"It's been so long Missy."

"You've kept me waiting so long Mr. J!"

Before we fall (Jeon Jungkook x F!Reader x J-Hope one shot)

Summary: One night, one mistake, and the foundation cracked. Loyalty became betrayal. Friendship became suspicion. Love became something sharp enough to draw blood. And by the time the truth came out, none of them would recognize the people they used to be.

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Female !Reader x J-Hope (Jung Hoseok)

Genre: smut / NSFW, Idol AU, Angst, romance, cheating, betrayal, infidelity, rough sex, intimate, mature language, curse words, raw sex,

Rating: NSFW // 18+ only dni 🔞

Trigger Warning: This story contains themes of infidelity, emotional conflict, and mature content that may be distressing to some readers. Reader discretion is advised.

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Jeon Jungkook was the kind of man who filled a room without trying  all confidence, ambition, and that effortless charm that could talk a deal into signing itself. He built his days on phone calls, meetings, and contracts, stacking success like poker chips. But when you’re chasing the next win, you don’t notice the quiet losses. The dinner plates cleared without you. The candles blown out alone. The smile of the person you love fading into something you only see in photos, and that person is Ari, Ari had been his anchor for three years. She knew the rhythm of his days, the smell of his cologne even when he wasn’t home, the way his voice softened when he was half-asleep. She kept their shared life warm while his world spun faster and further from hers. She told herself it was temporary  just another busy season, just another deal to close  until the spaces between them became more familiar than his touch. Jung Hoseok was the other half of Jungkook’s empire, a man who could take the sharpest edges of business and smooth them into something easy to trust. He laughed easily, spoke gently, and remembered details other people forgot  the sugar in your coffee, the name of your dog, the song you said reminded you of summer. He was engaged to Ari’s best friend, and together they were planning a wedding everyone said would be perfect. But sometimes, perfection is only the part people are meant to see. Lianne had been Ari’s best friend since their university days late-night ramen runs, crying in bathrooms over men who weren’t worth it, celebrating each other’s wins like they were her own. She trusted Ari with everything, the same way she trusted Hoseok when she slid her grandmother’s engagement ring onto her finger. She didn’t believe in happy endings because she thought she didn’t need to  she was already living hers.

They laughed over shared dinners. They toasted champagne at holidays. They called each other family.

It was easy to believe nothing could shake them.

But every story has a tipping point  a moment where something small becomes something dangerous. A missed anniversary. A fight that leaves words unsaid. A door that opens to the wrong person at the right time.

One night, one mistake, and the foundation cracked.

Loyalty became betrayal. Friendship became suspicion. Love became something sharp enough to draw blood.

And by the time the truth came out, none of them would recognize the people they used to be.

The scent of rosemary and garlic clung to the air, warm and inviting. Candles flickered across the small dining table Ari had been fussing over for the past hour. The lasagna was still in the oven, wine chilling in the bucket, and the playlist she’d curated was soft in the background low enough to talk over, romantic enough to feel intentional.

It was their anniversary.

Ari sat on the couch, knees tucked to her chest, phone in her hand. She scrolled aimlessly just to keep herself from staring at the clock.

He’s probably on his way. She checked the time again.

9:12 p.m.

Her chest tightened.

The front door finally opened. Jungkook stepped in, black blazer draped over his shoulder, tie loosened like he’d just escaped a meeting.

“Hey,” he said, distracted, setting his keys down. He didn’t notice the candles. Or the table. Or the dress Ari had changed into an hour ago just for him.

“You’re late,” she said quietly.

“Yeah, work went long. Investors from Hong Kong—” He paused mid-sentence, glancing at his phone buzzing in his hand. He replied to a message before continuing, “—needed a last-minute call.”

Ari swallowed. “Did you… forget what today is?”

Jungkook looked at her like she’d just asked him the square root of a color. “What?”

“Our anniversary.” Her voice cracked. “Three years.”

His jaw tightened. “Babe, you know how important this deal is. Why are you making this about—”

“Because it is about us!” she snapped, standing. “I’ve been sitting here for hours, Jungkook! I cooked, I waited, I—God, you didn’t even remember.”

“Ari—”

“No.” She grabbed her bag, shoving her phone inside. “Don’t follow me.”

And she was out the door before he could get another word in.

The night air was sharp, biting at her skin as she walked aimlessly down the block. Her hands shook as she fished for her phone, calling the one person she knew would always take her in.

“Lianne?” Her voice wavered.

“Oh my God, Ari? What’s wrong?”

“I… Can I crash at your place tonight? Please?”

“I’m not in town,” Lianne’s voice softened. “But my place is yours. Hoseok’s probably home, though. You know how he is — big softie. Just knock, he’ll let you in.”

Ari hesitated. Hoseok — Lianne’s fiancé — was nice, maybe too nice. Still, anywhere was better than walking back into that apartment.

Hoseok was in the kitchen when he heard the knock. He expected a food delivery, maybe a neighbor. But when he opened the door, Ari was standing there — eyes red, shoulders hunched.

“Ari?” His brows knit. “What happened?”

She forced a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Lianne said I could stay.”

He stepped aside immediately. “Of course. Come in.”

The warmth of the apartment hit her, along with the scent of something savory on the stove. Hoseok motioned toward the guest room, but when he saw her trembling hands, he stopped.

“Do you… want to talk about it?” he asked gently.

She shook her head, then sighed. “Maybe after a drink.”

The wine was meant to soothe, but after the second glass, Ari’s words started spilling. About Jungkook’s absence. His neglect. How she’d felt invisible for months. Hoseok listened really listened without glancing at his phone, without defending Jungkook, without changing the subject.

“I don’t know when I became… not enough,” she whispered.

“You are enough,” he said firmly. “He just forgot how lucky he is.”

The room felt smaller. Closer. Ari’s gaze lingered on his mouth a second too long. Her chest rose and fell, the ache in her heart blurring into something hotter, heavier.

He didn’t answer with words.

The first kiss was tentative  a test. But when neither of them pulled away, it deepened. Her glass hit the counter with a soft clink, and then she was on it, his hands gripping her thighs, pulling her closer.

“Hoseok…” You breathed out his name in a low, husky tone and Hoseok just reached up and placed his hand on your neck, tilting your head firmly so that you were looking to the side. You swallowed, as he held you firmly in place, nibbling down the soft skin on your neck. The feeling of his lips against your soft, sensitive skin had you letting out a shaky moan. Hoseok chuckled against your skin, a dark chuckle that had your thighs squeezing in arousal. He kept his hand on yourjaw, as his lips trailed up your neck and to the base of your ear, his deep voice sending rapidfire shivers throughout your entire body.  “You’re a mess for me already aren’t you?” He whispered in your ear. His voice, his fingers locked firmly against your jaw, had you nodding. You were all too aware of the way you were starting to throb in between your legs, your body yearned for him and you knew it, he even knew it. 

“God, yes,” You confessed, Hoseok chuckled again and leaned in with his lower body, pressing himself harder in between your legs. You could feel him- the stirring erection in his pants against your now throbbing pussy. He slowly began grinding against you, his hips moving rhythmically, and you swallowed. You had seen it in the park earlier, the way Hoseok could move, fluid and then sharp, and he was doing exactly that against you right now. 

He hummed again against your neck in satisfaction at hearing you whine each time he rolled his hips into you. “You’re a fucking mess,” He continued, punctuating his words with slow, purposeful thrusts of his hips into you. Your mind was a wild mess of thoughts  “Such a needy slut,” He continued, his voice dipping lustfully as he slowly nibbled down the stretch of your neck, pressing a hard kiss against your pulse point. Hoseok hadn’t done that before, kissed your neck. He kissed your neck with firm kisses, hungry touches, and you felt your hips buck slightly. 

“Hoseok..” You whimpered out his name desperately. Hoseok picked you up from your waist, lifting you and settling you onto the counter. You were so far gone into your arousal that you could barely think straight, your eyes locked on him as he approached you. 

“Hoseok, please,” You whimpered. “God you’re hot when you’re whining out my name like that,” Hoseok almost snarled out the words as he let his hand fall from your face. His long fingers gripped your thigh, pulling your legs in so that you were wrapped around him. Moving with a feverish urgency, you wrapped your legs around his waist and let out a softy strangled groan as he continued to slowly, tantalisingly rock his hips into you. 

“What, do you want me to beg for you?” You panted out, your voice shaky, as Hoseok glanced up at you. From this angle where you were sitting on top of the kitchen counter, you could see Hoseok’s face, the curves of his shoulders as he gripped your thighs. You felt your core start to slowly throb harder from seeing him stare at you, like you were meal he wanted to devour. His eyes were darkened with lust and he bit his lip slowly, and you realise that was exactly what he wanted. He wanted you to beg. You tensed your thighs and looked down at him, matching the intensity of his stare.  “Please Hoseok,” You lowered your voice and gazed at him, enjoying seeing the way his eyes flashed at your words. “I want you so badly, I’ll do anything, please… please give me your cock…” He let out a soft groan and ran his hand over your breasts, hungrily and desperately. He wasn’t delicate, or careful, but you didn’t want that, not now. You felt like your whole body was about to implode from lust and you wanted relief, hard, immediate relief. 

The feeling of his hands roughly running over your breasts and feeling of his hips thrusting into you was almost too much to bear. You reached behind you and grabbed at the hem of Hoseok’s shirt, tugging it off over his head. You let out a sigh seeing his bare chest, the muscles in his arms were tensed from his hands gripping your thighs and pulling you in tight to him. He glanced up and met your gaze, a smirk darting across his face.  

“What’s the matter, princess?” He said in a sarcastic tone, you met his gaze breathlessly. “You’re so fucking hot,” You admitted. Hoseok’s eyes widened a little in surprise at your answer, as a devilish smile spread across his face. “Is that so,” Hoseok murmured, as he tugged up at your shirt roughly so it was pulled up at the top of your chest. His hands found your breasts, squeezing them lustfully.  You let out a little cry at the feeling of his strong hands massaging you, as he leaned down and pulled at your bra cup, exposing your nipple. He let out a moan as he latched his lips over your nipple and sucked, his eyes locked at you. He hadn’t done this before with you and the feeling of his lips and tongue on your nipple, his hands around your breasts as his hard cock throbbed between your legs was insane. 

“Hoseok, fuck,” You gasped out, your legs bucking out slightly as he grabbed at your breasts harder, illiciting a loud moan from you. He pulled at the hem of your shirt aggressively, obediently, you held your arms straight above your head as he pulled it off in one smooth motion, andthen your bra, which fell to the floor. You were all too aware of the heavy thud between your legs, the wetness of your slit a heady reminder each time Hoseok grinded against you.

The stiffness of  his erection that strained against the fabric was pushing against your wetness, driving you to the absolute edge of your arousal. He leaned down and cupped your breasts, burying his face between them and biting down on the soft flesh of your breast teasingly before returning his attention to your nipple. He took it back in his mouth and you stared down at him, unable to hold back the loud moan the escaped your lips.  You tipped your head back, and he reached up, wrapping his fingers loosely around the base of your throat. Your voice hummed against the presence of his hand against your neck, you moaned out his name like you were praying, the urgency in your voice was that of a prayer. The pent up tension was getting to the point of almost unbearable urgency. Hoseok stepped away from where he was standing between your legs and tugged off your pants and your underwear aggressively, desperately. 

He unzipped his pants and stepped out of them in one smooth motion, leaving his pants and underwear on the floor. You sucked in your breath as you took in his body. He was lean and muscular, his abdomen taut, his chest heaving slightly with each breath. Your eyes fell on his strong thighs and his cock, which was hard and standing up straight, God he had a beautiful cock, long and thick, and you bit your lip, dragging your eyes up to his face. His hair had fallen in his eyes and he stared at you with the same cocky, confident expression that always seemed to light a fire deep in your core. 

“Put that pretty little hand on my cock,” He commanded, stepping closer to you. You immediately obliged, wrapping your fingers around his length. A small shudder went through your body as you pumped your hand up and down his cock, enjoying the way his eyes fluttered closed with each movement of your hand. 

You knew he was enjoying this, delaying fucking you, getting you soaking wet with desperatio. But you also knew by the way his eyes lingered on your breasts, and the way he licked his lips that he wouldn’t be able to hold out for much longer either. 

But still, you were desperate, and you decided two could play at this game, a desperate whine escaping your throat. 

 “Hoseok please… I want your cock,” You pleaded, Hoseok’s eyes darkened in lust at your words. 

“Spread those legs for me,” Hoseok snapped out, stepping away slightly and you obliged immediately, Hoseok just smirked. “Look at you. Your legs spread like a good dirty slut for me.” He said slowly, in a low, even voice as he stared at you.  You were so aroused you could feel it everywhere, all over your skin, in every cell of your body. “You have such a fucking great pussy…” Hoseok continued, his tone appreciative, his voice roughened in want. He stepped closer to you and put his fingers in between your legs, teasing the hood of your clit and making you hiss. Your legs twitched involuntarily and Hoseok reached up, locking his fingers around one of your thighs and staring up at you with a knowing smirk. 

Keeping his eyes on you, he continued to slowly tease your now swollen clit. The sensations were intense, and you felt like you were going to scream. Hoseok stopped teasing you, slowly inserting one long digit inside of you. He let out a little groan, feeling your wetness around him. 

“You’re soaking wet for me,” He murmured, before sliding another finger into you. You couldn’t help the cry that came out of your mouth, it felt like your pussy was keening for him and his touch. He was surprisingly slow, slicking those two fingers in and out of you at a steady rhythm. Your gaze darted down to your pussy, your breath caught in your throat seeing his long fingers pumping in and out of you.

“You like watching me fuck you with my fingers don’t you?” Hoseok teased, his voice coming out as a low, rough growl, as he used his thumb and ran it over your taint. You hissed in for breath desperately, feeling your body start to tremble. 

You felt a shiver run down your spine and you nodded. Hoseok pulled his two fingers out of you and sucked them clean, staring at you intently then entire time. He stepped towards you and lifted you off, your feet settling on the ground beneath you. And just when you were about to protest, he whirled you around and bent you over, so that your stomach was flat against the cold marbled counter top Instinctively, you reached out and grabbed the sides, steadying yourself, and realization crept in that you were moments away from getting what you so badly wanted and been deprived of from your boyfriend of 3 years, and the one who is fulfilling you is your best friends fiancee.

“Hoseok, I want you so badly,” You moaned out. “I need your cock. Please fuck me, please.” You couldn’t stop the begging from coming out of your mouth, the carnal desire you were harbouring was growing so intense that you were beginning to feel overwhelmed by it. It was almost as if you couldn’t see straight, all you could see was him, his name, his voice, and the heavy thud between your legs. 

Hoseok gripped your hips with his strong hands, running his palm roughly over your ass before he positioned his cock at your soaking wet slit. He was still teasing you, even now, and you let out a strangled, almost pained moan. “Good little needy slut,” Hoseok groaned, and slid himself inside of you. You felt your toes curl taking in his entire length, you let out a shaky moan at the release, at feeling your walls being stretched out. He thrust into you with hard and slow rocks of his hips as he eased himself inside of you, letting out soft groans of his own. 

“Your pussy feels amazing,” He grunted out, and gripped your hips harder. He started thrusting into you with no reservations, each thrust filled the kitchen with a loud slap of his hips against you, with the accompaniment of your loud, keening moans. You were filled with it, want, for him. All the teasing had pushed you to the point of an almost animal fierceness, you wanted Hoseok to fuck you, to slam his body against yours until you couldn’t think about anything but him. 

“Fuck me harder, please Hoseok,” You pleaded out, your voice coming out as a rough cry. Hoseok chuckled darkly and reached down, picking up your calves in his hands and positioning you so you were no longer touching the tiled floor with your feet, your ankles wrapped backwards around him. He gripped your hips and pumped into you hard and fast, almost using your body to fuck himself, and the feeling was immense, the trifecta of pleasure and release and satisfaction running through your body. 

“Yeah you like getting fucked like this?” He panted out, “From behind, bent over on my kitchen counter? God you’re dirty, fuck I fucking love it…” He accentuated his words by reaching down with one of his hands to squeeze your ass, letting out a loud groan. “How does your pussy feel this good?” He thrust into you harder, deeper, holding your hips in place. He was going so hard that you could feel it in your core and you moaned loudly in approval. 

Hoseok reached up and entangled his fingers in your hair, tugging so that your head tipped back, your moans getting louder. You were completely his like this, wrapped around his cock, getting fucked out by him, and the thought of that just turned you on even more. 

 “Fuck I’m close already,” Hoseok grunted. He pulled himself out of you and lifted you up again, propping you on the floor. He pulled your hair away from the nape of your neck, exposing it, before his lips were there, kissing, biting, nibbling. His hands roamed around to the front of you, his fingers playing with your nipples. 

You leaned your head back against him is shoulder, your eyes closed in arousal and bliss. “Hoseok,” You panted out. You turned and tugged on the back of his neck, sitting down on the ground and lying down. The concrete was cool and hard underneath your naked body but you didn’t care, you were too feverish with desire. Hoseoks lean body followed, he hovered above you, one eyebrow cocked. 

“On the floor?” He asked in a low voice, a smirk on his lips. You nodded frantically, you wanted to feel his body on top of yours, see the look on his face as he fucked you. “You’re such a dirty little bitch aren’t you,” He teased, his tongue darting out to lick his lips as he reached down and ran his fingers along your arms, pinning your wrists above your head. You let out a shaky gasp and Hoseok’s smirk just grew. 

“You look good like this,” he told you, slowly sliding his cock back inside of you. You let out a small moan at the feeling of it. 

“All mine.”

You nodded, moaning out his name. Your eyes fluttered open and you looked at him, his face his slightly sweaty hair falling into his eyes, the intensity in his face, the way his eyes pierced into yours. This is what you wantedhis stare, he stared at you like he wanted to devour you, and it turned you on so much you could hardly breathe. 

Hoseok started to grind his hips with each slam of his cock into you, reaching that same easy rhythm that he was grinding into you before. It was a tease, the perfect kind of tease- he was inside of you, deep against your walls, his cock arched up and hitting your g spot, and then he was pulling away, making you breathless and desperate… and then he was inside again. You could feel it, the hot flash of anticipation and pressure. 

“God… I’m going to… I’om going to…” You stammered wildly, Hoseok glanced at you, his jaw clenched slightly. 

“Good,” He growled. “Cum for me, cum around my dick like a good girl…” His husky voice had you toppling over the edge and your core tightened, the release flowing through your body like cool water. 

Your muscles tensed and you moaned out, Hoseok let go of your wrists and you were raking your hands down the broad canvas of his back, mewling out desperate soft moans, calling out his name as you rode out your orgasm. It was all you could think, his name, chanting in your mind and beneath your eyelids in the wake of the incredible orgasm, Hoseok, Hoseok, Hoseok. 

Hoseok slowed his thrusts into you, sighing in pleasure. “I love hearing you cum it’s so hot,” He panted out, his words were coming out rapidly, desperate and quick, and you knew that he was close. 

“Saying my name like that while you cum around my dick, fuck…” He thrust into you harder, faster. “I’m gonna cum soon…” Hoseok told you. You were still high from your orgasm, so high, and you smiled at him blissfully.

“Fuck!” Hoseok exclaimed, his milky seed shot out of his cock, Hoseok let it a long moan as he fell forward, his body collapsing beside yours ,his body twitching and trembling from his orgasm. 

“God…” He groaned, hoisting himself up onto his arms. He gazed over at you, the ropes of his cum on your face, and let out another moan. “Jesus fucking Christ look at you,” He murmured weakly, a smile on his face as he forced himself upright. 

“Fuck, wow,” He muttered, swaying a little as he went into one of the closet in his house. He was back in a few moments with a towel, he bent beside you, his thighs quivering from exertion as he carefully cleaned up your face, dabbing at you with a gentleness that surprised you. 

For one night, Ari wasn’t lonely. For one night, Hoseok wasn’t the man waiting for someone else to come home.

And somewhere in the city, Jungkook was still oblivious.

Ari woke to the unfamiliar weight of silence. Not Jungkook’s steady breathing beside her. Not the low hum of his phone notifications at 3 a.m.

Instead Hoseok’s bedroom ceiling. The faint scent of his cologne clinging to the sheets.

For a fleeting second, she let herself close her eyes again, pretending nothing had happened. But the sting of memory returned — the wine, the kiss, the heat between them.

She sat up quickly. “God…”

From the kitchen, she heard the soft clink of ceramic. Hoseok was up. When she stepped out, he was leaning against the counter in a T-shirt and sweats, coffee in hand. The same easy smile, but his eyes gave him away — they’d barely slept.

“Morning,” he said carefully, like the word might shatter.

Ari hugged herself. “I… shouldn’t have—”

“I know.” He cut her off gently. “We were both hurting. It happened. But it ends here.”

She nodded, but the guilt already felt like a living thing in her chest. By the time she’d showered and dressed, Hoseok had called her a cab back to her place. Neither of them saw the figure across the street — a neighbor, phone in hand, pausing just long enough to snap a blurry photo through the drizzle: Ari stepping out of Hoseok’s building at 7:42 a.m., hair still damp, Hoseok watching from the doorway.

Three days later…

Jungkook hadn’t brought up their fight. If anything, he was softer as though he knew he’d crossed a line.

“I booked us dinner Friday,” he said one night over takeout. “No phones. Just us.”

Ari smiled faintly, relief mixed with unease. “That sounds nice.”

But every time his hand brushed hers, she felt the ghost of another touch.Lianne’s flight landed earlier than planned. She dragged her suitcase into the apartment, calling out, “Hobi? I’m back!”

He emerged from the studio room, heart skipping. “You’re home early.”

“Storm hit Jeju, flights got shuffled,” she said, dropping her bag. “God, I missed you.”

Her hug was tight, warm, familiar — and all he could think about was Ari’s lips. That night, as Lianne scrolled through her phone, she said casually, “Ari texted me she stayed here while I was gone. Thanks for taking care of her.”

“Of course,” Hoseok replied, keeping his eyes on the TV. “She seemed… upset.”

Lianne frowned. “About what?”

He shrugged. “Didn’t say.”

At brunch that weekend, the four of them met Lianne and Hoseok, Jungkook and Ari.

It should have been normal. But Hoseok’s gaze lingered a second too long when Ari laughed at something. Ari’s fingers trembled slightly when she lifted her glass.

Lianne noticed. She didn’t say anything, but her eyes flicked between them once, twice. Filing it away. Somewhere in the city, a woman sat in a dim café, scrolling her gallery. She paused on a certain photo: Ari stepping out of Hoseok’s building in the early morning, hair damp, his shadow in the doorway.

She smiled slowly. This would be useful.Two weeks passed. Ari avoided Hoseok, and Hoseok buried himself in work with Jungkook. On paper, nothing had changed. Until one late night at the office, Jungkook glanced up from his laptop. “Hey, I heard Ari stayed with you while Lianne was gone.” Hoseok’s pen stilled. “Yeah. She needed a place.”

“She didn’t say why.” Jungkook’s tone was light, but there was something probing underneath.

Hoseok forced a smile. “Couple’s fight, I guess. You know how it is.”

Jungkook chuckled. “Yeah… guess so.”

But later, as Jungkook drove home, the thought lodged itself in his mind: Why didn’t Ari tell me herself?

And that night, Ari found an envelope slid under her door. No name. Inside was a single photo grainy, but unmistakable.

Her. Hoseok’s building. Early morning.

Her stomach dropped. Ari’s fingers trembled as she held the grainy photograph. Her mind spun through every worst-case scenario, her heart pounding loud enough to drown out the sound of traffic outside.

She shoved the photo back into the envelope, half expecting it to vanish if she looked away. But it didn’t. It stayed. Proof. Evidence. A weapon.

Her phone buzzed.

Unknown number:

We should talk.

A second later, another message:

You and Hoseok. Tonight. Rooftop bar on Sixth. 8 p.m.

Her throat went dry. She didn’t reply.

Across the city, Hoseok sat in a meeting with Jungkook, running through quarterly projections. On the surface, everything was normal. But his mind wasn’t on numbers  it was on the text Ari had sent him an hour ago:

A photo. Someone knows.

His pen tapped restlessly against the table.

“You good?” Jungkook asked without looking up.

“Yeah. Just tired.” Hoseok forced his tone casual.

Jungkook hummed in response, but his eyes narrowed slightly. That was the second time this week Hoseok had been… off.

8:00 p.m.

The rooftop bar was quiet, the wind sharp enough to carry away small talk. Ari sat at a corner table, arms crossed, scanning the entrance until she saw her.

The woman from the café. Short hair, a leather jacket, a slow, knowing smile.

“I’m not here to hurt you,” the woman said, sliding into the seat. “Unless you make me.”

Ari swallowed. “What do you want?”

“Oh, nothing too dramatic. I just think… secrets like yours shouldn’t be wasted.” The woman leaned forward. “You and Hoseok look good together. Shame if someone else saw.”

Ari’s voice dropped to a whisper. “How much?”

The woman’s smile widened. “I’ll let you know when I need something. Consider this… an open tab.”

That same night, Lianne was on the couch, scrolling through her messages, when she noticed Ari had viewed one of her Instagram stories at exactly the same time she was supposedly home with Jungkook.

And Hoseok? He hadn’t answered her last two texts, claiming he was “wrapping things up” at the office.

A flicker of doubt settled in her chest.

Two days later, Jungkook and Hoseok were in the company parking garage after a late meeting.

“You know,” Jungkook began casually, “Ari’s been… weird lately. Jumpy.”

Hoseok gave a careful shrug. “Maybe she’s still mad about your fight.”

“Maybe.” Jungkook leaned against his car, studying him. “Funny thing though she never told me she stayed with you. Found that out from Lianne.”

Hoseok’s grip tightened on his briefcase. “Guess she didn’t think it mattered.”And By the end of the week, Ari had received two more messages from the blackmailer. Small, almost insignificant demands sending a confidential company file, “accidentally” tipping off a reporter about a competitor.

She complied. Each time, her chest tightened, knowing she was digging a deeper hole.

She didn’t tell Hoseok. She didn’t dare. Lianne came home early from a shoot, keys in hand, expecting to find Hoseok alone. Instead, she found Ari in the kitchen sleeves rolled up, rinsing a mug.

“I thought you were with Jungkook tonight,” Lianne said slowly.

Ari froze. “He’s working late.”

“Ah.” Lianne’s eyes swept the apartment, her voice deceptively light. “Funny how you always seem to drop by when I’m not here.”

Before Ari could answer, Hoseok stepped out of the hallway, his smile too quick, too smooth.

The silence between the three of them stretched like a live wire.

And within That night, Jungkook was lying in bed scrolling through his phone when a notification popped up — a news tip in his inbox from an anonymous source. It was a blurry photo.

Ari. Hoseok’s building. Early morning.

His stomach dropped.

Jungkook sat in his car outside Hoseok’s building for a full minute before getting out. The photo on his phone was still burned into his brain — Ari, stepping out of here like she belonged.

His jaw tightened as he took the elevator up. The doors slid open, revealing the hallway to Hoseok’s apartment. He didn’t knock. He just walked in.

Ari was at the counter, sipping tea. Her eyes widened when she saw him. “Jungkook—what are you—”

“Cut the crap,” he snapped, holding up his phone. “What the hell is this?”

Hoseok, who had been in the living room, stood slowly. “What’s going on?”

Jungkook’s gaze flicked to him, dark and dangerous. “You tell me. My girlfriend… leaving your building early in the morning. Why?”

Ari’s hand tightened around her mug. “It’s not—”

“Don’t lie to me!” Jungkook’s voice cracked, raw with betrayal. “I knew something was off. The late nights. The way you avoid talking about anything real—was it him?!” He jabbed a finger toward Hoseok.

“Ari,” Hoseok said quietly, “don’t—”

“Don’t what?” Jungkook barked. “Don’t tell me? Or don’t tell her?”

The front door swung open. Lianne stepped inside, grocery bags in hand, freezing at the sight of them. “What’s happening?”

No one answered. Not right away.

“Lianne,” Jungkook said, voice shaking with fury, “you should ask your fiancé why my girlfriend was sneaking out of his building before sunrise.”

Lianne’s gaze snapped to Hoseok, searching his face for a denial. His silence was the only answer she needed.

Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Tell me it isn’t true.”

Hoseok’s mouth opened, then closed. His shoulders sagged.

Lianne let out a hollow laugh — the sound of something breaking. Then, in a flash, she turned to Ari.

“You—” Her voice cracked before she could finish. The grocery bag slipped from her hand, apples rolling across the floor. And then she slapped Ari across the face, hard enough that the sound echoed in the apartment.

Ari gasped, one hand flying to her cheek, but didn’t fight back.

“You were my best friend,” Lianne’s voice shook with rage and grief. “I trusted you. I defended you. And this is what you do to me?”

Ari’s eyes brimmed with tears. “I—”

“Don’t you dare,” Lianne cut her off. “Don’t you dare try to explain this to me.”

The tension in the room was thick enough to choke on. And then Jungkook moved.

Without warning, he closed the distance between himself and Hoseok and drove his fist hard into his jaw.

Hoseok stumbled back, nearly hitting the wall. “Jungkook—”

“You slept with my fucking girlfriend, Hyung!,” Jungkook spat, his voice low and shaking with rage. “My girlfriend. My family was supposed to be safe with you.”

Hoseok touched his split lip, his eyes dark. “I didn’t mean—”

“You did,” Jungkook cut in. “You both did.”

The room crackled with fury — Ari’s tear-streaked face, Lianne’s shaking hands, Hoseok’s clenched jaw, Jungkook’s heaving chest — all of it seconds away from another explosion.

“It wasn’t planned,” Hoseok said, his voice rough. “We were both—”

“Both what? Lonely? Drunk? Don’t feed me that bullshit!” Jungkook’s hands curled into fists.

Ari finally spoke, her voice trembling. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?” Lianne’s words were like knives. “You betrayed me. You both did.”

And then — a buzz. All four of their phones lit up at once.

Unknown number:

Since we’re all finally in the same room… enjoy the show.

Seconds later, their phones dinged again — a link.

Jungkook clicked it without thinking. His screen filled with security footage. Ari and Hoseok in the kitchen, wine glasses on the counter. A kiss. Then more.

The air was sucked out of the room.

“You recorded this?” Ari’s voice cracked, eyes darting between them.

“I didn’t—” Hoseok began.

“It wasn’t me,” Jungkook growled. “Who the hell—”

No one moved. The four of them stood there, the only sounds the hum of the fridge and the faint traffic outside.

And in that moment, each of them realized the same truth: This wasn’t over.

It had only just started.

The living room still smelled of betrayal after the confrontation. A broken wine glass lay in the corner, red staining the carpet like a wound. Lianne’s hand still stung from the slap she’d landed on Ari. Jungkook’s knuckles throbbed from punching Hoseok.

No one had spoken in what felt like an eternity.

The buzzing of Ari’s phone cut through the silence. She reached for it, but Jungkook snatched it first. His eyes scanned the screen, brow furrowing.

A single text. UNKNOWN: It’s been fun watching you squirm. Now it’s time to pay. 50 million won, or the footage goes online.

Hoseok’s head snapped up. “What footage?”

Ari’s stomach turned cold. She didn’t have to ask. She knew. The kitchen counter. The bedroom. That night.

Lianne’s eyes darted between them. “You recorded yourselves?”

“No!” Ari’s voice cracked. “We didn’t know—”

“That’s not the point,” Jungkook barked, tossing the phone onto the coffee table. “Someone has it. Someone saw you. And now they’re going to ruin us.”

By the next morning, the fallout had already begun.

Jungkook was gone. His clothes, his laptop, his toothbrush—packed up without a word. Ari found his apartment key left on the dining table with a single note: We’re done, Don’t call me.

Lianne didn’t even wait until sunrise. She took her engagement ring off and left it in Hoseok’s palm, cold metal biting into his skin. “I can’t marry a man who looks at my best friend like that.”

The door slammed, and the apartment felt cavernous, as if the walls themselves recoiled from him.

Two days later, Hoseok and Ari sat across from each other in the dim light of the kitchen—where it had all started. Neither could eat.

“This can’t get out,” Hoseok said quietly, his voice hoarse. “If it does, it’s not just our lives—it’s the company. Jungkook’s career. Lianne’s reputation. Mine.”

Ari stared at the blackmailer’s text on her phone, her thumb hovering over the reply button. “What if we pay them?” she whispered.

He shook his head. “Once you pay once, they own you forever.”

The air between them was thick. Not with longing, not anymore—but with the shared knowledge that one wrong move would destroy them both.

The final message came at 11:47 p.m. that night.

UNKNOWN: Clock’s ticking. By tomorrow, everyone will know.

Ari’s breath caught. She looked at Hoseok. His jaw was tight, his eyes cold.

“What do we do?” she asked.

He didn’t answer. Not right away. Instead, he picked up his phone, scrolling to a number Ari didn’t recognize. He hesitated for just a second—then pressed call.

Author’s Note: Apologies for the delay but here is the second part. It is written more from Taehyung’s pov.

Angst

Warnings: Mentions of cheating 

Read part 1, here

I am searching for a one shot that I was reading some time ago. Eren is in a relationship with Jean and he wanted to surprise him at the restaurant (?) he is working in. I think Levi was the owner of this restaurant. Levi told him that Jean hat an affair with Marco and was cheating on him. In the end Eren got together with Levi. That’s all I remember. Hope you can help me! Thanks in advance

Here’s your fic, Anon~ 

Call Out My Name by skullstrings

(Rated E, 4,580 words, oneshot, complete)