist who insisted on making your life a misery. You’d met before, countless times, but each time she saw you she would look you up and down as though you were truly worthless, the bottom of the barrel, the lowest of the low.

“Yoosun is already with Principle Kim.” She hummed with pride, “You’d best go in.”

You didn’t bother to thank her for her assistance before opening the principle’s office, the atmosphere already tense and thick enough to cut with a knife. Yoosun sat with his back to you, facing the head of the school, he didn’t turn in his seat, he must’ve known it was you by the sound of your heels clicking against the flooring.

“I came as quick as I could.” You turned your phone on silent, slipping it into your purse before sitting on one of the empty chairs beside your son. “What’s going on?”

Principle Kim was a successful man, he’d climbed the ranks throughout the school until he reached the very top. He was young considering he was the leader of the school, his smooth supple skin and slicked back hair gave him a youthful appearance, he couldn’t have been much older than yourself.

“Sun what happened?” You whispered while gripping his hand, emphasising your words with a little squeeze of his fingertips.

Immediately you knew he was guilty of something, his full lips were pursed and his thick brows were knitted closely together. He was the spitting image of his father, something that worked to his advantage with most of the girls his age, he could get away with anything. The exact same as Seokjin.

“Mrs Kim…” The principle began, pushing his thick-rimmed glasses up his short nose.

“Please, call me Y/N.” You insisted, “I haven’t been Mrs Kim for some time now.” You reminded him semi-sternly, though you wore a soft smile.

“My apologies Y/N…” He said in a professional tone, though his eyes sparkled with something that didn’t coincide with his usual well-mannered self. If you didn’t know better you would have sworn he was flirting with you; but then he opened his mouth again: “This is a very serious incident, I have every reason to expel your son from my school.”

“Expel?!” You gasped, horrified. “What did you do?!”

“Mom I—“

Before Yoosun had a chance to explain himself the door swung open, and your stomach dropped immediately. There he was, your first and only love, the father of your child, your once soulmate, husband and best friend rolled up into one. Kim Seokjin.

He was wearing a fitted suit, as he usually did being the CEO and founder of a million dollar travel agency, and an angry, disapproving frown. It had been over a year since you’d crossed paths and you knew he’d already remarried, the thick silver wedding band on his left ring finger stabbed you in the chest as he sat down on the other side of your son.

“Sorry I’m late, I was in a business meeting.” His voice was calm and sweet like honey as he tried to charm the principle. Not once did he look at you, or even register that you were in the same room.

“Mr Kim I was just telling your ex-wife that this is a very serious matter, I would appreciate it if you took it seriously.”

A small smile crept onto your face before you caught it, straightening it out before anybody other than the principle saw. Principle Kim flashed a quick but noticeable smirk, breathtaking dimples piercing either side of his full lips as he did so.

“I didn’t realise you’d be coming.” You hummed, briefly glancing over at the man you used to love.

“The receptionist insisted it was important.” Jin shrugged, quickly typing a message on his cellphone before shoving it inside his suit jacket. “What did you do?” He glared down at Yoosun, who looked pale and sheepish.

“Your son cheated on a test. He broke into the school and stole the answer papers for him and some of his friends to use. I have every right to call the police—“

“Nonsense.” Jin scoffed, winning you to snap your head round and face him in horror. “You can’t prove our son did this, otherwise you would’ve called the police by now.”

“The only reason I haven’t called the police is because I know Yoosun has been through a lot this past year, your divorce has really taken a toll on his grades.” The principle said sharply, his voice laced with venom as his eyes stared through your ex husband. “We have the security footage to prove it was him, and his perfect test results are all the evidence we need to know he put them to use.”

“Oh my god…” You sighed, bringing a manicured hand up to your mouth in shock. Turning to your son you felt disappointed that he even did such a thing. “You’re so bright and intelligent, why did you need to cheat?”

“Mom I’m sorry…” Yoosun looked ashamed, disgusted with himself as he couldn’t peel his eyes from the floor. “I- I don’t know why I did it.”

“There’s going to be serious consequences for what you’ve done, if the board found out about this you’d be expelled immediately… You ought to be thankful that I’m a very understanding person, which is why I’m willing to give you 12 weeks detention and have you join a few extra curricular classes, simply to make up for the credits you’ve lost due to cheating.”

You exhaled in sheer relief before locking eyes with the principle, “Thank you so much Principle Kim, Yoosun is a good kid and I know nothing like this will happen again. And if it does, you have my permission to take legal action.” You indirectly threatened your son, not missing the way his eyes widened in fear in your peripheral vision.

“I got pulled out of a meeting for a slap on the wrist?” Jin scoffed, “If you knew you weren’t going to take any further action, why did you insist we both be here? This is ridiculous, Y/N could’ve dealt with this herself and told me later.”

“Ridiculous? This is your son’s education!” You spat, surprising everyone in the room. “You should be grateful it’s only a slap on the wrist and nothing worse! How do you sleep at night with that attitude towards your own flesh and blood? We’re his parents, we, not me, we.”

The office fell silent, and your son sat between you both feeling nothing but awkward. He was probably sick of all the arguing and fighting, he heard enough of it while you were going through the divorce, in fact Principle Kim was right, your separation had really affected your son. He would have never done anything like this before. It was all your fault. Jin stood from the chair, straightening out his jacket before gesturing to his son to follow him.

“Thank you for giving our son another chance, I promise it won’t happen again.” He said, winning himself a small nod from the principle. Before you knew it both your ex-husband and your son had walked out the room, leaving you alone with Principle Kim.

“Sorry for shouting like that…” You started, holding his gaze. “I-, I don’t know what came over me. But really, thank you for this principle you didn’t—“

“Please, call me Namjoon.” He smiled, flashing his brilliant white teeth. “And I’m not going to judge you for making a remark I wholeheartedly agree with. I’m no parenting expert but I think you should try to be more civil with Mr Kim, stability is what Yoosun needs right now.”

“You’re right… God I’m such an—“

“You’re human, you should cut yourself some slack, we’ve all had bad breakups and shitty divorces. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, right?” Namjoon’s smile was contagious and you soon found yourself nodding in agreement, he was right, people make mistakes. Standing from your seat you extended your hand to him, shaking his large warm palm.

“Thank you Namjoon.”

“Anytime.” He winked, and for a moment you forgot how to breathe. It wasn’t until Jin’s loud voice called your name that you remembered where you were, and who Namjoon really was.

“Y/N! Are you free this afternoon? I’d like to take you and Yoosun for lunch to discuss this properly.” Your ex husband lurked in the doorway, his eyes wandering to yours and Namjoon’s joined hands before you finally pulled away. Remembering what Principle Kim had said about being civil with Jin you swallowed your pride and smiled.

“That sounds like a good idea, I’ll just need to text my driver.” You pulled out your cellphone to a long list of notifications.

“I’ll have my driver take us there and drop the two of you back at home afterwards, I insist.” Jin’s voice was rich and powerful, it was no wonder you used to be weak and the knees for him.

You looked back at Namjoon, who was eyeing your ex husband curiously, “Thanks again.”

“The pleasure was all mine Y/N.”

“Why are we doing this?” Yoosun sighed as you were shown to your table. Jin had chosen to take you to a popular, refined bistro restaurant in the middle of the city, being as well-known as he was meant that you were able to thankfully skip the queue too.

“I think it’s a good idea, we haven’t done this in a while.” You hummed, trying to make an effort. You shared a brief yet surprisingly intimate moment of eye contact with Jin over the table, his gaze was soft but his pupils were fiery and filled with something indescribable.

“For good reason.” Your son mumbled, crossing his slender arms over his chest.

“Don’t talk to your mother like that.” Jin said sternly, his face sharp enough to cut through stone. “Besides, this isn’t about us. It’s about you.”

“But I—“

“But what Yoosun? You think we’re going to let you off with something as serious as this? Because I sure aren’t, and I’m sure your mom feels the same way.” You nodded in agreement at Jin’s words, while some would say his approach was harsh you knew it was what Yoosun needed.

“Give me your cell.” You put your palm out onto the table, being the ‘softer’ parent meant that you surprised the pair by being so brazen, but you weren’t backing down. Not this time. “Come on, give me it.”

Your son sighed, his brows pinched together in an annoyed frown before he slammed his cellphone onto the table. Before Jin could scold him for causing a scene you swiped the device off the silk tablecloth and placed it into your purse.

“That’s too much! All my friends will—“

“Speaking of your friends, the ones who you helped cheat on the test…” You began with a serious tone, “They’re not your real friends if they’re willing to let you take the fall for it. I know it wasn’t your idea so ‘fess up, who’s was it?” You stared him down, you knew he would crack under the pressure and he wasn’t very good at lying. He got that from his mother.

“It was my idea…but…Hayley, ahh…” He said with a sigh, Hayley was a cheerleader at the school and often took advantage of Yoosun’s brains. Yourself and her mother had met once before, but the short conversation in Namjoon’s office was far from polite. “She wasn’t listening when I was tutoring her and I wanted to make sure she passed so I thought…I’m sorry.”

“I know you had good intentions Sun…” You nodded your head lightly, feeling slightly better knowing the context of his wrongdoing. “But you still did something very serious. You could’ve been expelled! So you’re grounded. No soccer for a month, no cellphone, no social media, no seeing your friends—“

“But what about Hawaii with dad and Joo?!” Yoosun asked with wide eyes, he’d spent almost six months looking forward to a vacation with Jin and his new wife.

You didn’t know much about Joo and to be frank you didn’t want to, she was married to your ex husband after all. Yoosun seemed to like her, he would sometimes speak very fondly of her but would stop if he sensed you were uncomfortable. It was less discomfort you felt when she was brought into conversation, if anything it was more of an unhealthy cocktail of jealousy and sadness.

“That’s up to your dad.” You looked across the table expectantly, Jin’s eyes were locked onto your nude glossy lips as you spoke.

“We’re not due to leave for more 5 weeks, if you behave at school and at home for your mother in that time you can still go. Sound fair?” His voice was sickeningly sweet like honey and deeper than the ocean, the way it always had been, the way it always would be.

“I guess so but soccer tryouts are—“

“And I’ll be checking regularly, I’ll clear my schedule every Thursday night between now and then…the three of us can have dinner and discuss anything we need to.” Taken aback by your ex husband’s words your eyes widened in shock, your mouth parting to say something but quickly closing again.

“What about Joo? Will she be having dinner with us?” Yoosun asked innocently with furrowed brows, you couldn’t help but squirm at the mention of her name. Why you felt so jealous of her was unfathomable, it’s not like Jin had an affair with her, the two of them met once you’d already filed for divorce. By that point you had no claim over him, no reason to be envious of their relationship; yet for some twisted reason you were.

Kim Seokjin was many things: an incredible businessman, a great father and loving son, a compassionate friend and so much more. However he wasn’t a very good husband. He would work late night after late night, prioritise things before his wife, forget important dates and push her away. You knew that. You’d lived that life. So why were you jealous of hers?

“I think it’s best your mother and I work on co-parenting together, alone, without Joo. Unless you’d prefer if she came to dinner with us?” Jin directed his question towards you.

Remembering what Namjoon said about parenting and stability, you took in a deep breath and smiled, eyes flitting between the two. “I think just us three would be a good way to start, unless Joo is uncomfortable with that then of course—“

“Then she’ll have to deal with it. As the mother of my one and only son, the woman who birthed and raised him, you guys have to come first. Always have…”

He paused, waiting for you to say the words ‘always will’, something you used repeat to each other all the time. The first time being when you were too teary to finish your wedding vows, and Jin took the words right out of your mouth and delivered the punchline instead. Your heart was pounding, did he really expect you to finish his sentence, a sentence that used to mean so much—

“Always will.” He finally finished himself, a smile broadening his plump lips but something that could only be described as disappointment evident in his eyes.

“In that case I’ll clear my Thursday evening schedules too.” You offered a polite smile.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Taehyung peered over his wine glass to eye you suspiciously, his long blonde hair kissing his equally long eyelashes.

For the longest time Taehyung had been your closest friend, he knew every version of you. The married you, the divorced you, the ‘I’m fine, really’ even though you weren’t version of you, and the skeptical you. He could tell from the glimmer of uncertainty in your eyes that you didn’t know if it was a good idea or a catastrophic mistake in the making.

“I-, I don’t know… This isn’t about me and Jin, Yoosun really needs stability right now.” You reiterated Principle Kim’s words, nodding mostly to yourself as you justified the plan to have dinner with your ex husband once a week.

“Of course of course, it’s very mature of you to put your feelings to one side and come together for your son.” Taehyung said quietly, a smile tugging at his lips before eyeing the nearby waitress with hungry eyes. “Just don’t get yourself hurt.”

“I won’t.” You sighed, finger combing your hair while your best friend continued to eyeball the waitress across the room. “Besides, I think someone else is finally interested in me…”

Taehyung’s eyes could not have got any wider even if he tried, the large brown orbs practically spilling from his skull as he spoke a little too loudly for your liking. “If you’re fucking my brother I don’t want to know about it. I’m all for your happiness but there’s a line—“

“I’m not sleeping with Jungkook!” You covered your face, mortified. “He’s only 7 years older than Yoosun! I’d feel like a criminal.”

“Don’t tell him that, he’d be crushed.” Taehyung snorted. It was common knowledge Jungkook preferred older women to the girls his age, but you would never ever entertain the idea in a million years. “If it’s not Jungkook then who is this potential suitor you speak of?” He asked with a raised brow.

“Okay so I think… Yoosun’s principle was flirting with me, why else would he insist I call him by his first name?” You asked, palms raised with an unknowing shrug.

There was a long silence, a deep inhale and a loud exhale before Taehyung cracked a wide, blindingly bright smile. “Then what are you waiting for? You haven’t had sex in the longest time I’m so glad that—“

“Excuse me, but how do you know when the last time I had sex was?” You whisper-shouted, brows pinched together angrily.

“Y/N every time you wear a dress I can see the cobwebs.” He clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth, making a satisfying pop sound before winking cheekily. “I’m serious! You need to get laid before you start climbing the walls—“

“Shit!” You quickly checked your watch, 4:50PM, it was supposed to be your first family Thursday in ten minutes. “Let’s put a pin in this conversation, I gotta go.”

“But whatever you do, do not fuck Jin. That would cause all kinds of problems.” Taehyung made a low whistling sound as you both gathered your belongings and downed the remainder of your drinks. “I don’t care if he’s got the biggest dick you’ve ever seen, he’s—“

“Married, Taehyung. Jin’s married.” You said sharply, “Which is exactly why I won’t be going anywhere near him like that. Not that I would anyway, I divorced him for a reason.” While the sex you had with Jin was always mind-blowing and incredibly intimate, he didn’t put the same amount of passion into the marriage; and that was the problem.

“That’s my girl! Incredibly strong, always overdressed and always running late.” Taehyung said with a fond smile before pressing his phone to his left ear, “Hey Jungkook? Yeah Y/N needs a ride, but not the kind you jerk off thinking about.”

You: Jin I’m so sorry, I was with Taehyung and lost track of time! I need to go home and change but then I’ll be straight to the restaurant to meet you guys! In the car now X

Jin: It’s okay. I can cook for us? Yoosun and I could get the groceries while you get changed, then we can have dinner at my place? X

You: Can we do it at my house? I wouldn’t want to impose… X

Jin: No problem, I’ll pick up Sun and head to the store now. You still like salmon? XX

By the time you were showered and dressed, or overdressed as Taehyung always said, Jin and Yoosun were walking through the front door with the grocery bags. It was equal parts familiar and unsettling hearing them talk in the hallway about their day. It was very domestic, and you didn’t know if you liked it.

Living up to your title of always over dressing, you’d opted to wear a two piece fit for a night out. A burgundy knee-length, figure grabbing pencil skirt and matching crop top, exposing only the smallest amount of your tiny waist. As you sauntered downstairs you caught Jin’s Adam’s apple bob up and down in his throat as he saw you, his eyes trained on your curves. It was alarming how flattered you felt by this, considering he was a married man and you’d promised yourself you would never fall back into his honey trap.

“Mom I got you some flowers from the florist on the way back.” Yoosun said with a proud grin, presenting a beautiful bouquet of fresh sunflowers. “Are they okay? Dad said sunflowers are your favourite.”

When you first discovered you were pregnant Jin had suggested the name Yoosun, but to his dismay you were unsure. It was a nice enough name for your first child, but it wasn’t until halfway through your pregnancy you truly fell in love with it. Jin had bought you a bouquet of sunflowers, which were more beautiful than anything else you’d ever seen, the colours, the contrast, the size… You loved everything about them. As you stared at the flowers stood proudly in a vase you played around with words, trying to incorporate sunflowers into your child’s name. Again, Jin suggested Yoosun, and you immediately fell in love.

“They are.” You smiled, pulling your son into a loving embrace before kissing his temple. “Did dad pay for them too?” You joked, letting go of his slender frame to grab a vase from the cabinet for the flowers.

“Dad doesn’t mind.” Jin chuckled, reaching for your favourite vase on nothing but instinct, his chest flush to your back as he carefully removed it from the glass display cabinet, arms reaching above your head. “Didn’t Taehyung buy this for you?”

“Uh-, yeah.” You nodded, senses clouded by the familiar scent of Jin’s spicy cologne embedded into his suit.

“How is he doing these days?”

“Really well, he has a new exhibition coming up and his pieces are divine. I’d buy every single one of them if I could.” You nodded with a fond grin, exhaling with genuine relief when Jin pulled the vase down and stepped away from you.

Yoosun had already began chopping vegetables and preparing the salmon. They were very alike in the sense they both loved cooking, a few years ago you bought them family cooking classes for Christmas because you how eager they were to explore the world of food and flavours. It wasn’t just cooking they had in common, they looked borderline identical and had almost the same personality too, they even dressed similar.

“Mind if I come to the exhibition? My office looks so plain and boring without any artwork.”

“You sold all your artwork?” You frowned, turning to face him and immediately regretting your decision. He had ridded himself of his suit jacket, placing it delicately onto a nearby coat stand before rolling his shirt sleeves up to his elbows. He looked good.

“Having paintings hung in my office was a constant reminder of you, and at the time it was almost impossible to concentrate so I got rid of them.” Jin sighed, turning his attention to watch Yoosun cook. “Only now it looks dull and uninviting, and I trust Taehyung will have some excellent pieces.”

“Oh he does.” You said, oozing with pride. “He’s one of the most sought out artists in the city these days.”

The night seemed to fly by with ease, to your surprise there was no awkward silence, no elephant in the room; just good conversation, good company and great food. Yoosun seemed to be having a nice time too, his content smile pulled at your heartstrings slightly. Why didn’t you consider this sooner?

Only a week had passed since you were in Principle Kim’s office, and yet Yoosun’s attitude has completely changed. He was coming home from school every day on time, finishing his homework, and instead of locking himself in his bedroom for hours on end he was downstairs, watching movies with you when you had the time. It was like he was back to his old self, the way he was before the divorce. Namjoon was right, all he needed was stability.

“I should probably get going.” Jin announced, and your son’s face dropped.

“Can’t you stay a bit longer? Watch a movie with us or something…” He suggested with a hopeful smile.

“I don’t know if your-, I mean I could, but… What do you think Y/N?”

Watching a movie as a family was very domestic, very intimate, and very dangerous. And yet as Yoosun’s pleading stare found yours, his thick lashes fluttering with every blink, you couldn’t bring yourself to say no.

“Go choose the film while I load the dishwasher then, and make sure it’s not a horror!” You shouted after him as he bolted out the room in excitement.

“I thought Sun loved horror movies?” Jin stood with you, grabbing some of the dirty dishes on the table.

“He does, but you’re a big baby.” You chuckled, walking over to the dishwasher with the empty glasses and cutlery. For as long as you could remember he hated horror movies, or any other form of scary entertainment, even some cut scenes in video games made him squirm.

“I’m better now I swear.” He laughed breathily before raising both arms in surrender, watching your body closely as you bent down to open the dishwasher. “You look very pretty tonight.”

“Me? Uh-, thank you. You look nice too.” Your words came out a rushed mess, head spinning as his compliment caught you off guard. Distracting yourself with loading the dishwasher, you paid little attention to Jin’s wandering eyes and focussed on the silverware instead.

“I always liked that colour on you.”

Having finished the dishes you stood up entirely, your body a mere three inches away from your ex husband’s. You could feel the warmth of his body radiating onto your chest, feel his breath kiss your cheekbone, his gaze locked onto your painted lips. He was crossing a line, where the line was you were uncertain, and how he was crossing it you didn’t know, but you knew something was wrong about this.

“Jin I—“

“I miss you, more than I thought I did…but seeing you at school was like a knife to my heart.”

“Stop.” You squeezed your eyes shut tight, your voice a small whisper. “You’re married.”

“Only because you wanted a divorce, I never wanted that… I haven’t stopped thinking about everything I should’ve said the day you came into my office with the papers. I can change, I can be the husband you need, I promise I can change.” His tone was sincere, his eyes glassy as tears threatened to spill and betray him. “Don’t let this be the end.”

“Jin I-, no. No, you’re married. Don’t say things you don’t mean, it’s not fair on Joo, or me, and it’s definitely not fair on Yoosun.” You tried to sound stern but your heart was racing wildly, fingertips trembling. “You’ll never change, and I don’t want you to. What I want is you to be a good role model for our son, that’s all I want.”

“Mom? Is dad scared of spiderman?” Yoosun called out from the living room, prompting you to smile.

“Let’s never talk of this again.” You said coldly, trying to push your own conflicted emotions to the back of your mind, “And watch a movie with our son.”

The next three weeks were bittersweet.

Jin would come over every Thursday evening and cook dinner with Yoosun, with a fresh bouquet of sunflowers for you. You’d discuss anything and everything, from past family vacations to present worries Sun was facing at school. It was pleasant, but it was painful. Being so close to the man you once shared everything with, your first and only love. you had to keep reminding yourself that this wasn’t about you two, but Yoosun.

“I thought everything was going well?” Jungkook asked from the drivers seat, his voice conflicted and shocked.

“So did I, but Principle Kim wants us both there… Jin called, he’s on his way too.” Thirty minutes ago your son’s school receptionist had called, sounding more disinterested than ever as she explained that the principle wanted to speak with yourself and Jin this afternoon. Thankfully it was Thursday, and the only plans you had for the day were spending time with your family anyway.

“…Y/N?” Jungkook looked at you via his mirror, nervously tucking his bottom lip between his teeth. “You and Jin…you’re not, y’know—“

“Tell Taehyung I’m not going to sleep with my ex husband, and ask him to stop using you as his spy.” You rolled your eyes, quick to see his game. “He flies out to Hawaii next week with his wife and Sun, so I’ll be able to dedicate my full attention to his exhibition, tell him not to worry.”

“Was it that obvious?” Jungkook sighed, subtlety was definitely not his forte.

“Never play poker Jungkook.” You sniggered quietly, peeling your gaze from a long list of emails on your phone to your surroundings. To your surprise you were at the school already, about to face whatever hell was about to rain down on your parade. “Take tonight off, it’s family night which means I can get a ride with Jin.”

“Are you sure?” Your driver asked innocently as he slid out of the car, opening the door for you.

“Mhm, thanks Jungkook.” A genuine smile spread your lips as you climbed out.

Before long you were walking into Principle Kim’s office, surprised to find Jin and Yoosun already seated opposite Namjoon, who looked you up and down before smiling fondly. This didn’t go unnoticed by Jin however, as he jaw seemed to tighten as you sat down next to your son. He had no right to be jealous, you thought, he was a married man.

“I’m sorry I’m late, I was meeting with a collector and—“

“No need to explain yourself Y/N, what’s important is you’re here now.” Principle Kim grinned, his enchanting dimples piercing either side of his lips. You heard Jin scoff under his breath, and saw him shake his head lightly from the corner of your eye. “I called you in today to say that we’ve seen such a remarkable change in Yoosun, his grades are up, attendance and punctuality is perfect, his teachers have seen a real difference.”

“Well Y/N and I made sure to put Yoosun’s education as our number one priority, we have an arrangement I think is benefitting everybody.” Jin said with a smug smile, his eyes fixed on the principle.

“Would you agree Yoosun? Do you feel happier with this arrangement?”

“Yeah, I didn’t really get to see dad before we started family night because he’s always working…so is mom, she works more than dad these days but at least I can spend time with them both now.” His words broke your heart, you always worked hard so that he could have the best of everything, but you didn’t realise he felt you were absent until now. “I like family night.” Gripping onto your son’s hand lightly you smiled, in awe of how reasonable and polite your boy had become.

“Are you going to the soccer try outs tonight?” Namjoon asked inquisitively, it was no secret that Yoosun loved to play soccer, and he happened to be very good at it too.

“Uh-,” He paused, and you looked over his frame to smile at Jin, the two of you nodding in sync. “It’s family night so—“

“You can go.” You nudged his side with your elbow, “Just be home by 9.”

“Really?! But they start in-, I’ve only got 15 minutes!” Panic was evident in your son’s voice, winning you to chuckle lightly at his equal parts enthusiasm and terror.

“You’d best get going then.” Jin chimed in with a serious look, though his eyes were playful.

Yoosun didn’t need telling twice, he soon bolted out of the room after yelling a series of thank you’s and goodbyes. Standing to your feet you shook Principle Kim’s hand firmly, who was looking at you in a way that had you close to blushing.

“Thank you Namjoon, if there’s anything I can do to help out the school let me know.” You grinned widely, eyelashes fluttering with each blink.

“It’s no problem, I’ll be in touch Y/N.”

It wasn’t until you left the room and felt Jin’s huge presence behind you that you remembered he was there, you were so caught up in the way Namjoon had looked at you that you’d forgotten about your ex husband. Silently, the two of you headed down the school corridors and exited the building. Having remembered you’d given Jungkook the night off you groaned in frustration, rolling your eyes to the heavens as you dialled for Taehyung.

“What’s wrong?” Jin asked, concerned.

“I gave my driver the night off—“

“I’ll take you home.” He cut over you, his voice powerful and assertive yet there was an underlying tenderness. He was dressed in a black suit today, everything was the same colour as coal, including his shirt beneath the jacket. It was strange that you had also opted to wear an entirely black outfit, a PU leather pencil skirt and an off the shoulder blouse tucked into your favourite Gucci belt, all tied together with a pair of Marc Jacobs stilettos.

“Are you sure? I can call Taehyung I don’t mind.”

“I’m sure, I was supposed to spend the evening with you anyway so why don’t we head to yours and have dinner? As friends of course. I bought the ingredients to make risotto.”

Intimate, domestic, dangerous.

“Um, sure okay.” You nodded, convincing yourself this was a good idea and not at all a catastrophic mistake.

“I didn’t realise you were on a first name basis with Principle Kim.” Jin mumbled, unlocking his huge SUV and gesturing for you to climb in.

“I didn’t realise it was an issue.”

Taehyung: Enjoy family night Y/N. Are we still on for dinner tomorrow evening? I have a couple of potential buyers I’d like to talk to you about XXX

You: Thanks, and yeah of course! Email me their information so I can make sure they’re legit XXX

Taehyung: Will do XXX

Taehyung: Oh and I was right, Jungkook would totally fuck you, he just told me lmao XXX

You: …See you both tomorrow

Sun: Can I go to my friend’s house for dinner? X

You: As long as you’re back for 9PM XXXX

Sun: Thanks mom! XX

Unknown: Hi Y/N, it’s Namjoon, I got your number from the office, hope that’s okay… Would you like to go for a drink with me this Saturday? I’m sorry in advance if I’ve read the signs wrong…

You: I already have plans that day, sorry

You: But I’m free next Saturday if that’s any good to you?

Namjoon: That’s great, it’s a date 

You: It’s a date X

You arrived home later than usual, due to Jin’s incredibly slow driving, it was just after 6PM when the two of you sat down to eat. As promised, Jin had cooked a wonderful risotto, filled with herbs and spices that smelled incredible and made you salivate. Normally you would avoid carbs like the plague but how could you turn down risotto? It was one of your favourite dishes.

“This is lovely, you didn’t have to cook y’know.” You chuckled, “We could’ve just ordered in.”

“You know I detest any form of takeout, it’s plain lazy to order in when you have the means to make something equally as delicious.” His gaze caught yours and there was a glimmer of mischief, the fun sparkle you hadn’t seen in years.

“I know, I know-, I just prefer the convenience of it all. Always have—“

“Always will.”

Silence followed, old habits die hard as they say. With a racing heart and clammy hands you reached over the dining table for his empty dish, placing it on top of your own before taking them to the dishwasher. Jin followed, empty wine glasses and cutlery in hand. You took your time loading the dishwasher, being sure to steady your breathing before standing up.

Jin’s strong arms caged you between the sparkling countertop and his toned body, the heat radiating off him mirrored the fire in the pit of your stomach. He was so close, too close as his soft brown eyes found yours.

“I miss you Y/N, I miss us.” His eyes were hurt and confused. “Let me try and be better to you, to Yoosun.”

“You’re married.” You stated matter-of-factly, gaze dropping to the floor, unable to look him in the eye any longer. “This isn’t fair, you need to stop this.”

He closed the small distance between your bodies, his firm torso pressing against the curve of your breasts as he leaned down, plump lips ghosting your neck. “I’m sorry my love wasn’t enough for you.” The sincerity in his voice tugged at your heart strings, the familiar feeling of his lips on your skin borderline intolerable, weakening your limbs until you didn’t have the strength to push him away. “I’m sorry I didn’t show it enough.” His mouth crept up to your ear where he took the lobe between his teeth and softly tugged on it.

“Jin we shouldn’t—“

“I’m sorry I wasn’t a good enough man for you.” He whispered, almost too quiet to hear.

Everything happened so fast, one minute you were swimming in the depths of his eyes and the next your lips were on his. He kissed you back gently, one palm cupping your jaw and the other taking a firm hold of your waist. Instinctively you wrapped your arms around his neck, a dainty moan escaping you as his hand stalked it’s way up your body.

“I’ve missed you so much.” He breathed between kisses, pressing his forehead to yours.

“I’ve missed you too.” You finally caved, emotions running high as he swept you off your feet and carried you into the living room, all while peppering your exposed neck and collarbones with shy kisses.

Your back hit the fabric sofa as Jin angled himself above you, reattaching his mouth to yours. His kisses were slow and calculated, teasingly pausing between every pout of his lips against yours. With his hands either side of your face you were able to start ridding him of his clothes, first his suit jacket, then you unbuttoned his shirt, you were in the middle of unbuckling his belt when he swiped his tongue against yours, winning a moan from you.

His chest was more chiselled than you remembered, the outline of his ab muscles sent waves of anticipation down your spine while you ogled him. He was quick to get your belt off and untuck your shirt, one hand finding purchase on your bare middle as the other held his weight above you.

“Why did you have to wear a leather skirt…” He joked under his breath, pondering the easiest way to remove it.

“The zip’s at the back.” You giggled. It had been years since you and Jin were spontaneously intimate on a sofa, it was simultaneously refreshing and nostalgic, as though you were a teenager all over again. 

Taking your word for it he snaked his hand round your back, first unzipping your skirt so you could slide it off your legs; second unclasping your bra and peeling it off your body along with your shirt. Now wearing nothing but your underwear you felt self-conscious, what if he didn’t find you attractive—

“You’re still the most perfect woman I’ve ever seen.” It was though he read your mind, his words like reassuring music to your ears as his stare travelled the lengths and curves of your body, eyes blown with lust and lips kiss-swollen and pink. He looked perfect like this, torso exposed, chest heaving as he tried to slow his breath, hair tousled and wayward, and his painfully hard erection straining against his black pants.

“And you’re the most handsome man I know.” You cooed, ironically feeling coy in front of the only man to date who had seen you at your highest and lowest points. The best and the worst versions of yourself.

Jin cupped your heat with one hand and you gasped, temporarily unable to speak. Taehyung was right, you hadn’t had sex in a very long time and the smallest touch had your skin ablaze and your heart rate quickening. It was wrong, you knew it was wrong, but as his slender fingers tugged your thong down and off your smooth legs, you knew there was no going back.

“Please Jin… I want you.” You whispered, voice laced with seduction and need.

There was no way Jin could deny your request, you were sprawled out naked below him, every inch of your body fuelled his fire more. Tugging off his pants and boxers he watched your chest rise and fall with ragged breaths, his eyes eventually dragging down your body until they were fixed solely on your core. He flirted with the idea of teasing you, making you beg for him like he’d fantasised about for so long…but he couldn’t wait any longer.

Stroking your womanhood he groaned, your silky skin already pushing him to the edge of sanity. He lowered his body and threw your legs over his shoulders, dipping his face between your legs. In the next moment his tongue was drawing tantalising circles across your swollen bundle of nerves, prompting you to moan his name much louder than either of you expected.

“Oh god…” You panted, closing your eyes so you could concentrate on the addictive sensation.

He sped up his tongue, flicking the soft muscle over your sweet spot over and over until you were a writhing, sweating mess on the sofa. It was obscene, the lewd sound of Jin’s mouth swirling round your sensitive bud, the feel of his saliva trickling down your folds and onto the couch beneath…it was overwhelming.

Your high was coming and fast, though you tried your best to will it away you knew you wouldn’t last much longer; it had been so long not to mention he was just so good. Taking your most sensitive bundle of nerves between his lips he sucked harshly, winning a guttural moan to tear from your throat and fill the room. Your insides got warmer and warmer, until they were red hot and your hips were rocking backwards and forwards in hope for more friction.

“I’m coming!” You shrieked, legs trembling either side of his face before the room started to spin, body trembling and insides pulsing rhythmically as you came violently. He didn’t move away at first, instead he slowed his movements to an eventual stop before adjusting his body and lining up his thick member with your core; his forehead pressed to yours.

“Are you okay?” He asked with a small wink and you nodded in response.

Slowly, he filled you with every hard inch of himself until he reached your cervix. You always used to brag to your friends about how big he was, but you didn’t remember him being this massive. The stretch was painful at first, but he gave you a few seconds to adjust before sliding out of you and entering you again.

Lowering his lips to your neck he peppered your skin with delicate kisses, you rolled your hips up to meet his slow yet surprisingly rough thrusts, breathy moans emitting from the pair of you. Whispers of each other’s names and groaned profanities filled the room, your bodies tangled up in each other as though it was what they were created to do. He completed you, and you completed him.

Always had, always would.

You completely melted beneath his touch, your back arching against the sofa, pushing your breasts against his warm chest as he stayed at a steady momentum. Gently rocking his hips back and forth, every inch of him pushing against your sensitive walls with each thrust.

“I’ve always loved you.” Jin sighed, his lips tickling yours like a light feather as you smiled.

“I love you too.”

For so long you’d fought off the desire to be with Jin, the yearning in your body to kiss him, touch him, lay with him at night… Everything was so raw and emotional, to the point of your eyes welling up with tears threatening to spill out. His hands were tangled in your hair, his lips attached to yours in a series of messy kisses, and his true intentions out in the open; he loved you.

Without warning he snapped his hips even harder, winning you to throw your head back in sheer bliss, he was reaching spots inside you that you’d almost forgotten existed, and soon the white hot fire returned in the very depths of your stomach. Feeling your walls squeeze him even tighter Jin soon caught on, increasing his pace until the sounds of his pelvis slamming into yours filled the room; along with your desperate moans and his low grunts.

“I’m close.” He groaned, eyes squeezed shut and bottom lip wedged between his teeth. The feeling was mutual, you knew that if he kept hitting your deepest most pleasurable spots you’d be coming again much sooner than you’d anticipated.

His hips built up speed until he reached an impossible momentum, your pelvis would no doubt be bruised in the morning but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Gripping onto his broad shoulders you dragged your nails down his back, watching him hiss with equal parts pain and pleasure from the stinging sensation.

“Fuck! I’m gonna—“ Your sentence was cut short by a shrill shriek, your orgasm forcing your insides to convulse wildly around your ex husband’s member, and in turn prompting him to come straight after you with a low moan that resembled your name.

The room was deathly quiet, the only sounds in the air were your slowing breath and the ticking of the large wall clock. Yoosun would be home soon. Your eyes widened in horror, guilt and disappointment crippling your body from the inside out until you started to cry.

“What’s wrong?” Jin asked concerned, pulling out of you and tugging your body into his arms. You stayed there for a while, feeling safe and protected by his warmth as though he was your very own comfort blanket. But the tears would’t stop. You knew what had to happen, and you couldn’t put it off any longer.

“Get out.” You sniffled, too ashamed to look at him, to face the consequences of what you’d done.

“What? Y/N—“

“I said get out.”

That night you sobbed yourself to sleep, tears constantly flowing out your eyes and soaking the silk pillowcases. You were a mistress, an affair, the other woman. You let your guard down and fell straight into his honey trap; opened up to him and confessed your love. This time it wasn’t Jin who broke your heart;