#exoonearewe

"...You may now kiss the bride." The priest smiles. Jackson pulls you into him before dipping you slightly to plant a kiss on your tender, plump lips. A blush spreads across your cheeks as the guests cheer for your love. 

A love you wish you truly had. Not a love that was forced for the cameras.

You and Jackson had initially begun dating for the buzz, so you could get people to talk about you and him, to make sure they were talking about your newest upcoming TV series and his music, and the group he was in, expanding both of your fan bases if you will. 

And that's exactly what it did, but it also went further than that. People fell in love with your love. The way Jackson looked at you was what women and girls yearned for, the way he treated you in public was what they gossiped to their friends about. The way he protected you, always watching to make sure you were safe had all the girls falling all over him, fantasizing about him. 

While you didn't need to do much, you had a solid male fan base but since being with Jackson your female base increased quite a bit, which is what you needed. You needed to be a role model, a positive woman that young girls could look up too. At least that's what your manager and publicist wanted, but not you. You wanted real love. 

You wanted to live your life your way, being happy but then another part of you gets a twisted pleasure from pleasing other people, making everyone around you happy even if you're not. Which is why you sat in the kitchen of your shared home with Jackson, drinking your fifth glass of wine. 

Quite often you avoided going to bed with Jackson. Mainly you just felt overly guilty for staying with him because you weren't in this relationship completely, so you stayed up, avoiding the guilt while you laid beside him, but also, you preferred going to bed in slience, where he enjoyed talking and cuddling, especially after sex, whenever he was in the mood.

It had now been two years of this marriage and you had hoped by now you would be madly in love with him, regretting ever thinking this wouldn't work. But you sat there knowing this would be the greatest regret of your life and you couldn't do anything about it. You couldn't leave him, you'd end up being the most hated woman, the woman who destroyed the perfect marriage, with the perfect man. 

At least from what they saw he was perfect, from what you saw he was far from it. He often took his frustrations out on you, yelling at you until the veins in his neck popped out, and his face became red, pieces of spit flying from his mouth while you sat there with your head down wondering why you put up with this. He never put his hands on you, just yelled, not that it made it much better. You knew he was stressed out, but that's no excuse. 

And then you get that woman, the one who approaches you while you're walking down the street and she tells you how inspirational your relationship is and how she can't wait to find a man just like that. A love just like yours. And you remember, you give hope to these women that a relationship like that is possible but at what cost? You're lying to her, not fully but enough. You're lying to everyone. Marriage, It's not perfect but really what marriage is? 

You were confused. Should you continue to live unhappily for the happiness of thousands, or make thousands sad for your own happiness. There's no way you can win.

“Are you coming to bed?” Jackon asks, peeking around the corner into the kitchen, 

“Yeah” You smile, finishing the rest of your wine before leaving your glass empty on the table, following Jackson to the bedroom. 

“You're so distant lately.” He yawns, crawling into bed with you before pulling you close. 

"A lot on my mind." You whisper, snuggling into him. You cared for Jackson, you did but you didn't love him like you were supposed too and you couldn't force that. However, when it came time to fuck, you were always ready for that, hoping this time would be better than the last, craving that good orgasm. You found Jackson extremely attractive, his face, and his body. He was exactly your type for a fuck buddy, so thats what you referred to him as, in your own mind of course. There was only one problem with the sex you had with Jackson.

He was selfish. 

"I can help with that." He groans, tilting your head up towards his, leaning down to press his lips to yours.

Jackson is quick, usually not wanting to waste time. He continues to deepen the kiss, pulling your body on top of his. He tugs at the bottom of your shirt, telling you to take it off. You break the kiss, sitting up on top of him to tug off your shirt. Your breasts perk up as the cold air hits them, hardening your nipples. Jackson cups your breast leaning forward to bring it to his mouth, wrapping it around your nipple, sucking hard. You throw your head back, grinding yourself on his hardening cock. 

“Please” you cry, rubbing your pussy over him. 

Jackson sits up, turning you over so he's now hovering over you. He hooks his fingers unto your panties, dragging them down your legs, tossing them somewhere in your shared bedroom before taking off his own boxers. 

He maintains eye contact as he lines himself up with your wet, throbbing pussy, sliding his cock inside, stretching you out. He picks up his pace awfully quickly, thrusting in and out of you, needing to find his own release, not worrying about yours. 

You place your fingers between your legs, rubbing your clit, desperately seeking your own high before him but that's never the case. 

"It's a quick one." He grunts, pulling himself out of you, pumping his cock until he cums all over your stomach, sighing in relief while you lay there disappointed, again while he grabs his cum towel to clean you off. 

Jackson gives you a small peck, and a half smile before he rolls over, satisfied enough to go to bed while you lay there still horny. 

** 

 Over the next few weeks Jackson's schedule became increasingly more busy, having more things packed into his day now that a comeback was around the corner, which left you at home, alone far too often. 

The production for your newest show had been put on hold due to your costar becoming sick with something that was putting him out of work for longer than a month, leaving you projectless and acting like a bored housewife. 

Sure, you had friends but most of them were already busy living their own happy lives, either working or being actually happy in their marriages. You haven't told anyone your thoughts before because no one would understand. Everyone would judge you but until they lived in your shoes, they had no idea what it was like to live your life. 

**

"Are you sure you're okay?" Jackson asks one of the rare nights that he was actually home. "You seem upset." He says. 

You were honestly surprised he even noticed. 

"I guess I'm just bored." You say, shrugging your shoulders. "With 'Affair To Remember' on hold, I don't have anything to do." You sigh. 

"Well this might put you in a happy mood." Jackson smiles, sliding two tickets across the table. 

"Whats this?" you ask, picking it up..

"The annual kpop party." Jackson laughs. Last year you had been unable to go and now you finally had time. "Would you be my date?" He asks. 

"Of course!" You smile, getting up to give him a big hug. 

You couldn't wait. 

This party was the party of the year. All the major kpop groups went and mingled, drank and just all around had an amazing time. Now you finally got to go. 

** 

It was 7pm, the night of the party and you were finishing up a few last minute touches to your look before you and Jackson left. You put on your earring and your necklace before checking yourself out in the mirror. 

You looked amazing. You had on a tight, form fitting black dress with a long slit up your thigh, paired with a bright pair of red pumps, with a smokey eye and red lips. 

You slowly and gracefully made your way down the stairs, being greeted by Jackson who had a large smile on his face. 

"You look beautiful." He smiles, holding out an arm for you. 

You take it, heading out the front door where paparazzi and your car are waiting for you. 

** 

Arriving at the party, Jackson abandons you almost immediately after arriving, telling you he had to go say hello to a few people. You managed to find the bar, ordering yourself a wine, filled to the top while you scanned the room. Most of the attendees you only knew of, there were a few you were friends with. 

Your eyes happened to land on one man in particular.  Byun Baekhyun. The man you'd let do anything to you if you could. The man you dream about when Jackson fucks you. You just know he would fuck you right. 

The rest of Got7 came to you to keep you company for a bit, Bambam hyping you up as usual. 

An hour later, Jinyoung scanned the room only to look at you with a sad face, mouthing an apology. You look over to where he was and you see Jackson with his hand around a girl's waist, leaning in close to her. You acted like it fazed you a bit; but it really didn't. You knew je loved you too much to actually do anything. You continued staring, looking hurt until Jackson noticed you and then it was time for a bit of a show. 

You wipe away a pretend tear, keeping up appearances of a hurt wife, you storm up the stairs, running towards the bathrooms while Jackson chases you, grabbing onto your wrist. 

"We were talking." He growls into your ear. 

"Looked like more than that." You snap, yanking your wrist away. 

"Ayn! Don't make a scene." He snaps. 

"Too late." You cry, running away from him. You were a great actress. Even Jackson believed you were mad.  But in reality, you were playing a part. 

** 

"Quite the show." You hear from behind you as you leave the bathroom. 

"Ah yes, well you know. Marriage." You say, turning around to see Byun Baekhyun of EXO. 

"You mean a fake marriage?" He asks. 

"What?" You ask, shocked. No one had ever figured it out before. 

"The way you were eyeing me up earlier. You looked like you wanted to jump me right there. I can't imagine a real happy marriage would be like that." He says. 

"You saw that?" You ask, horrified. 

Baekhyun walks closer to you. 

"I did. And I liked it." He whispered into your ear, pressing his body against your before walking away. 

Your stomach dropped as your panties soaked, the image of Baekhyun saying that to you running through your head.