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illicit intentions-pt.1 ■ jjk

⇴ Genre: two shot pt. 1, fluff, slight smut,18+M ⇴ Pairing: Jungkook X Reader X Yoongi ⇴ Word count: 10.3+ k ⇴ Warnings: dub-con,dirty talk, infidelity, pining SO MUCH PINING, mentions of alcohol, allusions to infertility, noona kink, phone sex? sorta?, deception, masturbation (male.female), (future smut) ⇴ Synopsis: Just when your life was settled and things seemed to be falling into place, doubt starts to creep in. ⇴ A/N: This is part one of a two shot epilogue. In order to understand this “two shot” you need to read the original series from the start Illicit photography

*Important*: I have been so honored to work with @sweetbunnykook! Her collaboration has driven us to madness and this is only the beginning of what we in store for this fic. Stay tuned for part two. She’s a genius and I love her so much for writing with me! <3

pt. 1 - pt. 2 - pt. 3 - pt.4 - pt.5 - pt. 6 - pt.7 - pt.8 - pt. 9 - final

EPILOGUE 1&2

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“That doesn’t look right...there’s just something missing.” Turning the camera angle, you snap a few more shots, looking for the perfect framing, but it just doesn’t happen. Flustered, you blow your hair out of your eyes and sneak a peek at Yoongi who’s lying on the picnic blanket spread across the green grass. His eyes are closed as he basks in the sunlight, while you’re frustrated without a picture.

It was supposed to be a day of relaxation away from the pressures of work and deadlines, but somehow you always managed to make it stressful.

“Baby, come here. You should be resting...doctor’s orders.” You scrunch your nose at your husband who is now nose deep into the fruit bowl you cut up just for this picnic. He always had the answer and solution, while you always had the problem. It wasn’t supposed to be a day for working, but here you were trying to rush the deadline again. To top it off, you had also rented a mini studio so that you could do commissions from time to time as a side hobby. You were just naturally a worker, while Yoongi was naturally a rester.

He worked just as hard, but for whatever reason, he managed to take things in stride. “I know what the doctor said, but he isn’t the one with customers waiting for their portraits and commissions.” Yoongi laughs at your tone. Ever since you started hormone therapy, you’d become touchy. Neither of you were to blame as both of you were healthy and fertile. Like any normal married couple, you should have been pregnant by now, but you weren’t. Naturally you blamed yourself; in honesty, the way you ran around in life, your body was too exhausted to procreate. “Hey now. Baby...just relax. Didn’t we plan this time so that we could relax and let go of work. You’re on summer break. Enjoy it.”

His tone was sweet and patient, but it was starting to get on your nerves. Why did he always have an answer for everything? It’s not like you didn’t already know what he was telling you.

“I’m trying. I just have to get these done and then I’ll rest.” Yoongi just snorts and goes back to napping. He knew you were too stubborn to quit. “Alright, baby. I’ll be here.”

An hour later, Yoongi was snoring while you worked on tearing through several rolls of film. “Maybe one of these will be perfect.” you hum to yourself.

Packing up your things, you realize the sun is starting to go down, and you haven't even spent any time with Yoongi at all. Guilt pulls at your heartstrings. He’s been trying so hard to please you and be there for you, but you were being a jerk.

“These damned hormones…..” Moving back down to the blanket, you bend over to kiss him sweetly on the nose. He stirs a bit and you bite back a smirk at how cute he was. The wind picks up slightly, raising up a few strands of his blond hair. He colored it just for you because you mentioned how it would look nice on him. It turns out you weren’t wrong. Moving your lips down to his own, you peck him tenderly causing him to snap his eyes open.

“Hey...:”

“Hey, yourself. You ready to go home?”

“Mmmhmm.”

Yoongi helps you pack everything quickly and you kind of wish you hadn't been so caught up with your projects. He would never openly blame you, he was too good for that, but you were the reason you couldn’t get pregnant. Whenever you both planned time off, or even tried to track ovulation, you always managed to sabotage it. Yoongi consistently supported you and never once complained, but you knew he wasn’t happy. He wanted a baby with you so much, but sometimes you wonder whether or not you wanted a baby at all. All of the hard work and planning just placed a lot of pressure on you--pressure you didn’t want.

Even if you had your reasons, all of this only lent to the terminal feeling that you were keeping him from the chance he deserved. There was no doubt in your mind that he would be an amazing father, but you weren’t ready to be a mother. It would be easy to explain it to him, tell him how you felt, but his heart was already set on the matter. Telling him would only cause problems that you weren’t ready to face, and you being the coward you are didn’t dare bring it up.

Finally getting home, you unpack everything, making sure to put it all in its place. You don’t really remember when you started being such a neat freak, but you had an idea.

Jungkook…

For whatever reason your thoughts turn to him. Shaking your head, you try to pull yourself together. The last time you saw him, he seemed happy and confident—his life seemed put together. Everything was perfect the way it was, so you didn’t need to be reminiscing about the past.

“Chinese or Indian?” Yoongi’s voice draws you out of your thoughts and guilt eats your heart raw. If he were able to read your thoughts at that exact moment, you’d be in trouble. It’s been such a long time since everything went down, and Yoongi has been nothing but amazing. Although he had been a victim of Jungkook’s malice, he had not once let you take the blame for what happened. If it weren’t for him, you would never have fully recovered. There was nothing to regret in regards to marrying him. He loved you the entire time even though your heart was elsewhere. For the last five years he loved you. The natural course was to marry him.

“Chinese is good.”

As he ordered the food on the phone, you watched him carefully. He truly is the angel that came down to swoop you up when you were in dire need of saving, though sometimes other thoughts made their way into your mind. It’s been a year and a few months of wedded bliss, yet you still felt like something was missing. Yoongi did his best to bring you happiness, and he was always well aware of your mood. But even with all of that, you treated him unfairly. You hated how stubborn you were; your mind unable to rest, unable to stop thinking, stop wondering, stop hoping for something, anything, to keep you grounded.

“It’ll be here in fifteen. Everything alright?” He comes closer, already sensing your change in demeanor.

“Yeah, just hungry.” The way you lie to him so easily makes your stomach twist. He really deserved better, and that alone made you hate yourself even more.

That night you go to bed early. Yoongi stayed up working on some music, while you sulked in bed. Why couldn’t you be happy? He was your friend, your lover, your savior; there for you through it all, yet you were completely selfish. You were supposed to want what he wanted, be the happy bride, live happily ever after, but your heart couldn’t settle into the idea. Many months back when the whole idea of having a baby came to be, you were both excited and ready, but now it just seemed like a terrible notion. It’s not that you never wanted to have a child, it was always your dream. You just didn’t want it to be the reason you stayed with Yoongi.

Using a child to keep your marriage happy and together was not your idea of love. You didn’t want to complain, you really had no reason for it. Yoongi was kind, gentle, patient, and loving—everything you could ever ask for, but the whole baby thing was just building a wedge between you both. Before things got worse, you had to find a way to make them better.

Keeping yourself busy, you spend more time in your studio. The idea of starting up your small business came to you when you realized your passion was more in producing art than teaching it. At first it started off as an idea, but now that things were starting to move along, you were extremely happy. You still worked at the university, but this gig was a part time distraction you welcomed. More and more people started finding your studio, some from campus advertisements, and business was booming.

“Here you are Ms. _____. Please let me know if I can do any more portraits for you. Have a nice day!” Finishing off with your last customer, you walk her out so that you can lock the door. The night was beautiful and serene, thousands of stars brightly shining in the sky. As you slide the metal grate down, you notice a flyer against one of the windows.

An advertisement for a photography exhibit. You couldn't remember the last time you went to one, and all the work you had piling up was already making it feel less and less likely that you could attend. Putting the paper in your bag, you lock up and head home. The moment you enter Yoongi was already waiting for you on the couch. Everything in the house was dark and only his shadow was visible.

“Hey. We need to talk.” You freeze. Tonight of all nights you were not expecting for him to bring up anything, but his words don’t surprise you. He was your best friend, and he knew you better than you knew yourself. Perhaps he was sensing how off you’ve been lately. It was obvious something was troubling you.

“A-About?” You ask. You had an idea what it might be about, but you didn’t want to slip up and say the wrong thing. The entire situation was messing with your emotions; the truth was, you had avoided the elephant in the room for far too long.

“You know what, smart ass. Come here.” He stands, reaching out his hands to you and you immediately run to him. Without words, he managed to burst the damn of tears you’d been holding back for months.

“It’s okay, ____. I know it’s been hard. We’ll get through this together.”

His words fill you with relief settling your heart as you agree with a nod. You weren’t sure what exactly he was referring to, but you knew it had something to do with making a baby.

“I’m sorry. It’s all my —“ he doesn’t let you finish, grabbing your hand to pull you down with him onto his lap. He holds you tight, kissing your forehead tenderly.

“Don’t you say things like that, ______. You’ve been through a lot and sometimes stress affects these things. It’s not you.”

Sweet as ever, Yoongi caresses your face as he hums a soft tune into your hair. He always knew how to calm you down. “Let’s take the doctor’s advice and do something relaxing. I can take care of your worries if you let me. Is there anything you want to do?”

Not much of a social butterfly, you tuck yourself deep into his neck and reject his request. “I’m okay. I’m fine right here.” Yoongi snickers and holds you tighter. “You’re so damn stubborn. There has to be something you would like to do that doesn’t have a lot of crowds...or noise.. or-”

Remembering the flyer you found, you quickly shoot out an idea. “I could maybe go to a photo exhibit?”

Yoongi smiles at your cute attempt to make an agreement. “See. That sounds like fun. When is it?”

“Saturday night.”

Yoongi sulks a bit. “Honey, I’m sorry, I have a concert that night, but how about you go? Just enjoy yourself...for me, okay?”

At first you’re not so sure you want to go alone. Having to attend any event without a companion was awkward and lonely. But as you look into his soft chocolate eyes, you can see the loving and genuine concern written there, so you reach a decision.

“Okay…” You pout, but he’s quick to kiss it away.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Slowly he stands holding you in his arms as he starts to walk you towards the bedroom. You really didn’t deserve him and that made the guilt ten times worse. Because, deep down, relaxation is not the only reason why you wanted to go.

The night of the exhibit comes before you know it. You almost cancel going, but Yoongi wasn’t having it. In order to feel more motivated, you decide to take extra time in making yourself feel beautiful. It had been too long since you prettied up.

You welcome the quiet ambience upon arriving at the event, walking straight towards a waiter to grab a flute of champagne. You spend about twenty minutes walking around, taking in all the beautiful handmade work. Just as your shoulders finally start to drop, your peace is stolen from you.

“What do you think?” A voice shakes you, drink spilling slightly over the rim of your flute. You were so caught up with an image you didn’t notice anyone enter your space. Within seconds, however, your entire body reacts, skin breaking out in goosebumps, breath quickening. It took less than a millisecond, but you already know who the owner of that voice was.

“Jungkook?”

Turning, your suspicions are confirmed, but you weren’t ready for what you were about to see. You could almost identify him, and yet you could not. Something seemed different. He was dressed in an all black suit tailored for his body. The way he just stands there, tall and confident, sends a shiver down your spine. How was it even possible for him to become even more attractive than he already was?

“Yes, that’s me. How are you?” He chuckles and you swallow.

“I’m...fine...what are you doing here?” You weren’t being rude by any means, at least not intentionally. The issue at hand was that you weren’t expecting to see him of all people. You had secretly hoped; maybe, but you never could imagine standing next to him and looking up at his face. He smiles and takes a sip of his champagne, drawing your attention to his neck. As he drank, his eyes never stopped focusing on you, leaving you claustrophobic.

“I’m well. Thank you for asking.” He smirks at your lack of manners and your face heats up. “So...are you going to answer my question?”

He’s only been standing in front of you for a minute and you were already a complete blubbering mess.

Successful in remembering his question, you stutter, “ Yeah— ugh… it’s very...”

Jungkook chuckles and smiles sweetly, taking you back to a time when you would give anything just to see it on his face daily. Struggling to finish your reply, you wave your arms around in an attempt to find the right words. “It’s average. I don’t particularly like this picture. Something about the angle and the lighting seems amateurish to me.”

Jungkook watches you struggle while he works hard to hold back a laugh. His question was intended as an icebraker because he really didn’t care what you thought about a stupid picture, his only priority at the moment was you.

“Really? I thought the light was captured well. It’s clear the photographer was trying to focus on the image in the background more so than the foreground.”

You roll your eyes and bite your bottom lip. “Interesting. As I recall, you always seemed to struggle with lighting, so I don’t agree with your take on it.”

And just like that, you were back. This was the ____ he remembered. The one that taught him everything he knew and was confident in all things, even when it came to making hard decisions.

Your mind clicks and the question that’s been lingering quickly flies out of your mouth. “You never answered my question. What are you doing here?” It came out more accusatory than you intended, but you were too overwhelmed by his presence to care.

Smiling, Jungkook dips his head forward a bit, close enough to make you nervous, but far enough to be appropriate. “I’m a photographer, remember?” He whispers, adding a wink for good measure.

“Oh…yeah. I'm so sorry.” You chuckle awkwardly wondering why you were jumping to conclusions. He obviously had his own studio and would come to these shows for networking reasons like any other person in the industry.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about. I come to these exhibits as often as I can. It’s part of the job.”

You feel even sillier at the fact that he was clearing up any misconception you didn’t express but felt rather paranoid about. He was mature enough to handle a simple conversation, so why couldn’t you?

“Yes, of course. How silly of me.”

“Frivolous…” he murmurs under his breath, biting his bottom lip enough to make it sting.

“What was that?”

“Nothing. So...how have you been? How’s...what was his name?”

Oh he definitely remembered Yoongi.

“Yoongi.”

“Yeah...Yoongi.” Jungkook had to give himself credit for managing to keep his face relaxed. He’s had enough counseling sessions and medication to last him a lifetime though they eventually did help him control his emotions. It’s been about a year that he hasn’t needed any of that and he was very proud of his accomplishments.

“He’s great. We’re great..I—Jungkook, it was so nice to see you again, but I have to go.” You glance around you as if you were afraid someone might catch you talking to him. “I have to— .” Nervously you search around for a table to set down your glass. You felt like an idiot for just cutting him off the way you did, but you had to get out. You turn quickly and dash to the exit.

“Wait!” Like a lost puppy Jungkook follows you, chasing you until he can no longer see you the crowd. The room suddenly feels stuffy—like he can’t breathe. You got away—again. These chance encounters with you were causing his head to spin. Having had enough of the venue, he makes his way outside.

The fog of the night reflects the light from the lamp posts making it hard to see clearly, but he doesn’t miss you. It seems like you’re attempting to get into your car and doing a poor job of it. He clenches his first, eager to think up the right words that won’t make you run away.

The last time he saw you, you couldn’t get away fast enough, behaving as if he were the plague. And tonight you had done the same thing, but he knew it wasn’t you, you weren’t like that. You may have hurt him by throwing him into the hospital, but he came to the realization that it was done out of love. He’s still sore about it regardless, but no longer angry.

“Noona, please don’t go.”

His soft broken voice startles you. You hadn’t expected him to follow you. Slowly you turn around, quickly noticing his nervous silence, shoulders slumped forward slightly. In a way it was adorable, but it makes you feel terrible. His half lidded eyes focus on your figure. He was always so soft, a baby who wore his emotions on his sleeve making it easy for you to detect his frame of mind. The entire scene only served to remind you how you could never say no to him.

“Jungkook...I’m sorry. I just--I can’t stay.” Quickly unlocking your car and jumping in, you watch his reaction. He looks like he wants to run up to you, but he doesn’t. Your eyes plead with him and he quickly interprets what you need.

He would let you go this time.

As you leave, Jungkook watches. With everything you two have been through, he was surprised he didn’t stand in front of the car in order to stop it. When he first came to the event he’d been feeling a bit needy and was looking for a companion, a short fling, but what he wasn’t expecting was for that beautiful woman he saw to be you. The dress you were wearing was the exact reason he found you in the first place. Imagine his luck to run into you on a night when he was feeling the most lonely. The way you reacted the moment you saw him filled him with such warmth he was convinced he was nothing but a walking corpse for the last five years. Everything in his life was exactly the way he wanted it, he knows he should just let it go, but god help him, he still wanted you.

Your drive home was eventful to say the least. Like a mad woman you talked to yourself the entire time. Maybe talking wasn’t exactly what you were doing, more like screaming. If another person happened to look in your direction, they would think you were mad. The radio blared in the background but your thoughts were somehow louder, unhinged.

“Of all the----UGH JUNGKOOOK! THIS exhibit…..whyyyyyyy?” Laughing at how stupid you were being, you work extra hard to calm yourself down. It was just a one time thing. You would never see him again so there was no need to worry. Pulling into your driveway, you take in a few deep breaths before walking in. The last thing you needed was for Yoongi to be suspicious.

Entering the house, you put your things down and start walking towards the bedroom. The only thing on your mind was a nice cool shower, that’s it. You were in desperate need of it considering how drained you already feel. Just as you enter, you see Yoongi on the bed wearing his black rimmed glasses, reading something from a tablet.

“Hey, how was it?”

Out of all the things he could have asked, that was the first, and it causes your heart to pound. You haven’t done anything wrong so there was no need to feel this way, yet you couldn’t control it.

“It went well.”

He looks up from his book and slides his glasses down the bridge of his nose. “Just well?”

“Yes. It’s an exhibit. Nothing amazing happens.” Pressing your lips together to contain your lie, you search your drawers to find your bedtime clothes.

“You look hot in that dress.”

“Do I?”

His compliment becomes a perfect opportunity for a distraction. Shimmying out of your dress, you stand in your thong and nothing else. You chuckle when you hear him audibly gasp.

“You went out like that?”

“I did.”

You turn to face him and the look on his face was worth the teasing. You weren’t sure if it was the hormones or something else, but you suddenly felt ravenous. You walk closer towards your husband, but with each step Jungkook’s face flashes before your eyes. The delicate balance of concealing your distraction was becoming increasingly difficult the closer you got to him. As soon as you reach him, you climb over him on the bed, and rip his nightshirt apart.

“Fuck me.”

Those were the last words you remember saying before opening your eyes to a new day.

The entire night you fucked Yoongi like a starved predator and came more times than you could remember. As far as you can remember, this has never happened. Since the wedding night, it has always been gentle love-making - gentle kisses, gentle touches, soft whimpers. Starting to stand you wince at the pain between your thighs. You don’t remember the last time you were that aggressive, but it was long overdue. You walk towards the kitchen and your mind immediately turns to Jungkook. He floods your thoughts and overwhelms your senses before you can even make your coffee. He was the reason you came home the way you did, and the knowledge of that makes you feel guilty. The guilt amplifies even further when you swallow down your birth control pill.

If someone were to label you right now, they would say you were the devil incarnate. You were tired of waiting to conceive, and you knew that if you didn’t feel ready even with all the trials, then you really didn’t want it just yet. Yoongi made sure you took your prenatal vitamins, but you made sure to take your pills.

Taking them only helped you to regain control of your sanity. The whole process of making a baby was getting to be too much and you made the decision to counter that months ago without Yoongi’s knowledge. You knew it was wrong on all levels, but you just couldn't help it. You couldn’t tell him how you feel because you didn’t want to see the pain in his eyes. You’ve already experienced hurting someone, and you just couldn’t find it in yourself to do it again. There was a lot you needed to fix, and now with having seen Jungkook again, life seemed to be taking increased twists and turns.

You rub your eyes, exhaustion seeping through your pores. “Fuck.”

“Yes, we did.” Yoongi startles you when he walks into the kitchen. Quickly you hide the remaining pills before he comes up behind you to tuck his face in your neck and wrap his arms around your waist.

“Good morning, Yoongs. Want coffee?”

“Yes please.” He goes to sit on a stool by the island, and you work quickly to make his drink.

“So, any plans coming up? I think last night was good for you. You should get out more.”

You inwardly groan and shake your head. If only he knew.

“I’m not sure. Maybe.”

“Well, I pulled this section of the paper for you. It’s got all future exhibits and shows for the next several months. Maybe you should spend your summer vacation going to them?”

Taking a deep breath before turning to face him, you gather your strength and prepare your argument. “I don’t know...I’m fine…”

“Stop, ___. Last night was amazing, and I think you need to get out more. Maybe being alone helped. Please be a good girl and listen to me.”

Handing him his coffee, you shrug your shoulders. “Baby...I—”

“Do it for me, ____. I love you. Please.”

How could you argue with that? The odds of seeing Jungkook were probably little to none, and the chances that he’d show up to the same event as you nearly impossible.

“Alright.”

That seemed to make him happy as he starts drinking his coffee with a small content smile.

You only hoped you were right and that the nights will be filled with peace and no distractions. You were doing it for Yoongi, and maybe a little for yourself. Maybe nights away from each other would help you keep your head screwed on straight. Maybe...

A few exhibits later, you were feeling better. So far you haven’t ran into Jungkook, and that made you feel more at ease. There was really no reason to be worried. The past was the past and Jungkook seemed to have gotten over it pretty well. In all honesty, no one really gets past trauma, but you had to give it to him. The way he spoke to you was proof that he did a lot of growing up. He was controlled and in charge...and sexy as hell. You on the other hand still seemed to have unresolved issues. It had been so long ago, but the wounds were still fresh.

Although time healed the pain, it never completely went away. You never stopped loving Jungkook. He had never been ill towards you, never hurt you nor cheated on you. He was a genuine soul, and it had been a little too early in his life to fall in love. Perhaps if he had dealt with his personal demons first, it wouldn’t have gotten out of hand.

And it’s with those thoughts in mind that you find yourself at another event. Yoongi made sure you went, even insisting on driving you. You told him not to wait up and that you would take a taxi home. He had to get up early the next day and you didn’t want to be a burden. He agreed easily, eyeing you as you walked into the building.

“Be careful in that dress.”

Those were his last words before you slipped into the easy-going crowd of art enthusiasts. It was funny to you how half the people in the room really didn’t have an appreciation for art like they should. Most of the people present were just there for social reasons, or to flaunt their wealth. Either way, you wanted to enjoy yourself, and so you did.

Standing in front of a sculpture, you eye it carefully, enjoying the beauty of its craftsmanship. Chugging down your third glass of wine, you feel yourself unwind slowly. The quiet jazz music along with the murmuring voices in the background was lulling you in a relaxed trance.

“Beautiful.”

Jumping at the voice, you’re too slow to register it before the person who spoke comes into your line of vision. Jerking your head in the direction of the sound, you feel a little light headed, swaying slightly.

“Woah there…” A hand on your waist snaps you out of your haze.

“Jungkook?”

“Yeah, fancy meeting you here. You alright?”

“Yeah...I just had a little too much wine.”

“I can see that.” He chuckles cutely, dipping his chin down in order to hide the rising blush in his cheeks. The action triggers you. You remember those shy gestures all too well.

“I see you were admiring this sculpture...and...you know what?” He seemed to change his mind about something and you swallow, taking a deep breath. “Fuck this fake small talk bullshit. I’m glad to see you here. You look amazing.”

This time it was your turn to blush. The rush of wine to your brain and the way his eyes scan over your body was doing things to you. You really shouldn’t have worn something so short.

“Thanks. You’re cute as always.”

Slapping a hand over your mouth, your eyes bulge at the slip of your tongue. You watch his reaction and you almost wish you hadn’t.

“Yeah?” He puffs up, tucking his bottom lip under his teeth, working his hardest to tame his smile. Internally your brain is screaming at you to shut up, but your mouth doesn’t listen.

“Yeah, baby. You’re hot,” you chuckle. This time Jungkook can’t contain his laugh, and you suddenly realize that you’re probably a little buzzed. “Oh my god, please ignore me...I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay. You actually took the words right out of my mouth. I can’t get over how great you look.”

“It’s the hormones.”

Jungkook stops short and then realizes you just slipped some information he had no business knowing about. He could kiss you for the simple fact that you were always a light weight.

“Hormones?” He cocks his head to one side. He does his best to smother the anger boiling inside him threatening to rip away the gentle smile he plastered.

Once again you stop speaking, smacking your lips once more. “Shit...nothing...I...think I should go home.”

Before you can go to run away, Jungkook grabs your elbow. “Please don’t leave. Not again.”

The look on his face stills you. How long had it been since you saw that look? He looked hurt, and that was not a feeling you wanted him to have. The feelings you experience remind you of that terrible day long ago, and that was an experience you never wanted to repeat.

“I’m sorry, Jungkook. I’m just a little drunk and I’m making a fool of myself. Please forgive me.” You genuinely sound upset and his grip loosens a little.

“Of course. Hey, how about we get out of here and go grab something to eat?”

Your jaw ticks at his suggestion. You had been rude to him each time you met, and all he’s ever done was talk to you civilly. Perhaps you owed him a little conversation and a lot of explanation.

Tonight was a good time as any. “Sure. Let me grab my things.”

As you both head out it becomes difficult to ignore the hand on the small of your back as he guides you out of the building. For a summer night, it was a bit chilly. Jungkook feels you shiver, immediately looking at you to confirm his suspicions.

“Here.” He takes off his suit jacket and places it over your shoulders.

Instantly you're covered in warmth and surrounded by the scent of vanilla and musk. The scent is nostalgic and you didn’t realize how much you miss it until you were blinking away tears, looking at anything but him.

“Thank you.” It was all you could say as he put his arms around your shoulders while walking you to his vehicle. You knew he was just trying to be a gentleman and keep you warm, but you couldn’t ignore the way his strong body pressed up against yours. Perhaps mixing alcohol and hormones wasn’t such a good idea.

The car ride was silent and it made you sad. Once upon a time you and he could talk about anything and everything, now it was too strange.

“Nice car.” You internally roll your eyes at your stupid attempt at breaking the silence.

“Thanks. I bought it after my studio business took off. It’s been doing really well...I've been doing really well.” Your chest tightens. He didn’t sound too sure of himself but still, it was an attempt. Of course he was doing well until you appeared to ruin it all.

“Jungkook, I’m sorry if I--”

“You know, I’m really glad we ran into each other. It’s almost like it was destiny, don’t you think?” His smile is warm and genuine, interrupting you. It wasn’t a lie; sometimes you felt that way too. You and he were bound to meet. It was inevitable.

“Yeah…” you smile in return. You reach out to grab his hand, unable to resist. You don't know what came over you, but you wanted to feel his touch. He lets you, tightening his hold instantly as he entwined his long fingers over yours. His touch warms your heart. You can’t believe you hurt him the way you did.

The entire night you talked, and at some point you sobered up, coffee being of assistance. You both caught up with as much of your lives as you could. The only topic that was never touched was Yoongi. Jungkook told you how his business was taking off, how he went on to get his Master’s degree, and that he was still single. Strangely it lifted a weight off of your shoulders. It wasn’t your place to care, but you couldn’t control that you did.

“I’m happy that you’re happy. I’m really proud of you, Jungkook.”

He tilts his head to the side, an endearing habit he always had, and stares straight into your soul. “Are you happy?” His words catch you off guard. Though he wasn’t direct about it, you knew what his question entailed.

“Me? Ugh...I..”

“It’s okay, you don’t have to answer.” The words slip out of him before he could catch himself. You quickly catch his mistake, now taking the time to stare at him. The eye contact he held with you made you want to break. You wanted to scream out and cry; tell him how you really weren’t happy, how trapped you felt, but you bite your tongue.

Quickly changing the subject, Jungkook jumps to another question. “So, what was all this about hormones that you said earlier?”

Question after question it seemed like he was on a mission to strip your soul bare. “I was just talking nonsense...ignore me …”

“No, please tell me. Are you okay? Is there something wrong? You’re healthy, right?” The genuine concern written on his brow weakens your defense.

“Yes, I’m fine..it’s silly…”

“Nothing is silly when it comes to you, noona. I promise I won’t laugh.” Ever the sweet angel, his face told you of promises you knew he’d keep, and so you decide to let him in.

“I’m taking hormones because...I’ve been trying...Yoongi wants...it’s for…”

“To get pregnant?” Apparently he wasn’t ignorant of all things female. Nodding your head yes, he returns the nod as if understanding everything with you sparing the details.

“So, are you pregnant?”

“N-No!” You answer all too quickly, making it seem like you were eager to clear up any doubts he had.

“Do you want to have a baby with him?”

Again, you’re left speechless. You had already gone and told him too much, but somehow his gentle nature made you want to tell him everything. You stayed silent for much too long, and it was all the answer Jungkook needed.

“I’m sorry again, noona. I need to stop being so nosy. I was always too concerned when it came to you. I should shut up.”

Strangely it didn’t upset you that he wanted to know. He always cared about you, in all aspects of life. Before you thought it overwhelming, but now, now you missed it. As if on cue your phone rings. When you pick it up to see who it is, Jungkook shifts in his seat. Deja vu.

You ignore the call, deciding the end the night on a good note. “Jungkook. I had a lovely time. Thank you so much for being a friend. I’m glad we were able to talk.”

When you go to stand, Jungkook jumps up with you. “Will I see you again? There’s another show in a few nights. Maybe we can meet up for drinks after?”

You smile at the cute way he seemed so desperate for you to agree to his request.

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

The taxi drops you off all too quickly. Yoongi was already fast asleep, but you knew you were in for a rough time. All night you thought about him...Jungkook. Images of the dinner you shared kept flashing in and out of your mind. The way he licked his lips, chewed his bites a little too eagerly, and sipped his champagne; all of it was ingrained in your mind like a permanent memory. The clock by your bed flashed three A.M., and yet sleep eluded you. All you felt was happiness and frustration.

How had you forgotten the way he looked in a dress shirt? His arms were so bulky it looked like he could rip his sleeves. When your taxi stopped next to his car, you almost didn’t want to return his jacket, having gotten used to the sweet relaxing scent that was uniquely him. You can still smell him on your dress. It was clear he started working out more, and it only made your senses all the more heightened. His laugh was still adorable, but the contrast between his body and face still remained. Kookie was now a man, and the thought excited you.

Needing relief, you slide a hand down between your legs and press against your pulsing wet heat. It was almost embarrassing how soaked you are just from thinking of him enjoying your company. Gathering moisture against your clit, you jolt at the surge of white heat shooting through you. Continuously you massage at the bundle of nerves until it was swollen and sensitive to the touch. Dragging your fingers back down, you insert two digits into your sopping wet cunt, trying to hold back a mewl.

Your mind is consumed with him. You imagine it was his fingers inside of you, twisting and turning deliciously in search of your pleasure. Achingly slow, you toggle between your sensitive bud and your cunt. You bring your other hand down as a wash of shame flows through your body. Taking your middle finger, you push it through your folds before sliding your digit downwards to push into your ass. You can only sink down to your knuckle before the orgasm you so desperately sought wracks your body. Coming hard, you work yourself through it, fingers moving in and out of both holes in sync. Drowning in your bliss, the name of your desire slips past your lips...Kookie…

Freezing you turn to see if Yoongi heard, but he was way too deep in sleep. Huffing out a breath, you relax fully, settling on the bed with a light sheen of sweat coating your brow. You stare at the angry red numbers on the digital clock, letting your wet fingers fall against the sheets.

“What have I gotten myself into?”

“Where are you going tonight?” Yoongi asks from the piano. His lips are in a pout, almost sad that you were leaving him again, but you weren’t about to let that keep you. You made a promise to Jungkook that you would come, and you didn’t want to break that promise.

“It’s some wood carving sculpture exhibit or something. It sounded pretty cool so I got a ticket to go. You’re not regretting these nights now are you?” Yoongi quickly shakes his head no, placing his attention to his piano once again. You didn’t want him to be suspicious so you walk up to him, kissing him sweetly on the head.

“Don’t wait up. These events can sometimes drag on.”

“Okay, sweetheart. I’ll see you soon. Text me when you’re on the way home.” Grabbing your purse and wrapping a shawl over your black sleeveless dress, you turn to acknowledge his request.

“Of course, baby. See you.”

You arrive at the venue already on the verge of going nuts trying to find a parking spot. Apparently this event was popular. Just as you park and lock your car, a warm hand cups your shoulder. Gripping your pepper spray attached to your car keys and turning, you let out a relieved sigh when you see who it is.

“Kookie, you really need to stop sneaking up on me like that. I almost hurt you.”

“Shit, I’m sorry. I was worried that you were not going to find a spot, but I guess you did. You ready?”

Cutely he offers up the crook of his arm to which you easily place your own. It felt right, though you would never voice that aloud. When you enter the building together, Jungkook is quick to remove your shawl, but stops in his tracks when he sees the shimmer of gold reflecting off your neck.

“Is that the necklace I gave you?”

Your fingers brush over the beautiful crystal lens charm and you bow your head shyly. Initially you wore it to please him, but you had forgotten.

“Yeah..I wear it often. It was too beautiful to be locked away in a box.” What you wanted to say was that it was your most sentimental gift, but letting those words out would only lead to trouble.

At your gesture a smile tugs at his lips. The day he gave it to you was a moment you would never forget. He had put a lot of care into the things he was proud of doing, and giving you this necklace was evidence of that.

He places your belongings in the coat room first. He then offers a hand, which you gladly take, to walk with you into the art room. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t help himself from sneaking glimpses at your neckline. Wearing the necklace solidified his suspicions that you still had feelings for him, you simply had to. What other reason was there for wearing something from the past?

“So where do you want to go first?” You pull him forward, dragging him behind you like an excited child at her first carnival. He lets you tug him, smiling like a fool the entire time. Stopping at the first display you see, you place a finger on your chin, seemingly inspecting the piece like some sort of wood expert. Jungkook snorts at your behavior.

“Mr. Jeon. Tell me...what do you think about this piece?”

He cocks his head and narrows his eyes towards the wooden sculpture indulging you in whatever game you were playing. “I think-”

“Ah...it doesn't matter. You’re not a wood carver are you? Shall we continue?”

You waved him off taking off to another, swaying your hips a little more seductively than you should. You hope that he follows like an enchanted fool, and he doesn’t disappoint. Glancing over your shoulder you catch the way his eyes are glued to your ass and it ignites a nervous fire in the pit of your belly. You were playing a dangerous game, knowing that Jungkook could be easily swayed. He’s been tough these past few outings pretending to be strong, but you knew better. He was only as strong as he believed, but his puppy eyes told you another story.

Moving on, you reach another larger carving further back in the room. There were a lot fewer people here and darker corners as all the lights blared down on the displays.

“How about this, Mr. Jeon. And remember, I’m a professor at a university.” You use your finger salaciously, pointing to the carving and then bring it to your mouth only to place it teasingly between teeth and tongue. Jungkook inhales sharply, working all the muscles in his body into control, before breathing out of his nose heavily.

“I think...” he pauses to look at you straight in the eye. “...that this piece is breathtaking.”

You arch a brow at his choice of words. Interested you inquire: “What makes you say that?”

He steps closer to the object, looking more intense and prepares his words carefully. “I see sadness in this piece. Like...if something was stripped away from it without permission. It seems alone, with no one else...like it can’t breathe…”

Not expecting those words, your heart gets caught in your throat, and your stomach flips. This was getting more serious than you intended. “Kookie, I’m….”

He turns to look at you and the strain in his features, welled up eyes, and a pink nose told you everything you needed to know. He wasn’t over you either. Trying to repair the night before things get worse, you reach up to cup his cheek, an apology forming on your lips, but his eyes close the moment your hand makes contact with his skin. He turns his face, brushing his lips against your palm. It’s so vulnerable and innocent, and it tears you apart inside.

“This isn’t right...I shouldn’t have teased you…”

Jungkook’s eyes spring open, hoping that you haven’t started running away. “No, noona...please...don’t say things like that...you didn’t tease me. I enjoy spending time with you.”

His body moving of its own accord starts to walk you backward, and you follow unthinking. Somehow, he managed to back you into a dark and quiet corner away from the entire event.

“I just ...miss you…” He reaches out to take your hand, playing with your knuckles as he kisses one by one in the gentlest way imaginable.

“Somehow, I’m still here...still alive. You were the one that took my breath away, the very air that I breathed was you, but somehow I don’t even care what you did. How do you expect me to breathe without you, noona? Now that I have you so close….”

Your entire body freezes, just the sound of his broken voice breaks you apart and everything resting in your heart for the last five years falls to your feet. “I’m just so sorry, Kookie. Please believe me. I never wanted to hurt you.”

Dropping your hand he steps closer, much too close to appear friendly. “I know. I’m not mad. Not anymore. Now that I can see you again...talk to you again...I’m...” He doesn’t press further, just letting his proximity do the talking.

You both stand in the corner, eyes locked, unmoving. You can barely feel the breaths you take, each labored and shallow. “Jungkook, I don’t think this is a good idea.” You swallow as you say the words you don’t really mean, and it’s as if Jungkook knows too, what your true intentions are.

“I’m not doing anything. I just want to let you know that I appreciate you letting me in again. Thank you for not rejecting me.” He smiles lightly and then steps back, allowing you the space you need the breathe. He turns to view another sculpture as if he hadn’t just seized your heart.

“Come here, noona...look at this…”

The night continues as if your encounter had never happened. You find it strange that Jungkook doesn’t pursue you again. As you both walked together looking at the art, the conversation he held was minimal. He became distant, almost. Nothing he said felt right and none of your responses earned a reply.

When the exhibit closed for the night, Jungkook walks you to your car, face relaxed.

“I had fun, noona.”

“So did I, Kookie. Um…” Before you can say anything, Jungkook beats you to the question that was already on the tip of your tongue.

“Do you want to meet again?”

You should have said no, left things as they were in order to prevent future disasters, but you just couldn’t deny those large doe eyes that penetrated your armor. The way the lights from the parking lot reflected in them made him look like the prettiest angel. How could you deny him when he asked so sweetly? It’s not like you ever had the strength before.

“I’d like that very much.”

Somehow your nights are booked with any and every possible event just so you could see Jungkook. Yoongi was even starting to wonder what these events could possibly be doing to interest you so, but you kept insisting it was good for the relationship, and even though he was unsure, he let it go.

It was getting more pathetic the way you were buying new dresses, just to catch Jungkook’s eyes. From tight to short, they all flattered your figure, and without a shadow of a doubt you knew he liked them. Getting braver you started going without any underwear, testing the boundaries of his patience. Jungkook seemed tough and in control, but you knew he would soon snap. And so it’s for the very reason you currently find yourself in the back secluded hallway of the venue with Jungkook.

You don’t remember how you ended up here, but your dress was probably to blame; red with thin straps and a cut so deep he can see your dimples of Venus. At first Jungkook admired it from afar, focusing on places he shouldn’t, but when you made a point to squeeze by him, accidently rubbing his crotch with your ass, you gave up any right to reject him.

Now all alone, Jungkook attacks you with promises that have your chest heaving in earnest. His body is lightly pressed against your chest, resisting the urge to mold himself to your form like a glove.

“Noona, what the fuck is this dress?” He palms your ass, fingers digging into the side of your hips.

“You think that night after night of teasing was fun for me?”

His body cages you in, forcing you to become flush with the wall behind you. He kicks your legs open, not once stopping to seek your approval; he didn’t have to.

“Are you trying to drive me crazy? Do you know how fucking sexy you look? What if other men stare?”

He continues to spew out filth as his face hovers over yours in a dizzying pattern, and you panic. It wasn’t your intention to trigger him so quickly, but somehow you got lost in your game. For two weeks you had teased him endlessly, night after night, but Jungkook never once crossed the line with you. Even when your eyes screamed to him across the room, or when you oh-so-innocently commented about things that could easily be read between the lines, Jungkook didn’t respond to it. For a while, you were beginning to think he really wasn’t interested in you like before.

But now, here, unable to gather your thoughts with the way his body feels against your own, you hang on by a tiny thread of sanity. Your arousal is already dripping down your upper thighs, and there was no way to hide what you wanted. This was all your fault, and now you had to face the consequences. What could you say? You had asked for this, and Jungkook was done being toyed with.

You don’t answer him, and your silence is all the permission Jungkook needs. He can already tell how turned on you are; hell, he knew it the moment you got to the event. He could read your body back then and he sure as hell can read your body now. His original intention was to be a good boy, resist you until the end, but you were just begging for him to take you.

“I bet he can’t fill you up as good as I can. Can he make your pussy weep? What if I filled up this tight hole right now? Would your pretty little tummy swell up with my baby? Hmm?”

“Jungkoo--- please stop...we can’t do this...I--”

“Do what, noona? You don’t want me to tell you how much I miss your pussy squeezing my cock so tight?”

“Oh god...Kookie...I can’t.”

Pressing your palms to the wall for stability, Jungkook presses himself hard against your center. His length is rock hard, and just the knowledge of that makes your knees give out. He catches you, supporting you by the waist, and then he pulls you tightly against his chest.

“Noona, nobody will know. It’s just you and me.”

He drops his mouth down over to your neck, licking a path up to your ear. His breaths are harsh and heavy. When you try to pull away, he snakes a hand under your dress and cups your core.

“Fuck...look at you. You’re dripping all over. You’re so hot and ready….I want you….let me have you.”

Your mind is hazy, your hormones creating havoc and the need to be fucked into oblivion is consuming you.

“I can’t----please...no…..Kookie...please...”

Your mouth moves, not knowing whether you’re begging him to stop or begging for more. Jungkook knows you can’t resist and so the latter seemed like an option you’re pleading for him to choose. He knew your body so well, he always had. Before he lets you go, he slides two digits up your heat, gently rubbing your clit in circles. As quietly as you can, you whimper, clamping your thighs together in response. Jungkook chuckles and then kisses you tenderly on the cheek.

“Anything you say...nooonaaa…”.

You relax your thighs to let him pull back his hand. When he has your full attention, he brings his fingers up spreading your slick between them. “Look at how filthy you are, so sticky and wet...” bringing them up to his mouth, he slips them past his lips and then back out, leaving them completely clean. “...and so delicious.”

His eyes bore into your own making you shy. Turning your head, you close your eyes and silently will your body to calm down before you do something you shouldn’t.

“Jungkook, please. Please don’t do this. We can’t--”

Having had his fill of your fucked out state, Jungkook steps away from you until his back hits the wall opposite of the one you were currently trying to find purchase with.

“You’re absolutely right, noona. I’m sorry.” He brushes his moist fingers past his nose and closes his eyes. It happens all too quickly, but you don’t miss it.

“I think we should go back now…”

“Okay. After you.”

You walk ahead of him, feeling your skin burn with his gaze on your back. The rest of the night you continue with the event, stealing glances here and there. The way he follows behind you like a shadow warms your heart. He was trying his best to control himself, you could tell, and he was doing a great job. The truth was, you wanted more. It wasn’t right, you were married, but some part of you inside missed him terribly.

You missed being desired so blindly. Jungkook loved like no other man you’ve ever known. He wore his emotions on his sleeve and despite his shyness, he held you down like you were his prey. As the night went on, you wished for it to never end. Having to go home to Yoongi was the last thing on your mind. Your core still throbbed and you were still incredibly wet. It would be hard to say goodnight when his touch is all you can think of.

But all good things must come to an end.

Yoongi picks you up at eleven on the dot. Most of the guests had left and you’d asked Jungkook to stay inside for a few minutes just in case. Your precious boy, looking so forlorn when you’d requested, stood in the opposite corner of the exhibit, watching you as you wrap your shawl around your neck. You stare back, apologetic but most of all wanting to run into his arms and stay for the night.

Outside, Yoongi honks twice, setting your nerves on fire. Eyes clouded with tears, you wrench your gaze away from Jungkook and walk out into the coolness of the night, leaving him behind.

But Jungkook won’t allow you peace. Not one moment. He had waited for years, years, to feel you in his arms and hear your voice begging him for mercy. The scent of your signature perfume, your sharp tongue, your intoxicating gaze - he’d do anything to make you his. Your marriage is a joke. There’s no reason for him to be ‘the other man’ in your life. You were never Yoongi’s from the beginning.

When Jungkook stumbled into his condo half an hour later, he tugged his leather belt back and forth, freeing the material from the small hooks of his dress pants. He lands on his bed just as he undoes the zipper and grips his hard, pulsing cock in his hands, a sigh of relief leaving his lips as he moves his fist up and down his girthy length. His hand slaps against the base of his shaft, hard enough for his skin to burn.

With his free hand, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and dials for you, needing some piece of you with him, needing to hear you. He craved you so much he thought he’d die any moment.

“Fuck fuck fuck...n-noonaaaa ah, fuck,” his fist keeps a momentum, his arms starting to burn as he falls onto his elbows and arch his back. His hole clenches around nothing. What he’d give to have your fingers, coated with your own slick, shoved inside him.

“Pick up please, please...please , I'm begging please, pick up noona,” he pleads, tears brimming as he spreads his pre-ejaculate over the swollen head of his cock and tugs down, the particular stroke weakening him to the point that a dribble of saliva falls from the corner of his lips.

After what feels like eons, you pick up, your whisper harsh and alarmed.

“J-Jungkook, Yoongi’s in the shower, I don’t have time to talk I-”

“Noonaaaa...” he whimpers, grimacing as he grabs one of his pillows and folds the feather-filled material between his legs. With all the strength he could muster through the hazy numbness, he sits on the softness, rutting against the pillow and enjoying the feeling of his cock nestled comfortably between the slit where the two ends of the pillows are folded. He closes his eyes, seeing your soft breasts wrap around his heavy length moving back and forth, your tongue darting out to take his cum in your mouth.

“Baby, you’re making this so hard for me-” Your voice comes out breathy and Jungkook moans.

“N-need you, n-noona, want you,” he drools more onto the sheets, shaky fingers gripping his phone tight as he places you on speaker. His bedroom fills with the sound of your deep shallow breaths and needy whimpers. He can imagine how wet you must be, how much you want to sit on his pulsating cock and strum your clit like a little vixen you are.

“Cum for me, baby, cum. Think of me swallowing your cock whole, taking every drop of your cum down my throat. Yeah, baby? Are you close?” You whisper-snarl into the phone.

“Mmmhmm, noona...” Jungkook cries, throat raw as he pounds into the pillow with so much vigor the corner of his bed frame slams against the wall.

You must’ve heard, for you cursed under your breath and whine his name so softly he would’ve missed it through the blood pounding in his ears.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum ahh, noonaaaa...fuck fuck, fuck, nnnghh,” Jungkook reaches down and keeps his cock nestled in the pillows, hips rutting quickly as spurts of cum laquer the soft cotton pillowcase.

“That’s it, that’s it, baby...” You coo and suddenly the line goes dead, the dull repetitive beeping replacing your sweet, melodic voice. Yoongi must be done with his shower, he’s guessing.

Jungkook is too weak to complain, wincing as his softening cock lays in its own bath of filth. His lower abdomen burns and his small patch of black pubic hair is soaked with sweat and cum. He needs to shower, but god does he just want to lay curled up against the pillow and rut for the night. It’s not enough. Your voice is not enough. This monster inside him remains restless, rattling its cage as it threatens to march over to your apartment, kick down the door, and pound you relentlessly in front of your husband.

“You’re mine, noona,” he mewls into his phone as the screen blackens. “You’ve always been mine.”

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