The city lights blurred as the sleek black car glided through the quiet streets, the muted hum of the engine filling the silence. Taehyung sat beside you, his posture as perfect as ever, his hand resting on his lap, while his eyes were fixed on the road ahead.

You, on the other hand, sat quietly, your gaze turned toward the window. Outside, the world felt far away, the night serene. The aftermath of the glamorous gala still hung between the two of you like a thin veil—his perfect charm, the effortless way he commanded attention, and the countless eyes that had been on you two.

But now, in the stillness of the car, the reality felt heavier. You watched as the streets passed by, your mind swimming with unspoken thoughts.

As the car approached a stoplight, your eyes landed on a small family on the sidewalk. A couple was standing outside a little bakery, bundled up against the night chill, laughing as their young daughter twirled in circles between them. The mother crouched down to fix the girl’s scarf, and the father pressed a gentle kiss to the top of his daughter’s head. Their laughter was faint, but it reached you through the glass like a distant melody.

You smiled faintly, almost longingly, watching the family as the car waited at the light. Your chest tightened, a soft ache blooming where warmth should have been. You glanced at the father again, the way his eyes crinkled with affection, and you wondered what it feels like to feel like that.

The light turned green, and the car moved on, leaving the happy scene behind. But your thoughts lingered there, on that simple moment of joy you had witnessed from afar.

Without turning your head, you spoke, your voice soft, barely louder than a whisper. “Did you enjoy yourself at the gala?”

Taehyung blinked, turning slightly to look at you. “I did. Did you?”

You kept your eyes on the window, watching the city pass by. “I did.”

That marked the end of the words being exchanged between the two of you.

The car slowed as the two of you approached your house, the headlights casting soft shadows on the driveway. The silence remained, heavy and unsettling.

As the car pulled to a stop, Taehyung glanced at you briefly before stepping out of the car.

You watched him through the window as he walked around the front of the vehicle, his movements graceful and precise. His polished shoes clicked softly against the pavement, his suit perfectly in place even after hours of mingling and formalities. The faint light of the porch illuminated his figure as he approached your side of the car, and in a practiced, gentlemanly motion, he opened your door.

You hesitated for a second, your eyes on him as he stood there, holding the door open, his gaze soft but unreadable.

“Thank you,” you murmured, slipping your hand into his as you stepped out of the car. The warmth of his palm was a contrast to the cool night air, and for a brief moment, your fingers lingered together, an unspoken exchange passing between them.

Taehyung smiled faintly, that same polite, careful smile you have seen countless times.

As you stepped onto the driveway, he gently closed the car door behind you, his hand still resting lightly on your back as you walked toward the house. The night was quiet, the distant hum of the city fading away as you entered the familiar solitude of the house.

For a moment, you glanced up at him, your heart tightening at the way he moved with such control, such grace, even now. There isn’t even a single strand of his hair that is out of place.

As the two of you approach your shared bedroom, Taehyung speaks up, “I have some files I need to go through.”

“You’ll be in your office?”

“Don’t stay up for me. Sleep tight,” he gives your waist a small squeeze and with a small smile of confirmation, lets you go.

“Good night,” you say, with an exhale and head inside the bedroom. 

By now, you should be used to this. At least, that is what you tell yourself. Why then, do you still feel this sensation of disappointment lingering in your chest?

Kim Taehyung is handsome. The kind of handsome that makes you think he’s unreal. The kind of handsome, that can turn someone into a sixteen year old girl with a crush. The kind of handsome that makes you think he’s a painting.

Kim Taehyung is polite. The kind of polite that makes the grandmas at the country club wish they had a grandson like him. He’s the kind of polite that makes him the favorite uncle among all his niece and nephews.

Kim Taehyung is also charming. Very very much so. The kind of charming that will draw all and any attention in the room, the moment he walks in.

But that is all that you know about Kim Taehyung, your husband.

When you first learnt that your marriage has been fixed with none other than the CEO of Divine Diamonds and the only heir of the Kim family, you expected the worst.

What else were you to think upon learning that you were to marry a man who has always had everything they needed right under their fingertips? Someone who was born with a silver spoon in their mouth?

His flawless reputation and clean history, only added to your suspicion. A clear and perfect image is a clear indication of the power and control you have to clean up traces of all your sins. 

You expected a man who’s all charming and sweet in front of the cameras but an arrogant, cold and cruel man, behind closed doors. That, or a man-child.

However, you were surprised on the very first night of the wedding when you realized he was still as polite, kind and gentleman like, even though there was no one watching.

You remember thinking there must be something. That sooner or later the other shoe would drop. That sooner or later you’d realize this is all a façade and your initial assumptions about Kim Taehyung were indeed right.

The first month after your marriage you tip toed around him like a scared cat. Maintaining distance and not speaking more than two words, unless necessary.

After the first month though, you started letting your guard down. You thought maybe you were being too harsh on him and maybe you should give him a chance to be the person he actually is instead of trying to view him through the negative nancy lenses you had on.

Somewhere, with that thought was also the hope of having a happy marriage life.

However, as soon as you started to open up, the other shoe dropped.

Kim Taehyung was rich, handsome, polite, kind, charming and a perfect gentleman. However, his flawlessness soon became an issue, to you.

How can a person be perfect and flawless? No human on this planet is so perfect that they start feeling unreal.

How can a person be always so cheerful, kind and smiling? You have never seen any real emotion in him that would make you feel like despite the abundance of wealth and good looks, Kim Taehyung is a human like the rest of us.

You have never seen him frown, being annoyed, sad or angry. You haven’t even seen him laugh or being excited, ever. Nothing that feels real.

And six months of marriage is a long time, to go without observing any of these on your partner.

In the six month, that you have been married to him, you both have never shared a single real conversation.

Yesterday’s three sentence conversation would serve as a pretty good example and summation of all the conversations you have shared with Taehyung so far.

“Did you enjoy yourself at the gala?”

“I did. Did you?”                                                      

“I did.”

The only major difference being, in the past, you had always tried to continue the conversation and deepen them. However, as days passed by, you have slowly started to give up.

You have come to accept the fact that maybe this is how your marriage will be. You will be one of those many people that gets to know Kim Taehyung for the perfect man he is and not as the real Taehyung with all his flaws and humanness, as his wife.

After five whole months of trying constantly but failing, you’ve started to make peace with the fact that you will always be on the other side of the glass, watching him but never truly reaching him. 

Like the pristine glass walls in your home, separating the inside from the outside, there’s an invisible barrier between you and him. You can see Taehyung, admire him even, but the connection you crave remains out of reach. Just like the glass, no matter how close you get, you’ll always remain on the outside—never able to step through and touch the real him. 

You have come to realise, with a quiet resignation, that you may always be a guest in his life, kept at arm’s length, while the real him stays locked away.

As you cascade down the stairs, you spot Taehyung sitting on the breakfast table with his breakfast untouched. The moment you make your presence known, he looks up and greets you, “Good morning. I was waiting for you.”

“You didn’t have to,” you mumble as you take a seat.

“Would you like to have the cereals first, or the pancakes?” He queries.

“I’ll just have the cereal,” you say and your hands reach for the cereal box but Taehyung beats you to it.

“I’ll do it for you.”

“I can do it,” you interject.

“Never said you couldn’t,” Taehyung smiles.

Anyone else would probably fawn at how caring of a husband Taehyung is. But all you feel is like a guest, he is doing formality with.

You don’t object however, knowing that despite what you might have to say, Taehyung will insist.

Much like any other day, you expect the entirety of the breakfast to be spent in silence. However, Taehyung speaks up, after a few more minutes of scrolling through his phone.

“Your father has invited us to dinner this Sunday.”

All your movements come to a halt and a weird feeling takes over your body. “Did he?”

“Yes,” he nods, “Do you want to go?”

“Uh, I don’t mind,” you mumble, your eyes fixed on the cereal as it gradually turns soggy.

“Then I’ll just let him know that we will be coming.”

“Sure.”

You nod, barely paying attention as the cold marble beneath your feet makes you shiver slightly, reminding you just how empty and vast the house feels.

You have come to this understanding that people in general have this idea that the rich and wealthy are these bad, evil people who would do anything to continue to be in power. But in your experience, nothing beats ambitious people who would do anything, to be like the rich and wealthy.

The thought of what they could have is mighty dangerous. The greed of power, money and control can make a person let go of all their morals and conscience.

Rich people might be arrogant and egoistic, but their ego often makes it easy for them to be manipulated. You adhere to their ego and you can make them do almost anything.

A man with greed and hunger, however has nothing they care for, except for that which they have their eyes on. That is what makes them powerful in a dangerous way.

“We heard you were fond of Indian cuisine,” your mother speaks as she serves some more of the pulao she has specially made for Taehyung. By “made” you mean she hired a chef for a day.

“It’s wonderful,” Taehyung began, “Although, you didn’t have to go through all that trouble.”

“Nonsense,” your father dismisses Taehyung’s words. “You’re like our son. It’s never a trouble.”

“Plus, I know our daughter can’t really cook,” your mother gives you a fleeting glance, her smile soft but her gaze condescending. “You probably don’t get to enjoy food made by your wife.”

You refuse to look up from your plate and start mixing the pulao with the curry, hastily.

“It’s sad you know,” your father chimes in, his voice coated with regret. “We tried to make her understand that no matter who she gets married to, she should not be a burden. But all she was focused on, was her computer science course.”

“It’s unfortunate really,” your mother sighs. “And people think that we have failed as parents.”

“She was doing a course in computer science?” Taehyung asks, sounding curious. “I have never heard about it before.”

Oh no, not the computer course that was a ‘total waste of money’. The ‘wasted’ money was yours, but wasted nevertheless.

“Uh yeah, she had this passion for computers and did bachelors in computer science,” your mother speaks vainly, as if unable to understand why would you ever think that to be a good idea.

“Computer science degrees are highly in demand now,” Taehyung comments. “Why did you not take up a job?”

You feel startled when you realize that Taehyung is speaking to you. However, you’re saved from answering and being a part of the conversation for your mother answers the question.

“She didn’t manage to get a job.”

Sure, that’s what happened, mother.

“Really?” Taehyung sounds surprised. “But I thought she got offer letters from two major MNCs.”

Your eyes snap up to look up at him. How does he know?

Your mother’s smile wavers slightly, but she quickly recovers, offering a dismissive chuckle. "Oh, well, those offers didn’t work out. You know how it is, the competition is tough. Some people just... aren’t cut out for certain roles."

Taehyung’s eyes flicker in your direction, the corners of his lips curling into a calm smile. "Interesting," he murmured, his tone light and thoughtful. "I wasn’t aware that receiving offers from two major multinational corporations meant someone wasn’t cut out for success."

The room grew quieter, the weight of Taehyung’s words hanging in the air.

Your father clears his throat. “It’s a good thing that the jobs didn’t work out. If she was working, who would take care of you?”

Taehyung’s smile remained, but there was something cold lurking behind his gentle expression. 

“I’m glad to hear that,” he said, his voice still warm, even as the temperature in the room seemed to drop. “Because, you see, if anyone were to ever imply her as a burden…” His smile widened, though the look in his eyes was anything but friendly. “…I might feel… obliged to repay the favour in ways that others find unpleasant.”

Your parents exchanged glances, a thin layer of unease settling over their previously confident demeanour.

“Oh, we didn’t mean it that way, Taehyung. Of course, she’s not a burden—she’s our daughter,” your mother says quickly, her voice higher-pitched than usual. “We only want what’s best for her.”

Taehyung tilts his head slightly, his eyes still fixed on your parents. The smile never leaves his face, but it’s cold now—calculated. “I understand. After all, we wouldn’t want any misunderstandings.” His gaze flicks to you for a brief second, and that dangerous gleam lingers. “Especially when it comes to family.”

For the first time, you feel like you are seeing him—not the perfectly polite husband or the charming CEO—but a man with layers far more complex and unsettling than you’d imagined. It isn’t anger in his eyes; it’s control. A silent reminder that, in this room, he holds all the power.

The silence that follows is suffocating, and you can feel the tension crackling like electricity in the air. You glance down at your plate, your pulse quickening. Taehyung’s charm had always been disarming, but now, it feels like a weapon he wields with deadly precision.

Your father coughs lightly, breaking the oppressive quiet. “Of course, Taehyung, we didn’t mean any offence. You know how we can be sometimes, just trying to look out for her.” His laugh is forced, and you can tell he’s trying to regain control of the conversation.

Taehyung leans back in his chair, his expression softening ever so slightly. “I’m sure you are,” he says, his tone once again light, almost playful. But that undercurrent of danger remains, simmering just beneath the surface. “I’m only concerned for my wife’s well-being. After all, she’s the most important person to me now.”

The room seems to exhale as Taehyung’s words hang in the air. Your mother smiles shakily, and your father nods, but you can tell they are both on edge, uncertain of what had just happened.

You, however, can’t shake the feeling that something has shifted between you and Taehyung. For the first time, you see the real him—not the perfect husband, but the man behind the mask. And that man is far more dangerous than you ever realised. You feel like you are standing at the edge of a cliff, unsure whether to step forward or retreat.

In that moment, Taehyung turns his gaze back to you, the smile still lingering on his lips, but his eyes hold yours with a quiet intensity. For a brief second, you think you see a flash of something—something raw, something real. But it’s gone just as quickly, replaced by the calm, polite man you’ve always known.

“Shall we?” he asks, gesturing to your plate. “I wouldn’t want your meal to go cold.”

“Just admit you did it on purpose Min Yoongi,” your pout was getting more pronounced at the accusation, a big cute frown on your face that makes Yoongi bite his lips to stop smiling but he fails. 

Hoseok and Tae laugh behind their hands or paperwork, both of them clearing their throats and schooling their features before you turn on them. 

“What exactly did I do wrong, kitten?” Yoongi asks with a dare in his eyes, a lot of people thought you both didn’t get on but they were wrong. Yes, you both argued and disagreed with each other without care about who was watching but it was only play-fighting, and Yoongi did it on purpose to see his kitten’s claws. Who else in the company would dare confront him like this with his full name on their lips in that demeanour. 

“I emailed you my report because you asked for a digital copy AND YOU CHANGED THE FONT!”

Hoseok and Taehyung both clasp their hands over their mouths as the giggles escape, you eye them both distastefully, narrowed gaze piercing them.

“And what’s the problem?” Yoongi smirks, oh you wanted to wipe that smug look off his face.

You groan exasperatedly, huffing loudly which only makes his grin wider. How he loved playing with his kitten, any piece of string he dangled in front of you sent you running in circles with him and he always loved the sight. 

“Why did you change it?” The pout is back.

“You’re pouting again Kitten,” Yoongi sighs, “stop it.”

You only pout harder, looking at him like a child being told off but not backing down. 

“I’m not pouting,” you argue, and your tone tickles him. For your own safety you needed to be more aware of your facial muscles, or did you not realise every time you purse your lips like that you were just asking to be kissed, and Yoongi was not a gentleman, how long did you expect him to resist?

“Hyung,” Taehyung whines, copying your expression exaggeratedly. “I can’t believe you changed the font on flower’s hard work.”

“How could you?” Hoseok joins in, adopting a childish tone in his voice as he pouts extra hard. 

The fake support only makes you glare at them, they sounded ridiculous as they struggled to keep their composure. Yoongi doesn’t hold back his soft laughter, the sound cooling your anger a little.

“You’re not funny,” you say to the duo, watching both their tails swish behind them as they mock you. 

“I disagree,” Tae chuckles. 

“We’re hilarious sunshine,” Hoseok chimes in, “and Yoongi hyung was right, you are pouting.”

“That is beside the point,” you disregard them, “the point is Min Yoongi disrespected my work.”

“I changed the font Kitten, I didn’t insult it,” he rolls his eyes but the smirk doesn’t disappear. 

“Helvetica is an insult,” you mumble, walking away with a stomp in your step. The three cat hybrids start to petulantly whine and complain as you leave, begging for you to stay.

“Kitten, I’ll change it back,” Yoongi calls after you.

“Flower come back,” Taehyung whines.

“Sunshine we were joking!” 

But your only response was the slam of the office door.

“No one tell Namjoon.”

“Hyung you were pushing it,” Hoseok berates him gently, “or did you not scent the change yet?”

“Of course I did, it’s my favourite time to play with Kitten,” Yoongi admits. “She’s extra volatile this time of month.”

Taehyung shakes his head in disbelief, “Hyung you’re sadistic.”

Hoseok just stares at the panther with a knowing look. Min Yoongi could pretend all he wanted, but the man was soft for you and your attention. 

—

Did their hybrid ears deceive them, or was that your heart pumping out of pace as you stared up at Jin with a spaced out look. The bear hybrid was devastatingly handsome, the whole company knew it, even you weren’t immune to it.

“Angel, are you listening to what Hyung is saying?” Jimin calls you out with a smirk.

“Huh,” you take a second to snap out of it, meeting the knowing look in Jimin’s eyes before you feel your cheeks burn. “Yep.”

It sounds like a squeak as you turn back to the file Jin was holding, trying to read the words on the page but you can’t make out a single sentence. You hear him chuckle beside you, wishing the floor would swallow you whole to escape the sudden embarrassment you felt. 

“Beautiful girl, are you feeling okay?” Jin asks with a grin, bathing in the sight of you becoming flustered. 

“Flower,” Taehyung stands from his desk with mock worry on his face, taking your hands in his as he stares you down, “your heart rate just skyrocketed, are you okay?”

Jimin and Jungkook push Jin out of the way, the trio surrounding you as they voice their concern over your health, making you want Hell to open up and take you if it meant you could escape this. 

“Ya!” Even Jin couldn’t save you now, he may have been the oldest but when the maknaes wanted something they’d get it. He sighs, shaking his head as you fight for words against their attack. 

“You don’t have a temperature,” Jungkook mutters with a pout, the back of his hand pressed to your forehead. 

“This is serious,” Jimin contemplates, his hands on your cheeks as he looks into your eyes, “there’s no reason for angel’s heart rate to shoot up out of nowhere,” he fights the smirk but you can hear it in his voice, he knows exactly why you were like this, damn their hybrid senses.

“Bunny, are you sure you don’t have a heart condition?”

“Should we book an appointment with the company doctor,” Taehyung says to the two, his acting skills better than them by far, even you were almost convinced it would be a good idea. 

“This isn’t the first time it’s happened Bunny, what if it’s something serious?” Jungkook teases, unable to stop the grin on his face. 

“Has no one else picked up on it Angel?” Jimin asks innocently before his eyes change again, a cheshire cat smile on the fox’s face forming without restraint. “It only ever happens with us.”

Your whole head feels like it’s on fire, the open mouth of shock pressing shut with annoyance. 

“Maybe I’m allergic to you guys,” you say through gritted teeth, making the boys gasp in outrage at the idea. 

—

It hurt like a bitch, like little fists were punching you from the inside out and all you could do was grit your teeth and take painkillers, which you swear did nothing. You try to suppress a groan, pressing your lips together hard as you get through another cramp. You wish you didn’t come in today but there was an important meeting and you stupidly thought that was more important than crying in bed in pain alone. 

You don’t notice three sets of eyes on you, looking on with worry. It's when you clutch your abdomen, eyes squeezed closed, that they know they can no longer leave you be. 

“Y/n you stink,” Suran says nonchalantly as she passes your desk, the Chihuahua hybrid dropping off some files before giving you a fake sympathetic smile and holding her nose as she walks away. 

Taehyung growls as he overhears, the chihuahua’s attention snapping to the tiger with fear widening her eyes, noticing Jimin looking at her with the same predatory hate that makes her cower away with a whine. 

You sigh when she walks away, hating the fact that every hybrid in the room knew exactly which point of your monthly cycle you were in, even with all the suppressants they had to take. At first it was weird to get used to, embarrassing even but with time it was just the way things were. Sometimes you had to admit it did have it’s benefits, like when you ranted to your panda hybrid BFF about Min Yoongi and the helvetica altercation she may have pointed out that you were PMSing and your patience with the panther was at sub zero because of it. Maybe you were overreacting about the whole font thing, just a little. 

“Noona,” Jungkook calls for your attention, the other two in tow looking at you with so much sympathy it was as if someone was dying. 

“Angel, care to follow us?” Jimin says holding out his hand for you to take.

You smile knowingly, but it doesn’t stretch very far. Every month your favourite trio found a way to distract you from work and form a cuddle nest in Yoongi’s office which he always allowed to your surprise. He would stare at the four of you while he pretended to work, both of you wishing he would just join the cuddle pile. 

“Guys I can't, I've got a meeting soon,” you say, glancing at the clock. “And you three are 20 minutes late to yours.”

They mumble feeble excuses which you silence with an unimpressed look. 

—

You almost crawl into the meeting room, your pace so slow your usual 30 minutes early to prep was now cut to 25, Jin had been pacing the room for five minutes wondering whether you had died, Namjoon restraining him from going to look for you telling the bear hybrid he was being too dramatic.

Of course, Namjoon eats his own words when they see you enter. Jin was normally the one to preempt your ritual of setting up, normally joining you so he could steal your time before being surrounded by your colleagues. This time round, Namjoon decided to join him and he’s so glad he did.

The protective growl is barely contained, he doesn’t know what hits him first, your palor, the smell of blood or the way you are so obviously in excruciating pain. 

“Baby girl,” his voice is on edge, “what are you doing here?”

You frown at him, wincing when another cramp makes you want to double over and die, did he have to ask you stupid questions? 

“Setting up,” you say breathlessly with a slight groan, pressing your lips together as if those two words alone just added tenfold to the agony. 

“I don’t think so,” the characteristic rise of his eyebrow tells you he’s serious, “go home, you’re in no state to work.” he turns to Jin, “Hyung, do you think you could drive-”

“I’m fine,” even through the struggle of those quiet words he could hear your stubbornness. 

He exhales, staring you down, jaw clenched. Jin glances between you both, even in your frailer than usual state he could see you weren’t going to back down, either of you. 

“Beautiful, maybe we should-”

“Nope,” you shake your head, ignoring them and starting to prep for the meeting, you were running out of time. You try to behave as normal, standing a little straighter, but your movements were slow, your head fuzzy.

“Y/n I am not kidding around, you look like you’re going to pass out,” Namjoon grits his teeth to stop himself yelling, he never yelled, but this or something similar happened every month and his patience ran out about a year ago.

You scowl at the lack of his term of endearment in that sentence, didn’t he know you were in pain? And he was going to call you by your name? The gall of the lead CEO, thinking he could just boss you around like he was… Huh, maybe your brain was suffering from a lot of blood loss, you genuinely forgot this man was your employer.

“I’m going to be fine,” you sigh, tired of everything. You just needed to make it through the day, only… 7 more hours left. You stop yourself from bursting into tears at the thought, why was time torturing you today? 

Jin watches Namjoon clench his fist, the bear hybrid taking a step back when the wolf’s eyes have that red glint in them that meant oncoming doom. You were somehow blissfully unaware, although he knew that wouldn’t last long. 

It's when you try to muffle a wince that he can hear the low growls coming from the male, his tail stiff and straight, making Jin’s instincts want to stand in front of you and defend you but the more rational part of his brain knew Namjoon would never hurt you. 

“Beautiful girl…” He tries again, nervously laughing but you seem to be oblivious to the state of the predator in the room. “I think-”

The whimper you try to conceal cuts him off, you’re clutching the edge of the table in front of you so hard your knuckles are white, your whole posture stiffening as you ride out the spasms your lower region assaults on your body. His eyes go wide when he doesn’t hear you breathe, he steps closer to you quickly as it passes and when you release the table you stumble back into his chest. 

His arm wraps around you quickly, keeping you steady as you catch your breath. Your stance is weaker, he can see your eyes are out of focus when he tilts your head to look at him. 

“You shouldn’t be here beautiful,” he sighs. “You should be at home, in bed, resting.”

“But-”

“I’m taking you home,” he insists, and he’d stay with you, no way was he going to leave you alone like this. He bet you hadn’t had anything to eat today either.

“But the meeting,” you whine weakly, you put so much work into today and your biology was ruining it. “No, I’m going to stay.”

You both hear the low rumbling sound behind you, tentatively turning towards the hooded eyes directed at you. You feel a shiver shoot down your spine, Jin holding you tighter against him.

When he takes a step closer you instinctively try to take one back, unable to move with Jin freezing in response to the wolf. Namjoon lets out a deep breath, as if trying to control his instincts, instincts that scream at him to take his mate home, build her a nest and trap her in it until she recovers. 

“Baby girl you either let Hyung take you home now,” he pauses, searching your eyes for the defiance he needed to subdue. The corner of his lips twitch as if he’s almost amused, but really it's because his patience has been tested to its limits. 

You try to speak but no sound leaves, all you can do is watch the predator stalk up to you, looking up at him as his gaze almost dared you to try and challenge him.

“Or…” his smile doesn’t reach his eyes, stretched thin like his nonexistent tolerance for your attitude. 

“I call security to escort you out of the building.”

You gawp at him in surprise, he wouldn’t, there is no way on Earth he would call security on you.

“Don’t test me Y/n, it’s for your own good,” he grunts in reply to your unspoken thoughts, the fake smile gone to reveal his glare. He doesn’t back down, doesn’t flinch even when he can see your eyes starting to water. He marches over to the internal company phone when you don’t move towards the exit, Jin having released you to watch your reaction. You cross your arms, looking at the wolf with just as much contempt despite the pain you were in. The adrenaline of your standoff helped a little, but you would die before you admit it. 

He scoffs after waiting a second too long, unbuttoning his cuffs and pushing his sleeves up his arms. They felt like they were constraining him, the tie and collar would have to be loosened next once he dealt with you. He glares at you again, ready to end this stalemate, but your eyes aren’t on his with fire like he expects. Instead, they travel down his arms, breath caught in your throat at the angry veins protruding out of his skin. The smirk on his face was real this time, only when he picks up the phone do you return his stare. He wouldn’t… 

“Security,” it’s a gruff command and your jaw drops in disbelief. 

—

“So Bunny isn’t talking to you?” Jungkook isn’t gloating, not really, the grin he has on his face wasn’t cruel, he just found the situation entertaining. 

“Even I thought he was bluffing with the security card,” Jin shakes his head at the memory, you held back tears the whole drive home, you ranted to Jin about how Namjoon could possibly to that to you and who did he think he was, you didn’t stop for the whole afternoon and evening until Jin left. 

“I was half bluffing,” Namjoon groans, “I didn’t really call them, I just made her think I did.”

“But you would have if she didn’t move,” Yoongi challenges, a smirk evident on his face that he wasn’t buying it. 

“As if you wouldn’t have called them either,” the lead CEO huffs.

“Oh please, Kitten wouldn’t refuse me,” the smirk only grows when the wolf glares at the panther. “And if she did, she would have paid for it.”

“She was already paying in pain, hyung,” Taehyung whines, not liking the way Yoongi was talking. “My poor flower.”

“It’s been a week,” Namjoon starts massaging his temples with his fingertips feeling the stress radiate from his brain like a migraine. “When is she going to let it go?”

“Have you apologised?” Hoseok asks, not looking up from his paperwork until his question is met with silence. 

Oh if only you could see the wolf with his tail between his legs right now. He tries not to laugh at the obvious embarrassment on Namjoon’s face as he tries to come up with an excuse. 

“I don’t think he needs to apologise,” Yoongi says.

“Of course you don’t” Jimin sasses with an eye roll. “Whether hyung was right or wrong, he still hurt my angel’s feelings.”

“I think he’s paid for it enough,” Jin chuckles, “you should’ve seen his face when beautiful called him Mr Kim.”

Jaws drop, in shock and a little in second hand pain if that was ever a thing. They wouldn’t know at all how to handle you acting so coldly. 

“Not even Kim Depyunim,” Jin continues as if he was sharing a scandal. “Mr Kim.”

“Woah,” Jungkook breathes, completely taken back. “Remind me not to get on Noona’s bad side.”

“Ididitforherowngood!” Namjoon yells to his own defence, sounding unusually high pitched before groaning, planting his head on the table. 

The others snicker to themselves, the sound making the wolf bang his head lightly but repeatedly on the wooden desk. 

—

“Sunshine, are you still mad at Namjoon?” Hoseok asks you as you both walk to your meeting. His question pulls your attention out of the file you were rechecking. 

“No…” you deny, pouting as you return to reading.

“Sunshine…” he sighs.

“Maybe,” you try again more honestly. 

“Well then you should be mad at all of us,” he replies, making your snap towards him. He doesn’t meet your gaze, staring in front of him with confidence. “We all would’ve done exactly the same thing.”

You sigh displeased with that information. 

“But Hobi-”

That does make him turn towards you, pulling your arm and stopping you both in your tracks. Thankfully the corridor was empty, but he still glances around before giving you his full attention.

“Sunshine, none of us like seeing you in pain,” he explains, “and for some reason you don’t listen to your body.”

You open your mouth to argue but his stare makes you back down, pressing your lips closed with another pout. He chuckles softly at the sight. 

“He didn’t go about it the best way, but he didn’t do it to undermine you sunshine,” he explains calmly. “He did it because he was worried about you.”

You stare at his shoes, feeling mildly dejected at his gentle berating. You miss the grin on his face, finding you adorable. He gives the corridor another glance around to make sure no eyes could catch him, before he pulls you into a hug, chuckling to himself at how endearing he found everything about you, even the parts that sometimes exhausted them. 

—

“No!” he roars childishly. “I know Flower better!”

You wince at his volume, the three maknaes tended to forget about the crowd of colleagues surrounding you when they had these battles for your attention. 

Jmin and Jungkook scoff loudly, making you wince even harder, glancing at the other desks and watching people whisper in amusement. Why did they do this to you?

“Please, you don’t even know your flower’s favourite flower!” Jimin contends with just as much volume as the tiger, tail swishing back and forth faster and faster. 

“You just admitted she’s my flower,” Taehyung counters as if he’s won. 

“Guys,” you say quietly, not wanting any more attention, but needing to stop it. You pull on Tae’s sleeve to get him to stop.

“Look you can’t even read Bunny’s body language,” Jungkook stands with his hands on his hips, stalking up to the tiger as if he wasn’t a prey hybrid. Honestly sometimes you’d forget if it wasn’t for the bunny ears on his head. 

“And you can?” Jimin and Taehyung say simultaneously.

“Better than you can!” Jungkook shouts back, “you’re making Noona uncomfortable right now.”

Oh the irony obviously went over the youngest’s head and then twirled around him and yeeted for good measure. 

“Can you guys please quieten it down?” you beg, “or take it elsewhere.”

Three sets of eyes now snap and stare directly at you, oh shit this was exactly what you wanted to avoid. 

“Flower tell them I know you best,” Taehyung demands, crouching beside you and turning your chair to face him. 

“Angel don’t you dare lie to him to save his feelings,” the arctic fox growls, the sound not as impressive as Namjoon’s but you find it cute, or you would in any other situation. 

“Bunny-”

A large shadow looms over the four of you, catching the hybrids’ tongues in their throats. They audibly swallow, slowly turning to see the daggers the big bad boss wolf threw at them with his glare.

“Didn’t we have that thing…?” Jimin cowers back without taking his eyes off the lead CEO, swearing to himself he could see steam leaving his ears.

“That important thing,” Taehyung seconds as if he didn’t spend the last half an hour disagreeing with everything the fox said. 

The three of them scarper off, as if the ends of their tails were on fire, unable to leave fast enough. You shake your head at their antics but smile in amusement despite the trouble they caused. 

Namjoon’s presence had everyone turn back diligently to their work, he surveys the whole floor, making sure not a single hint of attention strayed from what he paid them to do. You look up at his glowering presence, grinning at how serious his demeanour was. His eyes catch yours when he hears your light laughter, the stern expression on his face melting away. 

You weren’t giving him the narrowed eyes of spite that he was getting used to, was it too early to sigh in relief? He watches you cautiously, words catching in his throat that he clears, but when he opens his mouth nothing comes out. You smile at him so radiately it disarms him, his palms starting to sweat, you reduce the strong alpha to a pup with that look of endearment.

“Thanks Joonie,” you whisper, “they were getting to that stage where it would’ve been impossible to stop.”

You shake your head again, looking down at your computer completely unaware of the puddle the CEO was turning into beside you. He feels his soul elevate back into place after being dragged along the floor for a week. He wasn’t Mr Kim anymore, the relief flooded through him. 

“Baby girl,” he calls for your attention quietly, standing over you with an arm on your desk. You glance up at him, caught in his soft gaze, blinking a couple of times at the sight. 

“Hmm?”

“I’m sorry for last week, I was out of line but I was worried about you.”

He leans down closer, his face an inch away from yours. He smirks when he sees your eyes dilate, an inner voice berating him about rules and etc that he ignores for a second.

“That being said,” he continues gently. “Never call me Mr Kim again.”

Some of your squad were shoe whores and you couldn’t imagine how they’d react sitting here, now. At the end of this perfectly made California king bed, staring into the open box and perfect sinful looking high heels. 

These were the tools of a grown woman. You were well above legal age and it wasn’t your first heel rodeo, but these? So perfect looking? Such impressive, dagger-like points. You had a bit more confidence dating such a man of expensive tastes like Namjoon, but this was pushing your comfort level.

Not that you hated it–in fact the sight of these shoes, gleaming under the warm golden of his bedroom’s recessed lighting, had you tight and tingly. Lips barely parted, you let a pointer finger caress the toe of the shoe, feeling the smooth surface. 

Beyond the semi-cracked door you heard the clink of glasses and a deep, rolling laugh. Namjoon’s familiar sound of delight further away in the penthouse. He’d been just as overjoyed seeing you at his door about half an hour before and kissed you so long the world almost faded from lack of breath. 

From there he’d gotten straight to assigning tasks: back to the bedroom. Find the box on the bed. Put them on and come back out to him. After a deep inhale you stood up and swept both palms down your hips, smoothing the simple wrap dress, feeling your shape underneath. 

“Now or never, Y/n. Do it–it’s something to tell the girls. And jealousy is its own reward.” 

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You made it to the end of the hallway and stood, fingers lightly gripping the frame. Namjoon, deeply absorbed in his phone, didn’t notice your arrival. That gave you a moment to enjoy him, and you didn’t waste a second of it. 

He was always dressed well. On point regardless of the situation. At this moment his slacks and ivory sweater did wonders to darken his natural tone about a shade. The close cut, black hair–often more stark and angular in the suits he seemed to love living in– now looked velvety, begging to be touched. 

This is YOUR man. You had to remind yourself to breathe AND hold onto that crucial detail: however good he looked, Namjoon wasn’t available to any and all women in the city. Tonight he was all yours.

“I’m back..” You finally broke the silence, pulling his brief glance, then another just as quickly. The classic double take, and it made you puff a bit. All you’d done was changed shoes and he did that? Going from flats to heels elevated you not just a few inches in height, but in self confidence. 

Namjoon took his time, focus roving down until he reached the heels and you lifted a foot, posing with a sexy bend of one leg and a half turn of the hips. It gave you shape AND accentuated the lines of your body. 

Or so you’d assumed, repeating the pose you’d seen in so many movies and boudoir style photos. He turned completely your way and stood up, holding out a hand. You approached and enjoyed the plush heat of his touch as he laced fingers with you and raised your arm. The hint of a tug and turn had you rotating in place.

This time Namjoon appraisal was blatant, drinking in the rest of your shape with an even wider smile. He seemed relaxed enough, considering. A cluck of the tongue, then he dropped the hand and you let it hang at your side 

Your eyes followed as he slowly strolled around you. This wasn’t a serious, patrolling march or anything with purpose, like you imagined he did at work. Every step in this moment was undiluted leisure and you loved watching his form circling. Pacing. 

Whatever he was thinking, his features changed: concerted focus became curiosity, then settled on satisfaction and a nod. 

“As I hoped.” 

“Yeah?” The previously lifted foot met carpet and the weight of your body relaxed into the dagger point of the heel. It wasn’t long before a subtle tremble started. At least Namjoon was looking into your eyes, having stopped directly in front and center of your view. 

It was like he knew exactly where to place himself at all times, to get and keep attention. And unlike you, he seemed to enjoy it. Especially when the focus came from you. There was never a flicker of nerves or doubt in the energy he radiated. 

“Mmnnhmm. You look stunning.”

Again your hands took a quick swipe down your sides, higher than your hips this time. Your shoulders shifted in a tiny shrug. He didn’t miss it, frowning in a blink.

“...Y/n… Don’t be that way. You’re top tier. I think you can trust my judgment of quality, when I see it.” 

“I do.” You swallowed and twisted a tiny bit of dress material between your thumb and forefinger. When Namjoon’s touch found your chin and lifted it, you stilled. His boring gaze went right down to the very center of your soul. 

Another wan smile and Namjoon’s eyes softly beaming with patience. “Good. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I want many things when you’re with me—some I can buy and give. The others I want to do.” 

You managed a hard gulp around what felt like a lump in your throat, but nothing was there. Instead the weight settled into your belly. And a pleasant sting of heat pierced you, dead center, above the thighs, drawing them closer and squeezing the muscles impossibly tight in painfully slow motion. 

“Yeah?” 

Namjoon nodded and his fingers trailed down, following the low front of your dress to peel one side of the wrapped material and hook a finger, then tug it away, exposing a bit of one breast. Flesh heaved as his eyes flinched a little wider and that succulent mouth dropped open with a groaning exhale. 

You didn’t move. No leaning away. No squirming. No grabbing at the material shifted in exposure. Just standing here, taking the inspection and approval like a horny little doe at the den of the lion. It felt fantastic. The more vocal of your squad might complain about objectification at being studied like this, but you loved it coming from Namjoon. 

It made you feel sexy. Alive. 

“You like these heels, Y/n?” Namjoon was off again, walking away, taking your eyes with him as he went to the far end of the room, to a small cabinet and opened the top. An array of shining glass bottles greeted you. He studied the selection, then pulled one from the slew and uncorked, glancing back over one shoulder. 

“I do..” You replied, reminded how high they felt as your other ankle trembled. You stabbed that heel firmer against the carpet underfoot and sighed in relief when the feeling stopped. Risking it, you tossed your hair, presenting calmness. Trying on a little coyness. 

“Good. I like you in them.” You watched his free hand grab a glass and bring it to the lip of the bottle as he tipped it. Liquid sloshed and trickled quietly. You watched the pouring until the glass was almost half full. 

Namjoon set the bottle down, corked it, then turned and came back. Ever casual in his stride, bringing the glass to his lips. He stopped just where he’d been in front of you and took a testing sip before he spoke, and when he did the glass rim pressed your lower lip in offering. 

“I’d like to see you in them tonight.” 

You grinned and shook your head. “I am..” Unconsciously one foot twisted to bend your leg at a coquettish angle. “Did you forget?” 

Namjoon’s smile was brief, then his lips thinned. “Sip.” His head bobbed. When you did, the liquid coasted over your tongue and fumes rolled down your throat. Then came right back up, through your nostrils. As you sputtered Namjoon glared over the glass as he brought it to his lips and tilted it again. This time he took a sizable swallow–nearly half the remainder–then set the glass on the coffee table nearby. 

“I won’t forget. I couldn’t, sweetheart.” His eyes wandered to your middle and stayed there. He went on, much quieter, words infused with the scent of whiskey. “Let me make myself a little more clear. I want to see you in these heels tonight—ONLY the heels.” 

“J–just the—” You stalled, looking down. Like you needed to confirm those beautiful red things encasing all ten delicate toes and your very ticklish arch. Fingers pinched your chin again, raising your eyes back to where they belonged. You were hopelessly falling for Namjoon. Right into the hellfire of his stare. 

“---For a bit. We can take it all off later, if we need to. We’ve been naked together. I think you like the way I feel with nothing on. I know I like you that way.” 

The spaciousness of the room was changing. The walls might not have been closing in for real, but the air was rapidly leaving, no matter how deep a breath you tried to take. Your head swam. Your vision blurred, lids dropping, considerably heavier.

You barely made out the light pressure of Namjoon’s palm bracing your shoulder. 

“It’s okay. Close your eyes…” The quietly chuckled words told you he knew. He ALWAYS knew. Namjoon was made to be in control, even when you went into a situation blind. He lived for control and tonight–right now–you lived to give that control up. So you did as he said: eyes gratefully succumbing, shut tightly. 

Your dress fell down both shoulders and arms until they were free. Quick enough you smothered in the taste of his cologne when the warmth of his cheek brushed by your neck. He must have been leaning downwards as the dress shuffled lower to your hips.

Soon there was nothing but the remains of the dress pooled around those expensive heels. He made a joke of the panties you’d bothered to wear, bringing them down. Then the bra, last, coming away from your trembling breasts. It hit the floor with silence. No fanfare. No pawing at those aching shapes. You were bare as bare could be–except for the heels---just as Namjoon had wanted. 

Namjoon’s warmth was gone and his voice came from a bit further away. Fingers circled your wrist and motion started. You opened your eyes to see him walking, leading you to a chaise across from the doorway.

“Lay down.” He took a step just behind you and gently pushed at your lower back. 

“Here?” You squeaked, looking at the tufted, deep gray, leathery surface. There was a sensuous curve to the chaise. It spoke to antique lines but modern details with the hints of metal frame here and there in places. Perhaps for reinforcement, but you didn’t know enough about furniture to understand the finer points.

All you knew was how you leaned forward and earned a grunt at your back. The gentle push became a curled grasp on your side, turning your back to the furniture and towards Namjoon’s tut. 

“Facing me, thank you.” A dimple greeted you on one of his cheeks. Namjoon watched down his nose as your ass slowly met the cushioned seat and you leaned back until both elbows braced, sinking faintly into the surface density. 

“Like this?” You queried shakily.

Even though you were off your feet, it didn’t mean you weren’t still feeling wobbly or disoriented enough. Namjoon nodded in approval, then reached out and traced your shin. He filled the other free palm with a handful of the growing bulge at the fly of his slacks. Your hands clenched in jealousy. 

YOU should be the one grabbing him and kneading. It just wasn’t fair. 

“Yes. Just like that. Now—” He took a moment to watch his trapped cock, manhandling the organ with rolling fingers and a twist of the wrist. It must have felt good enough based on the long, low moan that followed. “—Let’s talk about this..” This was his cock that was free of his slacks in record time tonight. It was thick, even in his grip, the tip shiny and darker with the pressure of his grip riding up and down the shaft. 

“You like this?” He raised a brow, staring at your face again. Your belly shivered as you whined. It was the most rhetorical question in the history of obvious answers, but you did your part and gave a nod. 

“It’s beautiful.” 

His lips fanned into a smile and his fist slowed. Squeezed harder making the tip bubble as his Adam's apple bounced. 

“I’m glad. I love the way it feels squeezed deep inside you. You’re such a tight fit, you know how fucking GOOD that feels, Y/n?” 

You could guess but silence was your response. You waited, eyes a little more open and lips shining when you licked the sudden rush of saliva back from the surface. 

“I think we both know sex is in the plans tonight, but I was hoping to play around a little bit with your body. Would you be game for that?”

That Namjoon was standing here, cock in hand, looking as good as he did with chest heaving under his sweater, slacks immodestly open and stroking himself and STILL asking you was beyond reason. 

“Whatever you want..” 

“I want you to say Yes–.” 

“Yes.” You interjected. No need to hear what it was. You were game. But Namjoon wasn’t satisfied with that. His brows knitted as he smirked. 

“Let me tell you, baby, so we can do this right and you can give informed consent. That’s so important.” You adored his consistency, but right now, you wanted what was pumping through his fist more than anything. You watched his face, quietly waiting.

“I want to see those heels on you. Lift them up?” 

Your legs shook but you managed to balance with weight entirely tipped back against your elbows, both legs raised. Unsure where to put them, your feet hovered, and swayed less than a shoulder’s width apart. 

Namjoon stepped forward, capturing one ankle with his free hand and looping it to pull that leg out more, closer to his cock. He did the same with the other leg until your heel clad almost touched. There was barely a gap enough to see through the diamond space between both feet, right to the triangular shape of his body just beyond. 

“That’s perfect..” Namjoon’s hum was full of appreciation and approval. It helped you to feel a little better about any weirdness you felt right now with legs raised. Here–in his penthouse. Another moment guaranteed to feed you from the jealousy alone if you squad ever saw. 

You didn’t ask why he arranged your feet like this because as soon as the question rose in your mind, Namjoon was answering with a purposeful movement: guiding your soles down a little and angling his hips up, leading with the glossy tip of his cock. The concave shape was hot and blunt as it brushed your ankle when he nudged through that gap between your feet. 

Your eyes followed the thick tip peeping through and sliding back, just as slowly. He stepped closer, fingers of a free hand looping one ankle as he pulled your feet closer. His other hand slid up and down his shaft more intentionally as his eyes roamed up to your thighs, then back down to the heels. 

A menacing tremble started just above your knees. You’d always prided yourself on strong leg muscles but didn’t mean they were ready to be tested quite like this, with someone like Namjoon standing there, milking his cock with a wrist that flexed and rolled faster with every passing second. 

His heavy gaze flitted to your face and those decadent lips thinned, a soft bite plunging into the pink surface. A grin made them change shape–flirty. Sexy. Grown man energy. Everything you LOVED about this man. 

Namjoon didn’t have to say much: his gaze and his radiating energy did so much to stoke the rising tide deep in your belly. The heat crept down from your hips, heading for your calves as you caught the slippery crackle of Namjoon’s fist. His knuckled blanched under the pressure as he followed a vein on the top of your right foot to where it disappeared under the edge of the heel, just before your toes. 

“God baby….” The words slid free in a low rumble. Namjoon’s tongue chased the edges of his lips. He pumped his fist a little faster. Slowed at the tip, rolling his wrist again, then down he went to the base. His brows lowered, bringing shadows to the shining depths of his eyes. That broad chest expanded under the expensive material stretched across.  

You clenched and his shoulders flexed back. His head went next as he stared up at the ceiling and squeezed your ankle tighter. It was intense pressure but not enough to hurt. In fact it did nothing to touch the pure desire washing through every inch of your skin right now. 

Your weight was building a dull pain in your shoulders as you braced into the twin points, willing your eyes to stay right where they belonged: on Namjoon’s handsome face. On his brooding stare that was back to exploring your face. 

In this moment, even if he had all his clothing on with only a simple opening for access to the needed parts, it might as well be like there was nothing separating you. Never before Namjoon had you quite experienced feeling completely bare of anything to hide behind—clothing or objects. 

There was something in the way Namjoon watched you that stripped all else away. Nothing would ever be enough to put between you and this man to hide from him. And why would you want to? 

“You look so good..” You finally managed to push words out. How little justice they did to describe the way things felt. The awe he had you in right now. Fist still riding up and down his shaft, Namjoon offered another smile. 

“Yeah?” He raised a brow and glanced down, watching himself for a moment. There wasn’t a single grain of self consciousness or inhibition when he did so. You envied that and it spiked your arousal so much you could barely manage a full breath. 

When you exhaled it was a needy whine. And that pulled Namjoon’s focus back to you–your body and face. The way your hips twisted one way and your breasts went the other. A violent shudder had your breasts trembling under the light. 

Namjoon grasped and held himself right at the base as his eyes narrowed on your heels again. He leaned over just enough to study them along one side. The head of his cock sparkled. A long, glassy thread slowly descended, riding the knuckles of that hand, then dropping to the floor.

“These heels and you… EXACTLY as good as I imagined you’d look.” He purred. The firm grip from before was turning into a vice.

Your sudden moan was loud. Bursting from the slacked O of your lips. It was the kind of response that demanded attention and left zero doubt. Fuck being polite or reserved. Namjoon certainly was putting on a show. If he wanted an audience reaction, he’d get it.

And audience participation too. 

You twisted again, hips and breasts changing sides as they twisted the opposite ways once more. “Please..” You bleated.

“What’s wrong?” Namjoon chuckled, clearing a large bead of precum from the end of his cock with a swipe of his thumb. It must have felt divine–his belly muscles seizing in perfect unison with a sudden intensity.  

Namjoon’s hips rolled into that pumping fist. It was automatic with perfect coordination. He didn't need to think about his pace. Whatever focus he had could be spent entirely on you and the feelings you were creating wearing these heels. 

Just laying here, looking like what he suddenly wanted most in the world. And you knew what YOU wanted. He shouldn’t be the only one getting what his heart and body desired. 

“What’s wrong…” You mournfully laughed. “You say, standing there, stroking like that.” At the same time you both looked at his hand, still going. Still stroking that long, thick cock that was so shiny it almost gleamed. 

“Mmmmnn. That’s not MY fault, Y/n. I’m just responding to what I like. It’s a natural thing.” A few fingers stoked along the arch of the heel and explored up behind, finding your Achilles tendon to tickle. Inside the tip of the heel your toes twitched and you swallowed hard. 

The barest hint of pressure and he’d shifted the heel off, exposing the back of your foot. 

“Well..I can think of something that’s more natural.” 

“Yeah?” The back of the other heel came free seconds later. In short order the high heels were dangling perilously by your toes. Ten small digits were all that kept your feet from experiencing the stabbing thrust of Namjoon’s ungodly cock.

And you really couldn’t handle the way any longer. Your thighs squeezed together, body shifting down the chaise.  Getting closer to the lion’s mouth might just be enough to make him take the bait and get you what you wanted. The very same thing you were certain he needed–and sooner than he was trying to imply.

“The heels..” You gasped, hearing the muted thump as both hit the floor with a tumble.

Namjoon took another step closer, bringing his grip back to both ankles with an impressive finger span. His fingers managed to wrap around both ankles and leave very little gap, but still held on so damned tight.

“I told you.. Sex is on the schedule tonight. We’re not getting through the night without it. But it’s not quite right just yet.. I want this..” Namjoon’s voice dropped and the angle of his hips changed as he dagger his cock up, through the gap in your pinned soles. 

It was all sensation: an almost overstimulating level of sensitivity as the silky, wet heat of a girthy cock slid through, then back. Over and over. Watching the way Namjoon fucked that small space and the way every breath was building in frequency, it was a good as being inside you for the moment. 

This was some kind of bewitching spell, every time he bottomed out. Each meeting of your soles to the rumpled chaos of his bunched sweater and haphazardly clinging slacks. The fathoms deep grunts bookending every forward hip tick was slowly unraveling you. 

Heat flooded behind your breastbone and under your cheeks as you stared up, watching the tension crest on Namjoon’s handsome face. Just as you noted a few shining spots near his temples, he let out a booming moan and his stroke stuttered. 

“I’m close baby..” He was almost menacing, the way such a heavy stare pinned you down. Pressed so hard he could be leaning every pound onto you from above and there would be no difference. You weren’t getting out from under this–not until he was good and ready. 

“Y/n..” He rasped, his hips rocking. Jerking. Hitching as his breath did the same. Another firm ram against your soles and his fingers strangled around bone, just above your heels. Let him shatter your ankle, if that was part of the journey to his satisfaction, you were glad for it. 

“Joon..” You replied. 

“Tell me you want me to cum. I want to see my cum all over these pretty feet..” 

“---The heels..” You interjected, uncaring where they actually were. 

“Fuck the heels.. I want to see this. To see myself on YOU. Please..” Horny desperation looked so good on this man–like every other look he ventured into, even in passing. There wasn’t any emotion he couldn’t wear and make it look appealing. But that’s how it was with a successful man like Namjoon.

His mouth became an even line. Both nostrils fanned and paled as he flexed them so hard, drawing in and blasting out a massive breath. Guts heavy and sinking, boiling hot, you nodded. 

“Do it..” You whispered. 

“I want to hear you say it..” He snarled. The head of his cock had gone shockingly darker with pressure. He must have been in agony but you loved it. He was a man who didn’t wait. Who didn’t ask casually or frequently. But he was doing it now.

For you. Waiting on YOU. The undiluted power and control you had at the moment. Your head and the world swayed with the mini nod you gave a moment later, chasing it with a muted “Cum for me, Joon. Please..” 

No sooner had the blessing left your lips and he was going again. Slamming himself through the gap of your joined feet, watching his length, dipping in and out. Forward and back. The first spurt arced and met your naked belly not long after Namjoon let out a struggling gasp. 

As his stare went miles beyond this space as more warm fluid dappled your belly. It was a short time before Namjoon’s eyes cleared, finding your face. He huffed, a cheeky smile blooming across his face. Stealing a glance down, he eased his semi-soft cock backwards through the gap and leaned away just enough. One hand went to work tucking things back in and doing up his slacks enough and he came back to your face with a much more relieved gaze. 

Maybe another woman with a clearer mind would have felt a little self conscious laying here, feet in the air in front of this handsome man, with a milky, warm load cooling on her belly. You couldn’t imagine that feeling at this moment, floating at the heights of attractive and sexy. Proud.  On all the earth it was just you, in his eyes. Namjoon was the pinnacle too, neck lines slick as his head tipped back and he swallowed hard.

His hands fell away from your feet and immediately you rested them on the portion of chaise you could make out under naked sole. Your toes dug into the tight leather of the surface, making dull indentations. 

It was like surveying a battlefield and victory, the way Namjoon’s eyes glimmered as they wandered your mid section. 

“Not bad.” He finally sighed. 

“I noticed you tend to understate...” You retorted, unable to keep the corners of your mouth from widening and bending in a grin. “Is that a habit or do you have to intend to do it?” 

Hands rested on his hips and Namjoon cocked his head. Such a simple move broadened his upper body so much–especially those wide shoulders that left so much room for arms…. Or thighs. 

“For myself I’ve got higher expectations.” 

You traced the perimeter of the largest puddle near your navel and giggled. “In my opinion you’ve more than surpassed them.” 

“Mmmnnn. Is that so?” 

“Yes.” You took Namjoon’s hand fully expecting to be helped up, off the chaise. 

He brought you up but then hauled you close to him. Scrambling a bit, one leg haphazardly hooked around his ass cheek and his brows wiggled briefly. He knew goddamn well what would happen. You’d never been as steady on your feet as the average person, let alone Namjoon. Instead of mocking you, he seemed to quite enjoy it. 

“Well.. Thank you, Y/n. I’m hoping I exceed them later too.. When we—” Namjoon trailed off, watching the back of two fingers as he guided them along your jaw, to your chin. A soft grip, then he tipped your head up and leaned down, joining his lips to your own. 

The kiss was like a cloud: plush. Refreshing. Sluggish but beautiful to admire as it went on and on. Eventually he broke away leaving your eyes barely squinting at his smiling face and your glossy lips working soundlessly. 

“Why did you stop?” You mewled. 

Namjoon tutted and stroked his thumb across your lower lip. “There’s more that I want to do than kiss..” 

“I meant what you were saying before… ‘When we–’ what?”

“I’d rather show you. We’ve got time.” A brief sideways glance and he noted the time. You hadn’t bothered to notice how many clocks he had around this place any of the times you’d stayed here and only barely learned the rooms in which you’d spent the most time.

 “...I don’t THINK you had plans to go anywhere else tonight? Am I taking up your time for other things?” 

“Don’t even ask me that as a joke..” You scoffed, resisting the urge to cross your arms. “We both know I’m not leaving.” 

“I never presume. I just hope. Call it optimism.” 

“Aren’t you the certainty type? You’re successful enough you shouldn’t need to hope.” 

“When it comes to some things I’m not as selfish and cocky as to make assumptions.” Without a doubt Namjoon was talking about you and it felt fantastic. Made you feel giddy and light headed. Made things tingle. Had your heart racing. It seemed a lot about Namjoon had the same effect. 

“I’m going to go get comfortable in the living room. Join me?” 

“...Can I put something on?” You ventured quietly triggering Namjoon to look you over again. 

“Counter offer: I’ll take all of this off. You won’t need to feel any type of way about being naked with me.” Whatever type of ‘way’ you might feel, none of it was the kind to make you add layers of clothing. And he was going to be the death of you, being so comfortable with existing as nature made him. If you worked your whole life could you ever be as confident as Namjoon was? 

You nodded finally, nibbling your lip as he turned your hand over and kissed the back, just below the knuckles, then he dropped your hand and pulled back, giving you space to move by. He began the methodical process of gathering the sweater at the bottom to pull it off. 

You couldn’t watch or you’d be bolted in place and the evening would end here–once round 2 started. Whatever THAT might entail. You had some idea, based on the subtle increase of the bowing at his fly. He was tireless. Insatiable. 

“I like that.” You eked out. “Deal.”

“Very good.” Namjoon’s chin tilted up. “Now..go. You know the way. I’ll join you shortly.” 

As you turned he grunted and it stalled your retreat, bringing a glance back over one shoulder to find his faux glare. And the hottest fake displeasure you’d ever seen on a man. 

“...The heels. Don’t forget those.” 

“Y..you said wearing nothing.” 

He smirked, one brow rising further, angling sharply in challenge. “Shoes on. ONLY the shoes. I told you–you in  those ONLY. I wasn’t talking in the short term. Take them along. I’ll see you in the living room.” 

You were grateful not to fall over as you ducked down and grabbed the heels, still perfectly neat and alluring laying on the carpet as they’d been on your feet. But it was also to assume you were the added touch that brought these heels to the peak of perfection to a man who was hard to impress. That made it worth spending the whole weekend in them, if he wanted. 

Jungkook’s proposal hangs in the air as you try to process what he’s asking of you. Still sitting beside him in a club you’ve recently discovered he owns, you turn to face him with a cocktail of offense and shock contorting your features. Of course he’s into this scene it makes perfect sense, it’s not like he can’t afford the affection of others. Wanting to make sure you’ve heard him correctly before you berate him, you manage to ask him to repeat himself.

He lightly traces shapes on your inner thigh with tattooed fingers, “I will give you financial support,” You watch him lick his lips, not breaking eye contact once, “In return for your company. Amongst… other things.”

“I’m not a prostitute.” You bark, undoubtedly pissed off. Never in your life has anybody tried to buy you for a night. Even if you’re struggling financially, and even if Jungkook is quite literally the sexiest man you’ve ever had a drink with, you’re still offended by the notion.

“Never said you was darling,” He chuckles, “But let me guess, you have student loans that eat away at your pay cheque every month? You shop in the reduced section of the grocery store, and you live payday to payday – almost always drowning in overdraft fees from the bank because you spend far more than you earn.”

Your silence confirms his suspicions and so he speaks again, “I’m very good at reading people, that’s your exact situation isn’t it?”

“My situation is irrelevant.” You down the rest of your champagne, mentally preparing to storm off, “I’m not going to have sex with you for money.”

“I would argue your situation is very relevant actually, you’re struggling and I can help you.” He leans back in his seat, arm now gently draped over the back of your chair.

He isn’t wrong at all, you do live payday to payday and you are choking on debt left right and centre. Still you can’t fathom what he’s asking of you, you’d always assumed that the Sugar Daddy scene was full of dirty old married men, paying to cheat on their wives. As far as you know Jungkook is unmarried, fully single and has no children. Not to mention he’s attractive, it’s baffling why he’d need to pay for any kind of relationship. Beginning to entertain the idea ever so slightly you ask him a question of your own.

“Why me? I’m sure there’s plenty of girls in this place who would have sex with you for free.” Yourself included, before he went and pissed you off anyway.

“Consider me intrigued.” He smirks, “I’m attracted to you, I want to get to know you.”

There’s no doubt you’re attracted to him too, heat licks a flat stripe up your spine at the idea of him being interested in you, even if he’s going about it in all the wrong ways. Suppressing a scoff you can’t help but roll your eyes, “And you couldn’t have just asked me out on a date? You had to make me some kind of charity work to inflate your ego some more?”

“I don’t date.”

“Ever?”

To this he shakes his head, “I had Taehyung draw up a monthly rolling contract a while back, it’s the only way my relationships can work.”

“You’re telling me that even your love life has terms and conditions?” A puff of air rips from your nostrils, “That’s sad.”

“No,” He’s quick to defend himself, “That’s business. And I wouldn’t call it a love life. Just two mutual parties having a good time without running the risk of heartbreak.”

“So let me get this right, you find me attractive and want to get to know me?” You ignore the wave of teenage like giddiness that rolls over you, instead choosing to zone in on Jungkook’s deadly serious expression.

“Correct.” He nods once, the smallest smile ghosting his lips.

“But you don’t want to date me.”

He sighs, “We would go on kind of dates, you’d accompany me to social events – for all intents and purposes we would be something akin to ‘dating’” He mimics air quotes, “Just on my terms. I’d be investing my money in your time.”

“No,” You shake your head, “Thank you for the champagne, but my answer is no.” You know full well you have a tendency to get attached to men, and you could only assume things would be no different with him. No matter how much you need the money you have to put yourself first, as tempting as his offer is starting to sound.

At your dismissal his brow quirks, “Oh. May I ask why?”

“I don’t think it’s very fair,” You admit, deciding to pour yourself one final glass of expensive bubbles before your departure, “Eventually after going on a few kind of dates and getting to know each other, one way or another we’d end up having sex. And for starters, you could be a really bad kisser or worse, you could have a tiny penis or not know what a clitoris is. If we’re not ‘dating’ it means for once I don’t have to waste my time on something that might turn out to be a colossal disappointment.” You’re smug, sipping your drink.

He’s laughing now, his perfect white teeth exposed as his Adam’s apple bounces up and down in his throat, “I see your point, I’m offended you already think so little of me.”

“Says the guy who’s trying to pay me for sex.”

“Not sex, your company. I tell you what, I’ll put my cards on the table…” He lowers his face until his nose brushes against your ear, his breath warm on the side of your neck, “Before you agree to anything, give me tonight to prove to you I’m none of those things you’re so scared of.”

“Doesn’t that go against the conditions of your agreement? Trying before you’re buying.” You’re amused, you’re in total control of this situation which is something Jungkook’s obviously not used to. His offer is ludicrous, one you will never agree to. But a one night stand with Jeon Jungkook is an idea you’re rapidly warming to, especially when he presses a hot open-mouthed kiss to your exposed jugular.

“I’ll admit it’s different to the normal set up, usually women jump at the chance to sign the contract,” He pulls back with a grin to watch you, “But you’re right, it would be unfair of me to expect you to agree to something before you’ve experienced it.”

“If we do anything at all, it’s only for tonight.” You drop your manicured fingertips to his obnoxiously thick thigh and watch him stiffen beneath the circles you’re tracing, “I have no interest in signing that thing.”

“Maybe not right now,” He pulls an iPhone from his black slacks, “But I’m sure I can convince you otherwise.”

Within the space of ten minutes you’re sitting in the back of a large limousine, squeezing your legs together in an attempt to lessen the throbbing wetness in your underwear. Jungkook’s hand rests on your upper thigh, his thumb rubbing back and forth reassuringly as he stares out the window, watching people as they walk on by with absolutely no idea of what he’s about to do to you. It’s been a while since you’ve had sex, far too long for your liking. The mere prospect of an orgasm is almost enough to push you over the edge here and now, Jungkook eventually notices you’re growing arousal beside him and smirks to himself.

“Remind me again,” He closes the distance between your bodies, removing his seatbelt as he slides across the leather until you’re shoulder-to-shoulder, “What are the things stopping you from agreeing to my terms? What is it you’re so afraid of?”

“Well first of all, I’m worried that you’ll turn out to be a really bad kisser.” You’re acting indifferent but that couldn’t be further from the truth, you wanted him now, you craved his touch and wanted nothing more than for him to fuck your brains out – which you know for a fact he’s more than capable of doing, the man oozes sexual energy, you’re just enjoying giving him a hard time.

“Secondly, you could have a tiny penis, and I don’t mean a small penis I mean a tiny penis with no hope of ever pleasuring a woman. And third of all, you probably don’t know where my clit is.” You shrug nonchalantly, even though you’re internally screaming.

He wets his lips, an amused smile tugging his features, “Reasonable concerns I guess,” His voice is low and laced with humour, “But what if you’re a terrible kisser?”

“I’m not. I’m a great kisser.” You’re gazing up at him through long eyelashes, heart pounding in your chest.

“Hmm, is that so?” Jungkook lifts a single brow before gripping your jaw, turning you to the close proximity of his face, “Come here.”

Suddenly his mouth is on yours and the hum of the moving vehicle fades into white noise. Jungkook kisses you slower than you anticipated to begin with, probably testing the waters before diving in head first. His lips caress yours as he presses sweet kisses against your mouth, one hand still gripping your jaw as the other begins to explore the shape of your curves. Growing impatient you slide your tongue into his mouth, deepening the kiss into something much more heated.

A low moan falls from his mouth into yours with the movements of his tongue, working against yours perfectly in sync. You smirk against him triumphantly which doesn’t go unnoticed, he takes your bottom lip between his teeth and playfully tugs, chuckling to himself when a soft 'fuck’ slips from you. As much as you hate to admit it Jungkook is in fact the best kisser you’ve ever had – making you weak at the knees embarrassingly fast.

Something snaps and he’s quickly unbuckling your seatbelt and pushing your back down against the leather, his tongue fighting for dominance with your own as you both grow more and more impatient. His body is hard and hot on top of you, your fingers tangled in his raven locks as you pull his face impossibly closer to yours.

“So needy.” He mumbles, voice horse and drunk with lust.

“Touch me, please touch me.” You’re panting between lewd open-mouthed kisses, desperate to feel more of him. Jungkook’s reaching down between your thighs, his hand finding purchase on your underwear as he cups your pulsating core. “Oh, Jungkook-“ You mewl, lifting your hips in search of friction.

“So impatient baby,” He whispers, littering your neck with a string of wet kisses. The limousine hits a bump in the road causing his hand to slip and press against your clothed clit. What you initially thought was accidental at first Jungkook’s now recreating on purpose, teasingly rubbing your most sensitive area through your lacy thong. “I think you can cross number three off your list, I definitely know where that is.” He’s smug, pulling back with a darkening expression.

The repeated movements make your head spin, if he keeps massaging your core like this you’re going to come in your pants any second now. You focus on the feeling, trying to keep the white hot heat at bay at least until you make it to his place. You refuse to come in the backseat of a limousine still fully clothed.

“No witty comeback? Wow. Well how do I score on the kissing?” He sniggers, crashing his lips down to yours in another heated make out session.

“I guess you’re alright.” You gasp for air, nose pressed roughly against his.

He’s soon pulling your underwear to the side, dipping his hand into your wetness and smearing it up to your swollen clit earning your thighs to twitch from the sensitivity. He ghosts your entrance for a moment, whispered profanities escaping him as your slick coats his digits, you can feel how wet and ready you are for him, desperate to be filled. The sudden intrusion of two fingers inside you makes you groan, back arching in pleasure so that the swell of your breasts press against his taught chest.

“Jungkook-“ You whimper, features crumpled with ever growing arousal.

“Fucking hell.” He breaths against your lips, making your mind go blank for a second. The sound of him pumping in and out of you fills the back of the car, your walls are already tightening around his knuckle-deep fingers. “You’re so wet baby, all for me.” His voice is almost enough to push you over the edge, chest rising and falling with each ragged breath as your upcoming orgasm approaches.

“I’m gonna come like this.” You throw your head back against the seat, gripping his shoulders tight enough to bruise. “No-, wait, stop.” Your eyes are squeezed shut, as you push the euphoric rush far away from you.

Without hesitation he removes himself from you, lips kiss-stained and swollen. Just the sight of him turns you on, he’s looking down at you with big round concerned eyes and you know you need to reassure him he didn’t do anything wrong.

“I’m sorry, we don’t have to-“

“Don’t apologise. It’s not that, not at all...” You steady your breathing, reaching for his hand that’s covered in your arousal. Pressing the two wet digits to your mouth you pepper them with small kisses, “It’s just that-, I want to come around your cock instead.” Your feigned innocence shifts into smirk, knowing exactly what you’re doing. Not giving him the chance to respond you take his dripping fingers in your mouth and gently suck, occasionally swirling your tongue around the inked digits to taste yourself.

“Fuck. You’re such a dirty little slut.” His eyes are blown out and black with lust, mouth ajar. Staring down at you with an indescribable expression as the car ride finally came to a stop. “Thank fuck, we’re here.”

Jungkook’s gripping your wrist and dragging you to the elevator in his large apartment complex, clearly in a hurry to pick things up from where you left off. The building itself is beautiful, it’s interior dark and luxurious – mirroring the man beside you, who’s impatiently tapping his finger on your wrist as the elevator makes its way down to collect you.

“Could always just take the stairs.” You snort, Jungkook’s jaw is clenched so tightly you fear it might snap and he’d only been stood waiting less than twenty seconds. “Who’s being impatient now?”

“It would take too long, my penthouse is on the top floor.” He doesn’t look at you as he speaks, still watching the numbers drop one by one until finally the elevator dings. You’re pretty certain he sighed in relief as the doors opened, forcing you to suppress a giggle.

“Of course you live in a penthouse apartment.” You mumble, stepping over the threshold into the golden cage. Having been busy during the journey here you’d forgotten all about who Jungkook really was, it wasn’t until he pressed ‘P’ and the doors closed that he decides to remind you.

Before you know it your back is being smashed against the back wall, his arms caging you in as he rests his palms either side of your head – sinking his lips to meet yours with such desperation it surprises you. The kiss is mind-blowing, his tongue swirls against yours with enough pressure to bruise, he’s spreading your legs with his thigh before you pull away from his mouth.

“Just so you know this is only happening once.” You hold up a single digit, trying to catch your breath, “I’m really not interested in being your sugar baby.”

“The fact you’re still here suggests otherwise.” His gaze is dark, “You could’ve left at any point or asked my driver to drop you home, instead you let me fuck you with my fingers in the backseat.”

He crashes his lips to yours once more, teasingly nibbling at your lower lip because he’s quickly figured out that you like it. A choked moan betrays you as he presses his thigh to your core, “I want you now. Fuck me now. Please.”

“You can wait five minutes.” Jungkook’s words are a stern warning as he exhales at your needy request, planting kisses along your jaw up to your earlobe. “I promise it’ll be worth it.” He whispers.

“Fuck me Jungkook, fuck me right here,” You drag your hand down his muscular body, gripping his already rock hard cock through his trousers, “Right now.”

At this a possessive growl rumbles in his chest, he pulls back to watch you, “You’re such a dirty little slut. Want me to fuck you right here?” He mirrors your actions, replacing his thigh with his right palm, cupping your soaked underwear, “Right now?”

The elevator announces your arrival before you can properly answer him, heat flooding your abdomen at the prospect of finally being fully alone with him. He’s tugging you inside the most expensive looking apartment you’ve ever seen in your life before he stops you in front of a wall to ceiling mirror to the left side of his living area.

“You sure you wanna do this?” He kisses you again, this time it’s sweet and soft and makes you go dizzy.

“Fuck yes.” You whimper against his lips, hands hurriedly ridding him of his suit jacket and tossing it somewhere behind him. You’ve unbuttoned three of his shirt buttons when he orders you to turn around and face the mirror.

Jungkook sinks to the floor and helps remove your heels, instantly making you three inches shorter than he’d got used to – he’s towering over you now, in the mirror the top of your head is just about level with his chin. You look good next to each other, like a well-suited celebrity couple you’d see plastered all over social media any day of the week. Your chest swells at the sight, and you have to remind yourself that this is a one time thing. You are not going to get caught up in the whirlwind that is Jeon Jungkook, no matter how gorgeous he is.

“Are you on the pill?” He asks calmly, unbuckling his black LV belt behind you.

“No.” You breathe out, “But I don’t fuck anybody without protection.”

You watch his tongue poke the inside of his cheek through the mirror, he nods his head, “You really are going against every rule of mine tonight.” He quickly plucks a condom from his wallet, keeping it in his left hand as he unzips your dress with his right.

If he notices that the price tag is still on the garment he’s kind enough to not say anything as it pools your bare feet. Stepping out of the fabric you kick it to one side, avoiding your own body in the mirror as you focus on his. He’s still fully clothed when he closes the distance between your bodies, his hard chest hot against your back.

Jungkook is watching you in the mirror, displayed for him in nothing more than matching lacey black underwear. His jaw is set tight, eyes hungrily exploring your exposed curves before his fingertips expertly unhook your bra and it falls to the floor.

“You’re perfect.” He hums against your shoulder as he nips at your bare flesh, “And all mine.” He buries the condom in his pocket and snakes his hands round your middle to cup your breasts, thumbs grazing your hardening nipples.

“Fuck…” Your head lolls back, giving him more skin to decorate with wet desperate kisses as he continues to tweak your sensitive nubs. “Jungkook… I-,”

It’s impossible to get any words out while he’s making you feel this good, any words you try to say get lost somewhere in the back of your throat. Your body is warm, tingling with pleasure while he ogles at the sight of you begging to be fucked.

“Remind me, why did you stop me in the car?” His tone is deadly serious.

“I want to come-,” You’re cut off by a surprised gasp when he pushes your thong to one side with one hand, unceremoniously plunging two fingers deep into your throbbing pussy from behind.

“Use your words.”

“I want to come around your cock-” You manage to choke out between ragged breaths, Jungkook hums at the sight of you unravelling in front of him. Something about being almost completely naked while he was fully dressed makes your abdomen tight, he’s so dominating and sexy you feel like you could explode at any moment.

“I don’t think you can take my cock just yet, you’re so tight baby.”

“I can! I can take it, please.” For the first time in your life you’re begging for a man, something no other person had ever reduced you to – and you’re enjoying it.

He’s pumping his digits in and out of you faster now, he’s knuckle deep inside you when he adds another finger to your soaking heat. The third finger makes your knees buckle, mouth wide open but no sound manages to find its way out.

“Hands on the mirror.” He walks you forward until your tits are pressed against the cold surface, further adding to your upcoming orgasm. Your hands are either side of your head, your right cheek ghosting the glass in front of you, “You really think you’re ready for me?” He pulls his fingers from you before sloppily massaging your clit.

“Yes-,” You shamelessly moan, to which he smirks. “I need you to fuck me now. Please.”

“Take these off.” He twangs the waistband of your tiny panties and gets to work freeing his cock from his clothes, rolling the condom down his shaft.

You’re kicking your drenched thong away when an agitated sigh escapes you, “Hurry up, just fuck me.” Your spread your legs wider and push your ass back to meet his crotch.

“So impatient,” He’s amused, “What was the second thing you were worried about baby?”

“What? I can’t remember Jungkook just hurry up and fuck me, please.” You’re looking up at him desperately through the mirror, he’s smirking wickedly as he lowers his lips to your ear.

“No, not til you tell me the second thing that’s stopping you accepting my offer.” He chuckles.

You feel small beneath his gaze and it’s turning you on, you’ve never known someone so naturally assertive before, especially in the bedroom. Not like this, no man you’d ever been with even compares to this night.

“You might have a tiny-“

Your sentence is cut short by the biggest cock you’ve ever taken plunging deep inside you, your knees buckle under your weight before Jungkook wraps one strong arm around your waist and holds you up. His face is contorted with a cocktail of intense pleasure and a shit-eating arrogant smile.

“What was that? Hm? Use your words.”

“Doesn’t matter,” You throw your head back against his chest, your breasts sinfully pushed up on display in front of him. “Definitely not the case.”

“Good to know.” He chuckles, burying himself deeper inside you, “I’m gonna fuck you so good, how a woman like you deserves to be fucked.”

“Oh god.” You hiss, your breath making small white clouds on the shiny surface in front of you. Your hands ball into tight fists as he pulls back and slams himself back into you.

A shaky sigh leaves his lips at the feeling of your walls tightening around his thick cock, your body trying it’s best to adjust to his massive size. Gradually he builds up a steady rhythm as he snaps his hips into your bare ass, it’s not fast nor slow but it’s deep, deeper than you’d anticipated – so much so you can feel him inside your stomach with each thrust.

“You’re so fucking wet for me.” His tone oozes seduction, further adding to your growing pleasure. “Best pussy I’ve ever had.”

Your eyes are squeezed shut in endless bliss, your body already addicted to the feeling of his huge cock fucking you into paradise. You catch a glimpse of him in the mirror, he’s biting down on his lower lip to suppress his own moans, wanting to focus on the sound of yours.

“Touch yourself.” He orders from behind.

“What?”

“Rub that pretty little clit for me baby, til you come all over my cock, just like you wanted.” His voice is croaky, stifled groans and countless profanities betraying him with every roll of his hips.

“I don’t think-“

“Wasn’t asking.” He thrusts into you particularly hard as a warning, you cry out into the open space as the beginnings of tears cloud your vision. Nobody has ever been this deep inside you before, and you’re utterly obsessed with the feeling. “Touch yourself.”

You quickly do as he requests and reach down to your swollen clit with one hand, your pussy is dripping with arousal, so much so it’s spilling out and travelling down your thighs. With your head resting on his chest and your free hand still against the mirror you begin rubbing yourself.

“That’s it baby, just like that.”

The feeling of his thick length repeatedly plunging into you mixed with the new sensation of your fingers ignites a fire inside you, you’re almost sobbing from the overstimulation.

“Jungkook, oh-, oh my god…” You bite down on your lip hard enough to bruise, “This feels…”

“Do you like it baby? Like watching yourself get fucked in my mirror?”

“Yes-“

“You know, fuck-, this doesn’t have to be the only time we do this. Mmmph, I could fuck you every day.”

“Mmm, me too.” Your tits bounce with every movement, he picks up the pace and begins to drill into you relentlessly. “Please, I’m so close-“

“Come for me Y/N, I want to feel you come.”

The sound of your name leaving his lips between guttural moans is enough to push you over the edge, submerging you into euphoria and making you squeeze around his girth as you shrieked, finally coming all over him. It’s a good job Jungkook is holding you in place because you don’t have the physical strength to stand anymore, your body in complete ecstasy as he helps you ride out your high.

“Your pussy’s so fucking tight,” His head lolls back as his grip on your waist tightens, “I’m gonna come baby, you’re gonna make me come.”

You watch him in the mirror, his hooded gaze fixed solely on your bouncing curves as his thrusts turn sloppy and rough. His dark hair sticking to his sweat-beaded forehead, his lip trapped between his teeth, his muscles battling with his clothes as they threaten to burst through the material at any given moment.

“Fuck!” A hoarse growl rumbles in his chest as he bottoms out, pushing every last inch of his member deep inside your throbbing cunt. He looks breath-taking as he rides out his own high, hot come spitting out of his cock in bursts.

“Baby…” He mumbles against the crook of your neck, “You’re amazing.”

You offer a breathy laugh in response, still sensitive and beginning to feel sore as you pull away from his body, his cock falls out of your walls as you turn to face him. You’re more than prepared to sign any piece of paper for a man who can fuck you like that.

“So about this contract,” You push the damp hair away from his face. He’s looking down at you with hope evident in his eyes, his own hand finding purchase on the back of your neck as he pulls you in closer, “If you can add a clause that promises to fuck me like that every time, I might be interested after all.”

“Like I said,” He pants, pressing his lips to yours, “I knew I could convince you otherwise.”

Jin

Seokjin had a firm belief that he understood his wife, especially since the two of you have been married for ten years. The two of you had two beautiful children, and despite some of the hardships the family has had to face, to the ignorance of the children and to the struggle to both you and himself, the Kim family has only come out stronger.

And yet at the current moment, Seokjin couldn’t help but collapse into his seat, his hand slightly trembling as he stared at the piece of paper with its very obvious label that explained the content of the document. He glanced up and looked at you, your own figure sitting in the chair opposite him with your back straight and face composed, your eyes looking at him expectantly.

“Y/N...what is this?” He asked, lowering the paper as he looked at you, swallowing thickly as he tried to make sense of the situation.

“Isn’t it obvious? It’s divorce papers.” You said blankly, not even an eyebrow twitching as you answered him as if he had asked what the weather outside was.

You sounded so emotionless, looked so emotionless, and he didn’t understand why.

“I...I can see that but...but why?”

The two of you had been together since university, Seokjin proposing the same evening he opened his own company, and the two of you have been happy ever since. He could not understand why you were suddenly handing him divorce papers, it was completely out of the blue as he had no idea that you even had the thought in mind. You shrugged.

“I need a change.”

“...What?”

He was at a loss, he just stared at you while you continued with your emotionless mask, staring at him as if he was a blank spot on the wall which you had happened to be locked on. A change? What did you mean that you needed a change? He voiced the question, and you only answered him with a sigh, the first sign of any type of emotion or reaction regarding this news.

“I’m tired.” You confessed, gazing down at your wedding ring that at three identical diamonds beside each other. Seokjin furrowed his eyebrows at you.

“What do mean by tired?” He asked careful, unable to get a read on you, something which he never thought would ever be possible because he knew you the best out of everyone.

“Of this. Of this life, this house, this...story. I want to close this chapter, I want a change.“

“Y/N...” Seokjin started, staring at you while he felt his throat thicken second by second, his hands rubbing his knees as he continued to stare at you. “I don’t understand.”

You sighed, shaking your head before looking at him with an almost tired look, it startling him as you almost seemed to age a few years in a single instant.

“I don’t expect you to, nor do you have to.” You stood up from your seat, which prompted Seokjin to immediately follow suit as he shot up to his feet, his body awkwardly standing as he did not know if he should reach for you or not. You nodded towards the paper which had fluttered to the floor from Seokjin’s sudden standing. “Read through that and contact my lawyer if you want to make any changes. Let’s just make this as painless as possible please. Goodbye.”

You had turned to leave, and that prompted Seokjin to fumble towards you and grab you by the wrist, turning to back to look at him as he flashed you a helpless look, confusion and hurt swirling within his chest and reflecting on his face as he tightened his grip on you.

“Y/N, this has come out of nowhere, can we please just talk about this and-”

“There is nothing to talk about.” You snapped, your words like bullets and piercing him through the chest as you ripped your wrist out of his grip, flashing him an icy glare which startled him even more because it has never been directed so scathingly at him before. “I’ve made up my mind. Don’t bother trying to change it.”

Seokjin couldn’t answer, or rather, he was not given the chance to because you whirled around and stormed out of the room, leaving him with the broken pieces of his heart as he all but dropped to his knees, staring down at the ground almost as if he was praying for an answer for all of this madness would appear before him and tell him why you were acting like this.

The two of you knew each other like the back of your hands, you always seemingly knowing what is going through his mind and Seokjin always seemingly knowing what was going through your mind. But now for the first time ever, Seokjin had no idea what you were thinking. It was like he was staring at a blank wall, protected from any type of staring because of its concealment.

It was like he was talking to stranger, or rather, you were treating him like a stranger. And that is what was hurting him the most. He has apparently lost his wife without even knowing it.

Suga

Yoongi had always been the lone-wolf type of man, preferring the company of himself than of others, but it was something you had learned to accept when you became involved with him. You knew what type of man he was when you married him, and he thought you had understood what was to come from a marriage with him.

He was a known workaholic, something which you figured out very early in the relationship, but it was something that you had taken into stride because his working habits is what paid for the big house that you and him lived in with your son. You were content to spend time at home to care for Jinyoung, inviting friends over to keep your company while Yoongi worked. He did join you and your friends at the odd occasion, but usually he remained in his office to finish up some work, only being prompted out to see your friends off with you.

It was not that he didn’t love you, because he did. You were his wife, and he provided you just like a husband should, but it seemed he grew very stagnant in his marriage with you, something he did not realize until his assistant had delivered some papers to his desk just before their shifted ended in the early hours of the evening. The manila folder was not labelled, so the only way he would find out about its contents was by opening it, and it was when he saw the title of the first document did he realize what they were.

Divorce papers.

For the first time ever, Yoongi left at the same time as everyone else. He had even pushed past his assistant when he hurried into the elevator, not bothering to even hold it open for his assistant as he was trying to figure out the quickest route back home. His hands were clutching at the folder, carrying it with him and tossing it into the passenger seat of his car before starting it up and speeding out of the parking out like a demon out from hell.

He probably broke about a dozen traffic laws on his way home but he didn’t care, the only thing that he had on his mind was his wife and his son. He hoped that the two of you were still home, if you weren’t...he didn’t know what he would do.

He didn’t even bother to switch off the car when he sped into his driveway, grabbing the folder and vaulting out of his car before rushing into his house, not expecting to find you seated at the dining room table with Jinyoung in his eating chair, busy being fed his dinner. You turned your head and looked almost surprised at Yoongi’s presence in the doorway.

“Oh, you’re home.” You said, your eyes falling to the folder in his hands. The surprise on your face smoothed out and was replaced with a neutral expression before you looked back at Yoongi. “Was there something you wanted to discuss.”

“Y/N, what the fuck.”

Yoongi couldn’t help it, the words just tumbled out of his mouth before he even realised what he was saying. You immediately shot him a glare and glanced at Jinyoung, hoping that the toddler would not have the urge to repeat what his father had just said. But thankfully, he continued to chew on the food you were feeding him, much to your relief. You looked back at Yoongi.

“If you are going to speak like that in front of your son, then you can walk back out the front door.”

“If I speak- Y/N, what the...why did this arrive at my office?” Yoongi demanded, holding the folder up to you. You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Have you not read it yet that you don’t know what it is?”

“Don’t get smart with me Y/N, I don’t have the time for-”

“Ah yes, time. Time is everything, for both me and you, and yet we seem to have different ideas of it altogether.” You laughed, it sounding the most empty he has ever heard as you shook your head and fed another spoonful to Jinyoung before looking at Yoongi. You nodded your head towards the kitchen. “Go pour yourself a drink. We can talk once Jinyoung has finished his dinner.”

“Y/N-”

“Go pour yourself a drink. You might need it.”

You turned back to face Jinyoung, flashing your son a smile before pretending that the spoon was an airplane and flew it into his mouth, making your son gurgle a laugh as he ate, ignoring Yoongi entirely as he stared at you in complete shock.

Even though he was not showing it, Yoongi was a floundering mess, and yet you seemed so...at ease with the whole situation. You were feeding Jinyoung like you usually did, going about your routine like usual, and yet you had dropped a massive bomb on Yoongi that you want a divorce. You weren’t even looking at him, treating him as if he was a piece of furniture in the room.

Just what the fuck has happened to you?

It didn’t seem that you were going to answer him any time soon, or rather, only once his son has finished his dinner. So deciding to follow your advice, he turned and headed towards the kitchen with the intent to drink some whiskey from the biggest glass that he owned. He definitely was going to need it.

J-Hope

His friends and family had always told him that he was too kind for his own good, and at first he used to brush off their words like they meant nothing because they didn’t for a time as he never thought that someone could be too kind for their own good, but he has now realised just how true their words were. The were practically spitting a fact straight to his face because he was now suffering from his apparent excessive kindness to the others and in came in the form of you, his wife.

The two of you had a marriage that was equal and happy. The two of you had your own respective jobs, a company of his and your own, and the two of you were happy with one another. The two of you were even the parents of a beautiful daughter, Areum being the light of Hoseok’s life aside from you. He thought that nothing could come between the two of you or the family, as to the perspective of others, his family was picture perfect.

Only it wasn’t.

As a businessman himself, Hoseok understood the stress that came with it and the need of long-hours of work to ensure a smooth running company, so when you began to stay longer hours at your company, he did not think much of it. He ensured to make sure that there was a meal waiting for you at home, and that he was available to help you in any way that he could, despite being busy with his own company.

But as time went on, hours became longer and Hoseok found that you were spending time more at your company rather at home with him and Areum, but Hoseok tried not to think too much into it because you always apologized when you did eventually arrive home and tried to make up for it as best as you could, something which he accepted because sometimes it can’t be helped with how work surrounds successful business people like you and him.

But what can be helped is celebrating your daughters tenth birthday as a family, something which you had forgotten, which infuriated Hoseok because no matter how busy the two of you had gotten with your companies, Areum always came first no matter what.

So after consoling his crying daughter and celebrating with her as best as he could before eventually putting her to bed, Hoseok had hopped into his own car and drove to your company building, intent to give you a piece of his mind for forgetting Areum’s birthday dinner. The building was relatively empty and dark, but Hoseok still stormed his way in it and headed towards your office, rehearsing the speech he was going to give you in his head as he eventually reached your office level and marched through it until he was eventually ripping open the door to your office, your name already leaving his lips before he even realised the position that you were in.

Which was on the table.

Bent over.

Naked

With a equally naked man behind you.

...

It seemed that his giving of the benefit of the doubt had bitten him the ass, especially since he discovered the real reason why you were staying at your company for long, as well as the reason of why you didn’t come celebrate Areum’s birthday at home with him and Areum.

Hoseok couldn’t stomach seeing you for two weeks, deciding to take some time away from the company and home by staying with his parents, taking Areum with him because he didn’t even want to leave her in close proximity with you or your boy toy, if he happened to come to the house with Hoseok’s absence.

While his parents were happy to spend time with their granddaughter, he knew that they were worried about him. For the first week, he didn’t tell them anything. How could he? How could he exactly say that his wife was having an affair? That you were cheating on him, just how could he confess that to his parents that card for you like you were their own daughter?

He couldn’t, but eventually...he could not keep it to himself. So he told them, and to say that their reactions were to be expected is an understatement.

His mother was heartbroken, shocked that you would even do a thing since there nothing seemingly wrong with your marriage with Hoseok. Hoseok had been thinking for the past week on what he could have possibly done to push you into the arms of another man, but he simply could not think of anything. He was a good man, a good husband to you, and yet you sought for love and pleasure with someone else.

Why? The question just burnt itself into his brain and heart, and there was nothing he could do to ease the pain.

And then his father suggested for him to go talk to you. He could not hide out at their home forever, and Areum needed you, she need her mother, and he had no right to deprive her of you or you of her. So after another week, he decided to return home with Areum with hopes to talk with you, to try figure out the whole mess which has exploded in the family.

Only you were not home to greet them, instead a document was waiting on the kitchen bar with a a little sticky note attached to the first page of the document, your cursive handwriting easily recognizable to him.

I’m sorry.

And underneath it was the divorce papers with your signature already on them. And when he eventually searched through the house, he found all of your clothes gone from the wardrobe, along with all your other belongings in the bedroom and the bathroom, leaving behind only Hoseok’s belonging, as well as Areum’s while your daughter in question kept asking Hoseok where you were.

He didn’t know, and at that very moment, he didn’t care.

Because he just lost his wife at the same time his daughter had lost her mother.

RM

No marriage was perfect and Namjoon understood that, especially since he was hardly a perfect man, nor were you a perfect woman. Like all couples, the two of you did fight, but both of you came back stronger, as expected since the two of you were in love with each other. Each time the two of you would fight, Namjoon held onto the belief that it made the two of you stronger, and it ringed true most of the time because the two of you would make a comeback and forgive each other graciously.

Namjoon liked to be perceived as perfect since he has worked hard to get to where he is today. The tales of his successes were quite well-known, as he was once nothing but a poor man who did have a single dime to his name, and yet he worked hard to try improve his life, and he did when he managed ti build his own company from the bottom up, firmly establishing himself in the business world and being the living proof that hard work can get you anywhere.

Namjoon has never forgotten the pathetic and helpless feelings that he had during the time he had no money and was practically homeless, so to say he became somewhat of a workaholic would be an understatement. While he was very successful, he didn’t ever want to go back to how things used to be for him, which is one of the core motivators for him to continue working, even though he had a family waiting at home for him.

Even though he was a very punctual person by nature, at times he would become so heavily focused on his work that he loses track of time, and that is what he did on the day when his son was graduating from high school. When Namjoon eventually saw the time, he cursed loudly before scurrying out of his office and driving home, the graduation ceremony being long finished. When he eventually arrived home, he was met with the sight of you and Jinyoung eating some ice-cream together, sharing a smile with each other before turning to look at Namjoon as he entered the room.

“Hello,” he said, inwardly wincing at how awkward he sounded, shrugging off his jacket while walking towards the two of you, his eyes on his son who looked at him with an empty stare. “Jinyoung, I am so sorry I wasn’t-”

“Forget it. It’s not like I expected you to be there.” Jinyoung hissed, uncaring on how disrespectful he was being to his father before she stood up from his seat and stormed away, leaving Namjoon and you behind in the dining room.

Namjoon felt his throat tighten. Even though Jinyoung knows better than to speak to him so disrespectfully, he could not be angry at him because it was well deserved. He had the right to be angry at Namjoon, and the fact he didn’t expect Namjoon to be at his graduation hurt him. He turned to look at you, guilt written all over his face.

“Y/N, I didn’t mean to-”

“But you did.” You cut him off, shooting him a scathing glare that could melt metal before you gathered up the half finished bowls of ice-cream and carried them to the kitchen, Namjoon quickly following after you.

“I am really sorry, I didn’t realize-”

“I am not the one you should be apologizing to Namjoon, Jinyoung is the one who was hurt the most out of this.”

“I know, I-”

“No you don’t know. He really wanted you to come, and yet you didn’t, and the worst thing is that he knew that you wouldn’t come even though you promised. You promised!”

You slammed the bowls into the sink, fortunately not breaking them but making such a ruckus that Namjoon flinched, your whole body tensed with anger as you spun on your heel so you could glare at him face-to-face. Namjoon sighed and rubbed at his temples, a headache coming on.

“I know and I’m sorry. I will make it up to him-”

“How can you make it up to him Namjoon? Can you turn back time and go to the once-in-a-lifetime high school graduation of our son? Are you going to organize with the high school to have a whole repeat of the event just so you can see it? Or do you think buying him the next expensive thing is going to make it up to him? Bribing your son seems to be the usual thing that you like to do, the same with me whenever you let me down!”

Namjoon scowled at your words, sending you with a glare of his own as he righted himself up, standing taller than you by a mile as he tried to assert and defend himself.

“I do not bribe my son or you. I am the sole provider of this family, so I-”

“Oh again with that bullshit!”

While Namjoon knew that you did have a bit of a temper on you, he did not expect himself to suddenly be ducking out of the way when you all but threw one of the bowls at him, screeching curses at him while the ceramics shattered against the kitchen wall and showered the floor in shards. Namjoon stared at you in shock.

“Y/N, just what do you think-”

“I am sick of you acting like you are better than me! That you are better than everyone else! In case you have forgotten, I gave up my job so that I could take care of our son, someone is supposed to be the number one priority both of our lives! Just because you are the only one working doesn’t mean you have a fucking backseat on being a parent! You should have been there for Jinyoung, but like fucking usual, you weren’t, all because of your fucking work.”

“Y/N, my company is-”

“-Always first. It is always fucking first and I am sick of it. Jinyoung and I are always second! I have put up with it for so long...just so that Jinyoung could have some kind of peace growing up, but after today, I just won’t pretend anymore!”

There was a shift in you, one which Namjoon did not like because it was as if he was talking to an angered stranger in his own home. The two of you have fought before, but never to this extent, and from the words you were saying, he actually began to grow scared of what you were implicating.

“What are you saying Y/N?” He couldn’t help but asked, trepidation clear in his voice as he stared at you. You responded with a heated glare before answering.

“Jinyoung and I are leaving, and I don’t care if you decide to toss all of your lawyers at us, I won’t allow our son or myself remain in a household that isn’t a family.”

“Y/N-”

“I want a fucking divorce. I don’t care if you don’t want it, I do and it is about damn time I do something for myself and for Jinyoung. We’re done.”

Jimin

He thought that he could fix things between the two of you, to get back to how things used to be before he messed everything up. While it is natural for people to make mistakes, some mistakes can truly mess up your life, and Jimin learnt that the hard way through the mistake who was blonde, young, and beautiful, and not his wife.

It was a drunken mistake, something that happened overseas on his trip and he needed to let off some steam, especially since he had gotten off a phone call from you which resulted in a fight because you were tired of his traveling and leaving you behind with the kids, five and four respectively. It is not like he didn’t feel guilty with leaving you behind with all of his traveling, but it was something that came with his job, and so he expected you to be more understanding of the situation, but you did not believe you had to adhere to those expectations, which frustrated him beyond belief.

So he went out drinking, and he happened to come across a woman who was obviously attracted to him, and in his drunken stupor, he decided to submit to his mutual attraction to the blonde stranger. But when he woke up the next morning in his hotel room with an arm wrapped around his waist, did he immediately realize his mistake. He messed up, badly, and the fact that you were at home with his son and daughter, faithfully waiting for his return, the guilt just built up even more.

He had to get home.

He kicked the girl out of his hotel room and immediately packed up his luggage before sending a message to his secretary to inform his overseas associates that he had to return home due to a family emergency. He could not remain in the foreign country and pretend that everything was alright, because it wasn’t, and he knew that he could not keep it from you. You did not deserve to be lied to.

When Jimin had arrived home, you were surprised at his sudden appearance, but it immediately turned into joy and you went to greet him, kissing him on the lips with a wide smile on your face as you pulled away. But you immediately noticed that something was wrong by Jimin’s expression, and when you had asked him what had happened, he told you the truth. The whole flight back home, he had been summing up the courage t tell you the truth, trying to prepare some sort of speech in his head to try explain why he did what he did. But no matter what excuses he came up with, none of them could defend him from his betrayal, so he did not bother to use them when he told you the truth.

You had left the house afterwards, not sparing him another look or word as you took your purse and car keys before leaving. Jimin didn’t bother trying to look for you, knowing that it will only do more damage than good in your and his relationship. So instead he tended to Jinyoung and Areum, his precious children who were ignorant to the happenings in the house, ignorant of the fact that their father had hurt their mother in the worst way possible.

When you eventually returned home, you did not utter a word to him until later that evening, after you kissed Jinyoung and Areum goodnight and joined Jimin in the bedroom where he was waiting for you. You had done our usual nightly routine before finally turning to look at him, a blank expression on your face which terrified him beyond belief.

“You broke my trust Jimin, badly, and I have half the mind to walk out of here with the kids and never see you again. But that wouldn’t be fair to them. I don’t forgive you for what you did, not by a long shot, and you can’t take back what you did, but we can try move forward. For the sake of this family, I will try forgive you, but it will take a lot of time before I can consider it.”

And he was not going to mess up his second chance that you were giving him.

For the next few months, Jimin was determined to win back your trust. He brought you flowers almost everyday, he took you and the children out for family outings and bonding, and he did everything that he could to make you happy. He wanted to remind you how happy you were with him, how being married to him was the best thing ever, because being married to you was the best thing that had ever happened to him.

It was almost like the two of you were dating again, with him trying his best to woo you into his arms with promises of a happy life with him, along with the idea gifts, flowers, and honey words that could make one’s heartstrings tug with their sincerity. Jimin thought that things were developing well between the two of you, as you seemed to slowly become comfortable with his presence again, things almost shifting back to how they used to be before the entire incident.

That was until he arrived home to see you sitting at the dining room table and a glass a wine, with a man dressed in a beige suit.

“Y/N...who is this?” Jimin asked, his eyes fixed on the man as he cautiously walked closer to the table, where the man stood up to greet him. He offered Jimin his hand.

“Mr Park, I am Mr Minho Choi, your wife had asked me to accompany her in this meeting.”

“Meeting? What do you mean meeting?” Jimin asked, ignoring the man’s hand to look at you but you were avoiding all eye contact with him.

You instead took a sip of your wine. Mr Choi cleared his throat, retracting his hand and instead turning to grab the paperwork on the table which Jimin only now noticed as Mr Choi shifted them together before turning to face Jimin again. He offered them to Jimin. “An unofficial meeting to discuss your oncoming divorce with your wife.”

Jimin’s blood froze, the air in his lungs trapped as he stared at Mr Choi in shock before slowly to turn back to you, you still not offering him a single look. Jimin glanced at the offered documents and could just make out the upside down words ‘Divorce Papers’ from his position.

“W-What?” He stammered, not fully believing that this was happening. The two of you were doing so well, he had been working so hard to make things work between the two of you again, he thought you were on your way of forgiving him.

“Mrs Park has employed me and my services to represent her in the divorce, while it appears that you have not been expecting this news and need to come to terms with it, I have drafted the conditions which Mrs Park believes she is entitled to. Please review them with your own lawyer before we continue with the proceedings.”

Was he that arrogant to believe that his mistake could be forgiven entirely by you?

V

A curse left Taehyung’s lips when he finally entered the world of the living again, his head pounding from the alcohol he consumed last night. Or morning. He didn’t really know what time of the day it was, not that it really mattered because he wasn’t ready to face reality it, or to accept it.

It seemed he didn’t even bother to make it to the bed to pass out in his drunken stupor, the floor seemed more than acceptable enough to house him and his body, although his neck and lower back said otherwise. He cursed again as he sat up, all the blood rushing to his head as he hunched over and clutched at his head, the headache only getting worse the longer he remained awake and sitting up. And then his stomach decided to flip.

Taehyung rushed to the bathroom, bumping into the wall twice before he finally reached the toilet and emptied his stomach contents into it, clutching onto the seat for dear life as he felt like death itself was hanging upon his head. He wallowed in misery at the toilet, groaning and cursing to himself as he continued to empty his stomach until there was a loud pounding at the door. Taehyung wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve and glance in direction of the noise, coming from the front door of the hotel room he was crashing at.

“Taehyung you son of a bitch! Open up this instant!” Jimin’s voice called out to him, quite angrily if he might add, which hardly improved his mood as he rinsed his mouth out at the sink and then stumbled his way towards the door. When he opened it, he hardly was able to say a word when Jimin all but pushed himself past him and into the room, groaning and gagging at the sight and smell before turning to look at him. “You’re a fucking mess.”

“Well good morning to you too.” Taehyung grumbled, closing the door and then slumping against the wall, a wave of wooziness washing over him. Jimin scoffed and gave Taehyung a disbelieving look.

“Its 8 pm at night.” He said, making Taehyung raise his eyebrows in surprise.

“Oh...really?”

“Yes, and half of the fucking town is looking for you right now.” Jimin hissed, marching over until he was right in front of Taehyung and grabbed him roughly by the collar, his teeth bared angrily like a wild animal. “Do you have any idea how fucking worried we were?”

“Hmmm, not much. It’s like I’m dead or anything.” Taehyung said lamely,  not realizing that his words would cause his childhood best friend to shove him hard against the door, making him bang his head and making it even more painful than before.

“You could have been! For fuck sake’s Taehyung, no one has seen you in in a week! Not at work, not at home, not at anyone’s place! We were worried, even Y/N was worried!”

At the mention of your name, Taehyung scoffed. He pushed Jimin away and stormed past him, stumbling back into the main area of the hotel room until he saw a half-drunken bottle on the desk table. He stumbled over and grabbed it, taking a generous sip. The taste of the alcohol made his stomach curl but he ignored it as he swallowed the burning liquid.

“As if she was worried about me. She doesn’t care about me.” he hissed, making Jimin sigh in frustration.

“Listen, I know you and her have been having problems, but that does not mean that she does not care about-”

“Hah! Having problems is an understatement! She doesn’t give a shit about me! Not anymore!” Taehyung exclaimed, taking another generous sip of his drink before taking a seat on the desk table, clutching at the edge of it before looking at Jimin with a fixed look, one that was neutral and blank that Jimin could not get a read on him. Moments of silence passed between them, Jimin eying Taehyung carefully until he finally spoke again, albeit a little softer than last time. “She wants a divorce.”

...

“What?” Jimin questioned, his eyebrow furrowed together as he gazed at Taehyung in stunned surprise. Taehyung glanced down at the bottle he was holding, swirling its contents before speaking again.

 “She told me last week. She wants a divorce. Apparently she can’t handle being married to someone like me with a family like mine.” He said, giving out an empty laugh before he brought the bottle to his lips again. Jimin stepped carefully towards his best friend.

“What did you say to her after that?” He asked carefully, making Taehyung drop his head slightly as he recalled the words which he had said after you told him your sudden decision.

“...You don’t want to know.”

Silence took over in the room, neither men saying anything after Taehyung’s confession. Taehyung continued to sip from the bottle while Jimin tried to collect his thoughts, eventually sighing before he eventually took the bottle out of Taehyung’s hand.

“Come on, you need to shower.”

“Jimin-”

“You reek of alcohol and before we do anything else, you need to shower. We can...do something else afterwards, but we are not staying in here any longer.”

Taehyung wanted to argue, to act perpetually and remain in the hotel room like he has for the past week, but somehow the energy to fight just faded away as he allowed himself to be pushed towards the bathroom by Jimin, slum oping his head in defeat as he closed the bathroom door behind him.

Jungkook

He thought he had his life all planned out perfectly. He graduated top of his class, he got married to his beautiful girlfriend, and he was one of the youngest and most successful business men in the world, even making it in the article of ‘Most influential men under 30′ and he was proud of it. His life was perfect, just like he had planned and from an outside perspective, it seemed there was not a single flaw within himself, his wife, or his life in general.

But then he had to fuck it up.

Jungkook was aware that he attracted a lot of people, both male and female, but he always remained faithful to you, because you were his darling wife and his biggest support system. You were there for Jungkook through all the highs and lows in his career, and you accepted every single part of him, even his flaws which he tried hard to hide from others. So the possibility of him becoming involved with someone else was something which never, ever crossed his mind because there was no one who could even match you. You were perfect in his eyes and nobody could ever replace you or your spot in Jungkook’s heart.

But then it took another CEO with 7-inch heels and a lethal smirk to change his mind.

It was a mistake. He knew it was a mistake the second he allowed himself to be kissed by another woman, the two of them sitting closely together at his desk as they were discussing strategies for the collaboration his and her companies were working on. And yet he allowed it to happen, and even worse, he allowed it to go even further.

He didn’t know the exact reason why he continued with the affair, the guilt which he felt the entire time only becoming forgotten when he in between the legs of his mistress, pinning her wrists to the bed as he thrusted into her, covering her lips with his own to mask her moans and squeals each time he reentered her. But afterwards, his guilt always came slamming back into his body as he redressed himself and kissed her goodbye before returning home to you, under the guise that he was stuck in a meeting.

It went on for a while, and every time Jungkook considered telling you about his fair, he chickened out because he was terrified of the idea of you possibly leaving him for it. Though it would be well-deserved if you did leave him, because he has broken his wedding vows, to remain faithful to you and to always make you first priority in everything. But the longer his affair continued, the priorities in his life changed and you suddenly were no longer the number one in his life anymore.

And when you eventually learned the reason why you didn’t come first, Jungkook was there to relieve your anger and pain.

Jungkook arrived home late as usual, after spending the evening wining and dining with his lover, and he expected you to be asleep like you usually were, but instead the bedroom light was on and you were up reading a book, apparently waiting for him to return. You turned your head to face him as he walked into the bedroom.

“Welcome back.” You said, closing your book to give Jungkook your full attention. Jungkook flashed you a careful smile.

“Hey baby, why are you still up? It’s late.” You flashed him a smile, an empty one that did not reach your eyes like your smiles usually did when you were happy to see him.

“I know its late, which is why I was waiting for you to come home, so that we could talk.”

“Talk? Talk about what?” Jungkook asked, shrugging off his jacket and hanging it over the chair at your vanity table before going to unbutton his shirt. You flashed him another smile.

“About how long you planned to keep your affair going?”

Jungkook froze, his fingers hanging in the air with the top button of his shirt being undone. Ice replaced his blood and he looked at you with a shocked expression, your own face still fixed with a cool smile which was no help to Jungkook trying to calm his beating heart.

“My...what?” He asked pathetically, his heartbeat in his ears by now as he swallowed a thick stone in his throat, his breathing becoming uneasy as he continued to stare at you. You scoffed and rolled your eyes at him, shaking your head in disdain.

“Don’t act stupid Jungkook, did you really think I wouldn’t eventually figure it out? That you were seeing someone else and much preferred to spend your time with them than with me? Oh, but it isn’t just someone random, oh no, it just had to be with that bitch from the other company. I guess you can mix business and pleasure huh?”

You gave an empty laughing, shaking your head before you slipped out of bed, revealing to be wearing normal clothes instead of pajamas, heading over to the closet where you pulled out a roller bag, packed with clothes while you turned to fix him with an icy glare.

“Get out.” You hissed, pushing the bag in its wheels towards him, making him immediately stumble to catch it as it bumped into his legs. He continued to look at you with wide eyes.

“Y/N-”

“I don’t want to hear another word from you. The next time you talk to me, my lawyer will be present. I want a divorce.”

Divorce.

The word echoed in his head, and all of a sudden, his worst nightmare was coming true and he felt his eyes sting as tears formed and began to escape his eyes, his head shaking rapidly as he stumbled past the roller bag and towards you, reaching out to touch you.

“Y/N please, let me explain-”

“Don’t fucking touch me.” You hissed, dodging his attempts to grab you and moving across the room so that he couldn’t touch you, the intensity of your gaze only increasing the longer you looked at him. “There is nothing to explain. You slept with someone who wasn’t me, more than once, and I don’t want anything to do with you.”

“Baby, please...” He begged, stumbling towards you again, his body shaking while tears began to stream down his cheeks as he reached for you again, only this time you slapped his hands away with brute force, your teeth bared like a wild animal with its hackles raise.

“I’m not your baby anymore. Get out Jungkook, I’m sure you new baby will happily welcome you back into her arms, or her legs, your choice.”

few hours ago

You are in your office's cafeteria, making yourself a cup of coffee before joining your superiors for a publicity meeting.

Oh God, this better go right.

This meeting was really important from your current project's perspective as the whole outcome of the project depended on it.

The company visiting today was going to be present for the meeting and you had to try your best to convince them for headlining the project. After all, your personal career graph could make a steep rise if you managed to ace this one.

Taking a deep breath, you swiftly turn around, ready to do your best when,

"Argh what the fuck?!" You hear a deep voice growl lowly.

Already moving to help, you quickly grab some paper towels from the counter and pass it to the stranger, "Shit I'm so sorry. Really. I didn't notice you there," you look wide-eyed at the man who's now wiping his suit jacket, looking down as his hair hides his eyes from your view.

"Can't you be a little more careful?" He lowkey spits.

"I said I'm sorry. This area is pretty much empty around this time everyday. So I didn't expect anyone to be here. I'm just-" you sigh, "I'm really sorry."

"Whatever," the man mumbles as he looks up towards you.

And it's like the moment freezes.

"Taehyung?!"

You can swear on your favourite noodles that you are not breathing right now. Or actually; you are pretty much on the verge of hyperventilation.

"____?" He looks surprised. No. Shocked. That's more accurate.

And you? Hearing your name leave his perfect lips after so long has you almost slipping into a trance. Except, you catch yourself. This is your workplace.

Clearing your throat, you try to sound as nonchalant as you possibly could with your breath still hitched, "Taehyung? What are you doing here?"

"You work here?" He asks instead with raised brows.

"You don't reply to a question with another question, Taehyung. But yes, as a matter of fact, I do," you fake a smile, "I mean....why else would I be here?" You look around, pretending innocence.

Taehyung snorts in response, "Still the same sassy woman huh?" He retorts, "But let me politely remind you that you are the one who goes about spilling brown liquids on the company's guests first thing in the morning."

"That's coffee and you know it," you sigh out, "And I said I'm sorry. Really. If you want, I can just get that cleaned for you?" You look at him, biting your lip.

Fuck.

Why does he have to be so handsome? Life isn't fair huh? Sending your childhood friend who's also your ex back into your life even if it's just as a company guest.

Wait.

Company guest?

You almost choke upon the realization. There's no way. Please, it cannot be what you think it is.

Looking up at him cautiously, you try, "What are you here for, Taehyung?"

He looks at you like you're saying something out of context, "Me? I'm here for a meeting. It's regarding some project publicity."

Oh fuck your life.

It just had to be that your ex that you know you are still very much attracted to had to be the guest for the meeting you are hosting.

Does it get any worse?

You look at Taehyung and he's staring at you sceptically.

"What?" He mouths.

You consider telling him about the situation but decide against it. You'll just have to do what you can and see what happens.

Instead you ask him again, "Are you sure you don't want to get that cleaned?" You ask, pointing at his suit.

He lets out a non-committal hum, "Nah there's not much time left anyway. Besides it's barely visible on the dark coloured cloth so whatever. It's fine." He shrugs, pouting adorably.

Yep. You sure are attracted to him. Even after all this time.

"Thank you," you smile, "I'll get going now, got work to do."

"Oh yeah sure. Go on ahead," he holds out his hand in a 'this way' gesture that has you smiling a little wider.

Surprisingly, the meeting goes smoothly.

As it comes, Taehyung is all professional and doesn't let any sliver of the past relationship between you two slip through into his judgement. Sharp nods and intuitive listening. That's who he is when it comes to work, you learned today.

As you're moving back to your cabin, you hear Taehyung call out to you, "Hey, ____!"

Turning around, you watch him moving in your direction with a grin on his face.

"You were amazing today, ____," he says honestly.

You blush at his words. "Thanks."

"Uhh I was thinking.....," he fidgets, "Are you free this Saturday?" He rubs the back of his head, looking, almost pleading you to consider his offer.

"Saturday? I guess. What's up?"

"Oh I thought maybe we could just catch up? I mean.....we'll be seeing each other more often now that this project is finalized," he lets out.

You consider his offer. It sounds like a nice idea to break the tension between you two.

But will it be nice for your heart though?

You nod your approval anyway and he grins so wide that any apprehension you had lifts away. You're sure you made the right decision.

You're sure.

Until some weeks pass by with you working under him for the project- where you learn that he's the CEO of the company headlining your project. Crazy.

Until you notice that's he's still a gentleman at heart. Always offering help and sharing comfort words. Encouraging you for sharing your ideas. Making you feel safe and heard.

Until you start wanting more than just his help with work and motivating words.

Until you realize that yes, you are indeed in love with him. Again. And just as bad.

Until you learn that he's dating a woman through a common friend of yours. Maybe someone who suits his current life much better than you ever would.

Until it feels like shards of glass digging into an old wound before falling away.

Until it feels all too late.

time skip- few weeks later

You're in a club, drinking away your feelings. Again.

Apparently, Taehyung has a way of making you do just that.

The bright neon lights in the dark club make you feel dizzy. Or it could be the drinks.

Who knows? Not you, that's for sure.

What you do know, however, is that it's true. You are indeed in love with Kim Taehyung.

Because how else can you explain the sharp pangs in your chest at the thought of him being with someone else?

Five years have passed and he still has this hold on your heart, ever present wherever you go.

Yes, your head hurts.

And when you think about Taehyung, it hurts a little more.

But then that song comes up, booming through the club like it's mocking you, and you feel your heart hurt too.

So I pour another shot

And I pretend that it's your lips,

Chase you down another round

Until I taste your whiskey kiss

You remember singing those very same lyrics with Taehyung at the top of your lungs back then.

All vivid memories.

And the difference is, back then, he closed the lyrics with a kiss on your lips.

Remembering that makes your heart break.

And when you remember Taehyung's smile at the end of the song, it breaks a little more.

So you decide not to let it end.

You decide to leave the club before the song ends.

And you do. You leave.

But it's Taehyung you're talking about. Of course he has to be present in your life, in the best and worst moments, at all times.

Because as you successfully leave the club before it could break you any further, another trace of Taehyung follows. Affecting you far more than the cold bite of the winter air ever could.

This time, in the form of his name lighting up your phone screen. He's calling you, this late at night. Huh weird.

Making sure your voice is steady enough, you answer the call, "Taehyung?"

"____? Where are you?"

You frown. He sounds kinda breathless.

"Taehyung, are you okay? What's up?"

"Are you home?" He rasps out, voice all desperate.

"No, I'm not. But why?"

"____, we need to talk."