#jae jun

your beauty leaving him speechless.

he's seen beauty, yet yours left a tension igniting in his chest.

jae-jun was instantly whipped.

the business owner's eyes follow you across rooms at each event.

jaejun spoiled you relentlessly once he had you.

he gave you cash for shopping sprees.

he gifted you designer bags or delicate jewelry.

“only the best for my princess,”

he always said this with a smirk that hid his obsession.

jaejun's parents passed long ago.

however, he often said that they’d have loved you, your grace and charm the “perfect qualities” to carry on the jeon name.

it is a legacy he held in high regard.

physical touch was his obsession since it shows the ultimate claim.

his hands were always on you.

a possessive grip on your waist, fingers brushing your neck, hands on the back of your neck, or pulling you close in private.

at least once a night, he was on top of you.

jaejun is experience, and his touch was consuming you.

he left no doubt that you were his in every way.

jaejun's breath was always heavy with whispered claims of ownership.

jae-jun’s temper flared easily.

you had a knack for calming him.

your soft younger voice or gentle touch soothed his rage like nothing else could.

he’d snap at others, his eyes dark with ange.

when you laid a hand on his arm or murmured his name, he’d soften/

you were his, undeniably.

jaejun would (almost) growl it in private, his hands possessive, his gaze territorial, marking you as his territory in every way but words.

he might deny he’s yours, scoffing at the idea of being tamed, saying, “i don’t belong to anyone,”

everyone thought he was full of shit.

the way he watched you and the way he’d drop everything for you.

jaejun's workers noticed how he’d cancel plans if you called.

how his mood lifted when you walked into a room, his usual arrogance always melted into something almost vulnerable.

you knew he was yours, despite his denials.

the way he’d seek you out after a fight, collapsing into your arms, or how he’d mutter your name in his sleep, betrayed his heart.

the whispers about your relationship with your father’s friend didn’t faze you.

jaejun was perfect (in your eyes lol)

you knew he was yours, just as much as you were his, no matter what he claimed.

She first approached you on a cold, winter night. It had been a few months since your first wedding anniversary with Jae Jun.

She told you her name, Moon Dong Eun. She also said she had some proof that your husband had been cheating behind your back. Then, she left without another word. Without giving you the answers you needed. You had had the sudden urgency to defend him in the moment, but she had not given you enough time.

If you were being honest, you did not know enough about your husband to deny those claims or not. Yes, you had been married for a little over a year, but it was simply a marriage of convenience. And although it was originally not supposed to be much more than a transactional marriage, making the other look good, Jae Jun had been an amazing husband.

He had been the most loving person in your life. He had been very considerate on your wedding night, reassuring you he wouldn’t try anything you didn’t consent to. After that, he never brought anything like that up again. You were the one who approached him the first time, and he was more than happy to satisfy your needs. He bought you flowers every day, made you breakfast before leaving… he was the perfect husband.

At first you were reluctant about him, hearing from his friends that he was violent and controlling. You had even been on the verge of cancelling the wedding in spite of everything.

The only reason you walked down that altar and said the words “I do,” loud and clear was a promise. A heartfelt promise from his lips.

“I will treat you like a princess. I will honor and respect you as my wife. If you want to live in separate houses, that’s fine. If you want to sleep in separate rooms and only talk to me when strictly necessary that is fine. The only thing I need is one chance. And if you give it to me, I swear you won’t regret it.”

Yes, you had at first felt weird at the idea of him begging like that. He was a young, handsome, and rich bachelor, he could have any woman he wanted.

But looking back now, it all made sense. His insistence on getting married at the same place as her, same date, same caterers, similar looking cake, making sure her and her family would sit in the very first row, honey moon at the same location as her and her husband.

Of course, her smug smirk as she “accidentally” dropped a whole glass of red wine on your wedding dress. She never once apologized, yet Jae Jun asked you to let it go.

It was all falling into place now, he didn’t marry you because he wanted you. He married you because you because he needed to be married to make her jealous. And you fell right into the slot he needed to fill to have her wrapped around his pinky.

You had to stop thinking of this, you decided as you wiped a few tears away. Leaving the restaurant you and Moon Dong Eun had met at, you made your way home as quickly as possible. You needed to be there when he arrived. To confront him. You needed to stop thinking and start taking action.

When Jae Jun arrived home, he immediately called out to you. After not receiving a reply, he entered the bedroom. There you were, sitting on the edge of the bed, still thinking over those words.

“He’s cheating on you. You know who she is.” Your mind keeps flashing back to that moment. The photos. The video of them stepping out of the fitting room at his store, hair messed up and fixing their clothes.

“Y/n?” His voice close to you brings you back. “What’s wrong, honey?” You turn to look at him and he instantly hands you the flowers. You stare at them, not too thrilled at the idea of receiving flowers from a cheater.

“Are you tired?” He asks, caressing your face. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, giving you a sweet look. You don’t answer.

“Alright honey. You do look tired. Lay down to rest. Did you have a filling dinner?” He continues, lifting the covers of the bed and ushering you under them. You comply, not wanting to say much. You only nod.

“Okay. Well, I’m gonna put these in a vase and get ready for bed. You go to sleep, honey.” He sets a sweet kiss on your forehead, “I promise I won’t make much noise when I come back.”

He walks away and turns off the lights before you speak.

“Jae Jun?”

“Mmh?” He turns, looking back at you with the uttermost attention.

You aren’t sure how to start confronting him so you simply ask one question.

“Who is Moon Dong Eun?” His face contorts into that of someone who is horrified but genuinely shocked. An expression you had never seem from him.

It confirmed your suspicions. And her words.

He turns the lights back on, coming back to your side of the bed. You sit up, hoping for clarification. Still in his sweet voice, he asks. “Where did you hear that name?”

You had to be honest— that was the only way you could get anywhere in this conversation.

“She told me you were cheating on me.”

He splutters incoherent words out, but you lift your hand as a signal for him to stop. He obeys.

“If you liked Yeonjin, you could’ve just said that. There was no need to make me feel special.” A long, silent pause comes between you as he doesn’t deny the allegations.

“I’m filing for a divorce.” You add.

He tries to defend himself, but falls short and stops altogether. “I’m sorry. I really am. Yeonjin and I, we—.”

“I don’t want to hear it.” You add. “And I don’t want to see you again. So if you could please sleep elsewhere tonight. Or would you rather I—”

“No.” He stops you. “You’re already comfortable. Let’s talk about this tomorrow, after we both get some rest.”