Yn pov

in the office

The moment I stepped into the company's sleek, marble-floored lobby, a sense of control settled over me. I was greeted by a lanky man with glasses, his nervous smile barely masking his curiosity. His eyes flitted to the neckline of my dress, the slightest bit of cleavage enough to distract him. I didn't mind. I knew the effect I had.

As we ascended in the elevator, the hum filled the silence, and I felt his gaze, quick and darting, on me again. My appearance held its own power, and I let him take in whatever glimpse he could as I remained quiet, a calculated move. There was always power in silence.

The doors opened to a plush hallway, carpet soft beneath my heels, walls lined with minimalist art that screamed of wealth and understated elegance. At the end of the hall stood a large mahogany door, polished and imposing. He knocked lightly before cracking the door open to announce me, and seconds later, I was gestured inside. He disappeared down the hallway, leaving me alone.

I walked in, the quiet click of the door behind me barely registering as I took in the sight before me. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a breathtaking view of the city, but all I could focus on was him. Jungkook. His face, usually composed, held a deep gloom I rarely saw.

Jungkook" My voice was soft, a question already woven into it.

"What's wrong?"

He looked up, eyes locking with mine, and for a fleeting second, the heaviness in his expression lifted. But it was just a flicker. He gestured toward the plush chair across from his desk, the weight of whatever was bothering him still very much there.

I lowered myself into the chair, crossing my legs slowly, deliberately. "Complications," he said, voice rough around the edges.

My heart sank. Complications never meant anything good. "What kind of complications?" I asked, leaning forward, making sure to hold his eyes, to be present in this moment.

"A deal I've been working on for months-it's slipping. Another company swooped in, made a better offer. I'm losing it." His frustration was palpable, thickening the space between us.

I reached across the desk, taking his hand. "You've faced worse." My voice was steady, reassuring. "You'll find a way to turn it around. You always do."

His grip tightened, his eyes flicking down to where our hands met. "I can't afford distractions right now, Yn." His voice was low, almost strained. "I need to focus completely."

The words hit me with a soft sting, and I couldn't help the brief flare of resentment that simmered beneath my skin. But I pushed it down. Now wasn't the time. "Then focus," I said, squeezing his hand back.

He let out a low chuckle, the sound breaking some of the tension in the room. "Now," he said, leaning back slightly in his chair, "what did you buy this time?"

A slow smile crept across my lips. "If you're that curious," I teased, standing and walking toward him, "you'll have to see me at the house later."

His eyes darkened, and the grin he gave me was pure heat. "You're a tease," he muttered, his voice dropping into something more primal, more dangerous.

"Only for you." I bent down, placing a soft kiss on his lips, lingering just long enough for him to want more before pulling away.

"You're quiet," jungkook's voice pulled me from my thoughts.

"What's on your mind?"

I smiled, the mask slipping back into place effortlessly. "Just thinking about how much I missed you last night."

His eyes softened, and for a moment, the tension eased. "I missed you too, More than you know."

The sincerity in his voice, in his eyes, cut through me. Despite everything-the lies, the manipulation-there was something between us now. Something real. And it scared me.

"I'll show you what I bought later," I said, changing the subject with a playful smile. "Lingerie. Sheer lace. You'll love it."

He grinned, the heat returning to his gaze. "You know I will."

I leaned forward, letting my hand rest on his desk. "Don't keep me waiting too long."

As he reached out and took my hand again, his wedding ring caught the light. A reminder. A sharp, bitter reminder of what I was-and what I would never be.

I smiled, hiding the sting. I would always be the other woman. The one in the shadows. But for now, that was enough.

Finally, jungkook's gaze lifted to mine, softening as he locked the door with a quiet click. He moved with purpose, his predatory energy simmering just beneath the surface. His hand trailed down my thigh as he knelt before me, a devilish grin spreading across his face.

"Spread your legs," he commanded softly, as if asking me to share a secret.

My pulse quickened as his touch grew bolder, parting my legs and revealing the pale lace of my underwear. The look in his eyes sent shivers of desire through me, but beneath it all, there was a familiar shadow-a reminder that I was just a secret to him, hidden away like some indulgent vice.

Still, I couldn't resist.

Jungkook's eyes, dark with hunger, raked over me, their intensity never wavering. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as he shifted the delicate fabric of my underwear to the side, exposing me to the cool air, the sudden sensation heightening every nerve.

He paused for just a moment, taking me in with a smirk that was as much possessive as it was predatory. The tip of his finger traced a slow line along my slit, his touch light, teasing, before dipping lower to gather the wetness that had already begun to pool there.

"Look at how ready you are for me," he murmured with undeniable satisfaction. He brought his fingers up to his lips, tasting me with a deep groan that sent my body into overdrive. My breath hitched as he lowered his mouth to me, his tongue darting out to flick across my clit in a way that had me gasping, my hips instinctively arching up, needing more.

He didn't rush. Every kiss, every stroke of his tongue was deliberate, savoring me as if he had all the time in the world. His fingers slid inside me, curling expertly to hit that perfect spot with each thrust, his tongue never relenting in its slow, torturous worship of my clit.

"Jungkook" I moaned, unable to stop myself as I clutched at his hair, guiding him closer, deeper. My body trembled with the intensity of the pleasure building inside me, my mind clouding with need. His tongue circled, faster now, more insistent, and my control slipped. I could feel the tension coil tighter and tighter until it snapped, sending a wave of ecstasy crashing over me.

I cried out, my release coating his fingers, my body shuddering as I came undone beneath his expert touch. But even as the waves of pleasure ebbed, he didn't stop. His mouth was relentless, pushing me higher again, his tongue sliding over me with a hunger that made my head spin.

I felt his fingers move within me once more, slipping out only to be replaced by two, then three. His wedding ring gleamed in the dim light, now slick with my juices, a symbol of everything wrong with this moment-and yet, it thrilled me to see it there, marked by my pleasure. The sight sent another pulse of heat through me, twisting that forbidden excitement even tighter around my core.

"Do you like seeing that?" he asked, the words low, taunting. "Do you like marking me while my wife waits at home?"

I shivered at the raw edge in his tone, my hips pressing harder against him, wordlessly begging for more.

"Yes," I whispered, my voice barely a breath. "I love it."

His tongue delved into me again, deeper this time, devouring me like a man starved. I could feel the pressure building once more, faster this time, my body slick with sweat as I bucked against him. His hands gripped my thighs tighter, holding me in place as he brought me right back to the edge of bliss, and then pushed me over.

I came harder this time, my muscles clenching around him, my moans filling the room as pleasure ripped through me in waves. He didn't stop, didn't slow, drawing out every last bit of my climax until I was nothing more than a quivering, trembling mess beneath him.

When he finally pulled back, his lips glistened with my release, and the sight alone was enough to make my pulse race all over again. He rose to his feet, his presence towering and dominating as he looked down at me, his eyes burning with desire.

Without breaking eye contact, he reached down and wiped my slickness from his wedding ring, smirking at the sight. My stomach twisted at the possessiveness in his gaze, the dangerous thrill of being his secret, the woman who had marked him so intimately.

"This is just the beginning," he murmured, his voice thick with lust as he slapped my inner thigh, a teasing promise of more to come.

But before I could fully catch my breath, the sound of heavy footsteps outside the office door jolted us both back to reality. Seol's voice pierced the tension, her fury unmistakable as she shouted through the door.

"Where the hell is he ?

Jungkook's expression darkened instantly, his moment of control slipping as he turned toward the door. Without thinking, he grabbed my arm, his voice urgent.

"Hide. Under the desk-now."

I hesitated, the reality of what we were doing crashing down on me, but his grip tightened. His eyes pleaded with me, desperation warring with dominance.

"Yn, please. Not now. Just-hide."

The humiliation burned deep. Was this really what I had become? A dirty little secret?

"No," I spat back, the words sharp as glass. "I won't hide."

"Yn, please," he pleaded, his desperation palpable.

"You're ashamed of me," I whispered, the truth of it searing my throat. The look on his face told me all I needed to know.

I stared at him, my body still trembling from the intensity of what we'd just shared, but the truth in those eyes cut deep. He was ashamed of me. I was nothing more than a secret to be hidden, discarded when it was convenient.

"Fine," I spat, the bitterness seeping into my words as I moved to crouch under the desk. "But you'll never see me again."

The pain in his eyes as I disappeared beneath the desk was almost enough to make me reconsider-but not quite.

With a trembling breath, I crouched beneath his desk, hiding away like the shameful secret I had become. The humiliation was suffocating, but I would deal with that later.

The door rattled open, and seol stormed in. "Where the hell is she?" she snarled, her words laced with thick accusation.

Jungkook's response was a calculated calm, but I could hear the strain in it. "Who?"

"Don't play dumb," Seol snapped, her voice lowering to something dangerous.

"Where's your mistress,jungkook?"