"You think I don't see what's going on?" Seol's question dripped with fury. "You think I'm blind to your lies, jungkook?"

From my hiding spot, I could hear the tremor in his voice, though he tried to mask it with a strained calmness. "Seol, please, not here. This isn't the place for-"

"Don't you dare tell me where I can confront you about your infidelity," she interrupted, her words rising with unrestrained anger. "Where is she? Where is the slut you're risking everything for?"

A surge of adrenaline coursed through me. I stilled myself, holding my breath, the silence heavy with anticipation."There's no one here, seol." His voice wavered slightly, a hint of desperation creeping in. "You're blowing this out of proportion."

Her bitter laughter rang out, filling the room with raw betrayal."Blowing it out of proportion?" She repeated, incredulous. "You're screwing some other woman, and I'm the one overreacting?"

The tension between them thickened, pressing down on me as I tried to stay still, though every fiber of my being buzzed with the chaos unraveling before me. Jungkook's attempts to pacify her were futile. He was drowning, and I could hear it in every word he uttered.

"I know exactly what's going on,Jungkook I know you're screwing someone else. Don't think for a second I'm stupid," seol spat, venom dripping from every syllable.

He tried to pacify her, his tone soft but anxious. "seol, please, not here. We can talk about this later-"

"Talk? You want to talk?" she snapped. "I want to see her,Jungkook I want to look that bitch in the eye and see exactly what kind of woman would crawl into bed with my husband." Her voice broke slightly at the end, laced with raw hurt beneath the fury.

jungkook 's voice tightened, more desperate now. "There's no one here. You're imagining thing seol, I swear-"

"Imagining things?" She laughed, the sound bitter and cutting. "Don't treat me like a fool. You think I didn't see the way you've been slipping off, making excuses? You're a liar, jungkook."

The door slammed shut with a definitive click, the argument finally moving outside. I exhaled a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding, crawling out from my hiding spot. Relief mixed with disappointment, like some bitter cocktail in my chest. As I straightened my clothes and fixed my hair in the mirror, I caught my reflection, and for a moment, I didn't recognize the woman staring back at me. There was no guilt, no shame-just cold calculation.

But then a thought cut through thechaos-Rosie.Jungkook's 's secretary had to be the one who tipped seol off. She always knew when I was here.

Was this seol's way of trying to catch me in the act, to humiliate me.

jungkook stumbled back into the office half an hour later, looking like he'd been dragged through the emotional battlefield of seol's rage. His tie was loosened, his shirt untucked, his hair a mess. He opened his mouth to say something, but I didn't need to hear it.Instead of indulging him, I slid my hand into my purse, pulling out his black card. Without a word, I tossed it onto his desk, the hard thud of plastic on wood a definitive punctuation to our relationship.

"Goodbye, jungkook," I said sharply, clipped, but deliberately devoid of emotion.

He flinched as if my words had physically struck him, his face crumbling with disbelief. "Yn, please," he rasped, his hand reaching for me, desperation leaking into his every move. "Don't do this. Not like this."

But I was already turning, my back to him as I walked toward the door. My steps were steady, fueled by the cold satisfaction of knowing he was grasping at the edges of something he couldn't control. I wanted him to feel the sting, to realize what he was about to lose, to know that he'd have to grovel if he wanted me back. This wasn't about ending things; this was about power. And I was reclaiming mine.

I could sense him behind me, like a predator sensing the prey slipping away. If jungkook wanted me, he'd have to crawl. He'dto lose, to know that he'd have to grovel if he wanted me back. This wasn't about ending things; this was about power. And I was reclaiming mine.

I could sense him behind me, like a predator sensing the prey slipping away. If Sebastian wanted me, he'd have to crawl. He'd have to beg. And I'd make sure he knew just how much he needed me, how much he craved what I could give him.

I reached for the door handle, a faint smile curling on my lips as I felt the power shift between us. The image of him on his knees flashed in my mind-the perfect picture of submission, needing me more than he'd ever let on. He might not realize it yet, but I was the one in control now. If he wanted to taste the fire again, it'd be on my terms.

Jungkook's hand shot out, gripping my wrist with a desperation that sent a shockwave through me. His fingers dug into my skin, not harshly, but enough to stop me in my tracks. There was a raw urgency in his touch, a silent plea that rattled something deep inside me. The familiar current of desire stirred, but I couldn't let myself get lost in it again. I couldn't be pulled back into this tangled mess, not this time.

"Yn, wait." His voice cracked, hoarse and broken, as if the words were dragged out of him against his will. The tremor in his voice mirrored the tremor in his hand, which held me like I was his last lifeline.I turned slowly, keeping my expression as guarded as possible, though my heart hammered in my chest. "Jungkook, this has to end. I can't keep living like this, hidden in the shadows of your life."

His grip on my wrist tightened, his eyes wide with a kind of panic I hadn't seen before. His body leaned closer, every part of him radiating desperation. "Please, don't go. I need you, yn. You're everything to me. You're all I have left."

There was a wildness in his eyes now, a vulnerability that pulled at the strings of my heart. But I couldn't allow myself to be fooled. Not again. "Am I really everything to you? Or just your escape?"

He shook his head, almost frantically, his breath coming quicker now. "Yes. Yes, I swear to you, yn, you are everything. I can't-I can't lose you. Not now. Not after everything."

His words sent a wave of satisfaction through me, but I forced myself to remain cold, detached. "Then show me," I said, my voice barely more than a whisper. "Show me I'm not just another fleeting desire. Prove that I mean more than that to you."

Jungkook stepped forward, closing the gap between us, his hand trembling slightly as he reached up to cup my cheek. His thumb brushed lightly against my skin, and I could see the desperation pooling in his eyes, threatening to drown me. "I'll do anything," he breathed, his voice raw. "Just tell me what you need, yn. I'll do it."

I held his gaze, searching for the sincerity beneath the desperation. "I need you to prove it. Jungkook." I whispered. Prove that I'm more than just a convenience, more than just an escape from your hell."

His eyes shone with something almost like determination as he nodded, swallowing hard. "I'll prove it. I'll do whatever it takes. Just... don't leave me. Please."

His words tugged at something deep within me, but I knew I couldn't stay. Not like this. Gently, I pulled away from his touch, stepping back even though every part of me wanted to close the distance between us again. "I need time to think," I said quietly, my voice steady even though my heart was anything but. "Please respect that."

Jungkook nodded, his shoulders slumping as though the weight of the world had settled onto them. "I'll wait for you," he said softly, the desperation never leaving his voice.

"I'll wait as long as it takes,.

After some days

It had been a week and two days since I last saw jungkook, and the absence gnawed at me like a dull ache buried deep in my chest. My resolve had kept me away, a fragile shield I built to reassess everything-his commitment, my own sanity-but even now, I could feel it cracking. Still, I held firm. I had to.

As the driver opened the door for me, I stepped out, the cool night air hitting my skin as the flash of paparazzi lights immediately followed my every move. My smile was painted carefully on my lips, a mask I wore with practiced ease, though my heart thrummed with the tension of a thousand unspoken words.

The gown I wore clung to my body like a second skin-a deep crimson masterpiece that was sultry and elegant in equal measure. The plunging neckline teased at my curves, while the slit on the side revealed a glimpse of thigh with every step I took, the silky fabric whispering across my skin like a lover's touch. It was designed to command attention, and tonight, I wanted it. I needed it.

I sipped from a flute of champagne, the bubbles tickling my lips just as my eyes scanned the room. And then, like a force of nature, there he was. Jungkook.

He entered the hall with the kind of presence that demanded attention, the room seeming to part for him as if he were royalty. My heart skipped, caught between elation and dread. But it wasn't just him. Seol was on his arm, her hand wrapped possessively around his bicep, her lips curving in a smile that made me want to scream. I swallowed the bitter taste in my throat, forcing my face to remain neutral, though inside, I was spiraling.

His eyes found mine, locking for just a heartbeat, and I could see it there-the conflict, the desire, the frustration that mirrored my own. In that brief exchange, a thousand things were said without a word. He wanted me. That much was clear. But still, he was by her side, playing the role of the dutiful husband.

My chest tightened as they approached, each step they took toward me making it harder to breathe. The sounds of the party around me faded, and all I could hear was the thudding of my own heart.

As our eyes met again, I fought to keep my composure, to maintain the careful control I had over myself. But then, as if the universe had a sense of humor, jimin appeared at my side. Jimin-the man who had once been a fleeting distraction during one of my lonelier nights.

He took my hand with exaggerated charm, kissing it as his eyes drank me in. "Yn, darling, you look absolutely ravishing tonight," he purred, his voice dripping with intent.

I smiled, playing along with the charade, but my attention never wavered from jungkook. "Thank you, jimin. You're looking quite dashing yourself."

Jimin chuckled, letting his hand trail lightly down my arm, his touch lingering in a way that was meant to be suggestive. "I've been thinking about our last... encounter," he murmured, his words thick with innuendo. "You left quite an impression."From the corner of my eye, I saw jungkook's jaw clench, his hand tightening just slightly on seol's arm as he watched us, his gaze sharp and possessive. He hated this, hated seeing me with another man, and the knowledge sent a wicked thrill through me.

Jimin, oblivious to the undercurrents between jungkookand me, leaned in even closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "Maybe we could... rekindle that fire tonight. What do you say?"

I gave him a coy smile, my fingers tracing the rim of my champagne glass. "Perhaps... but we'll see how the evening unfolds." I threw him one last flirtatious look before excusing myself, leaving him standing there as I glided toward the bathroom, fully aware that jungkook's eyes were burning holes into my back.

The moment I slipped inside the bathroom, I let out a shaky breath, bracing my hands against the cool marble countertop. My reflection stared back at me, lips painted red, eyes bright with anticipation. And then, just as I expected, the door opened, and there he was. Jungkook.

He shut the door behind him with a soft click, the sound echoingthrough the small, enclosed space. I could feel the jealousy radiating off him, thick and dangerous, as he stepped toward me.

I didn't turn around, but I smiled at my reflection, already feeling the familiar rush of excitement flooding my veins.

Jungkook's eyes smoldered with barely restrained desire as he closed the distance between us. Without preamble, his lips crashed against mine in a bruising kiss, filled with unspoken fury and possession. His fingers found their way to my throat, wrapping around it with a firm, claiming grip that made my pulse quicken.

He bent his head to my ear, his voice dark, gravelly, and dripping with command. "You let another man touch you, yn."

My heart hammered against my chest as the threat in his words stirred something deep inside me. His voice held that edge I both feared and craved, a mixture of anger and longing that always made me weak in the knees.

I shivered, but not from fear. It was the way he said my name, the way his words sent a ripple of heat coursing through my body. "And I can't do that?"

His lips trailed down my neck, a brief reprieve from his overwhelming presence, though the fire in his touch never diminished. He bit down gently on my skin before whispering against my flesh. "You can't. You belong to me."I turned my head, meeting his eyes with a smirk that I knew would provoke him. I wanted to push him further, to feel the wildness I knew lurked beneath his calm surface. "Then show me how much I belong to you."

His fingers flexed around my throat, a subtle reminder of the control he held over me, and the corner of his mouth curled upward into a dangerous smile. "Don't tempt me, yn."

My breath hitched as I stared at him, heat pooling in my core. "Tempting you is my specialty."

That was all it took. His mouth claimed mine once more, this time with an urgency that left no room for tenderness. The kiss was fierce, all-consuming, as if he were trying to erase the thought of anyone else from my mind. His hands moved swiftly, pinning my wrists above my head with a force that bordered on rough-exactly how I liked it. My back pressed against the cold tile wall, the contrast between its icy surface and the burning heat of his body sending a thrill of excitement straight through me.

"You drive me insane," he growled against my lips, his breath coming in ragged gasps.He released my wrists, the imprint of his grip still tingling on my skin as my arms fell to my sides. There was a brief pause-a moment where his eyes roamed over me, dark with a lust that made me tremble. Without hesitation, his hands found the hem of my dress and yanked it up, revealing the lacy black lingerie I had chosen just for him. The hunger in his eyes intensified as he drank in the sight, his jaw tightening with barely controlled restraint.

"Turn around," he commanded with dripping authority that sent a delicious shiver down my spine.

I did as I was told, my movements slow and deliberate, savoring the power I still held in defiance. I pressed my palms against the cool tiles, arching my back to offer myself to him completely. I felt his body close the distance behind me, his breath hot against my neck as his hands settled on my hips, pulling me roughly against him.

His fingers dipped under the lace of my panties, tugging them down just enough to expose the slickness between my legs. He groaned, the sound low and primal, his hands now working with a renewed urgency. With a swift motion, he pulled my panties down, the fabric pooling around my ankles.His hand came up to stroke between my legs, teasing my wet folds with the lightest of touches, just enough to drive me wild. I bit my lip, trying to contain the moan that threatened to escape as his fingers danced over me, building a slow, torturous rhythm.

"Do you feel that?" he murmured, a dangerous whisper against my ear. "That's mine. You're mine, yn."

I gasped, my hips pushing back instinctively against his hand, desperate for more. "Yes," I breathed. "All yours."

Without warning, he slid two fingers deep inside me, his roughness igniting a spark of pleasure that sent me reeling. His other hand returned to my throat, squeezing gently as his lips brushed against the shell of my ear. "Don't ever forget that."

I moaned as his fingers curled inside me, stroking that perfect spot that made my knees weak. His grip on my throat tightened just enough to make my breath catch, my body trembling from the delicious blend of pleasure and pressure. I could feel the intensity building in every nerve, my body on the edge of unraveling as his touch drove me higher and higher.

He worked me over, relentless in his pace, and with each thrust of his fingers, the coil inside me tightened. The mixture of roughness and control had me melting into him, my desire overtaking any sense of restraint. I pushed back harder, needing more, my body begging for the release that was so close I could almost taste it.

And then, as his thumb found my clit, he pressed down with the perfect amount of pressure. I shattered. My climax crashed overme, intense and consuming, my body convulsing against his. The moan that escaped my lips was loud and desperate, my nails clawing at the wall as I rode out the waves of pleasure.

But jungkook wasn't done. He continued to move inside me, prolonging the orgasm until I was trembling and weak in his arms, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

When he finally withdrew, I felt empty, my body still humming with the aftermath of what he had done. His hands lingered on my hips as he bent to whisper against my ear. "You'll remember who you belong to now, won't you?"

I nodded, unable to find my voice, still lost in the haze of pleasure.

He leaned close, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. "I'll send a car over tonight," he murmured. "We'll finish this later. I'm sure seol's already looking for me."

The mention of her name was like a bucket of ice-cold water thrown over the heat between us. My mood soured instantly, and without a word, I reached down and slipped my panties back on, the lace now feeling constrictive and uncomfortable. Jungkook caught the shift in my demeanor, his eyes softening as he leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to my forehead.

"I'm really sorry," he whispered, his tone sincere but hollow, like an apology he'd offered too many times before.I couldn't hold back the bitterness that crept into my voice. "You don't always have to say her name around me, you know. It's like you enjoy reminding me of the kind of relationship we have-like you want me to feel the sting of it."

He exhaled heavily, pulling me into his arms, though the comfort it offered felt like a cruel paradox. His touch soothed me, but his words-his reality-left bruises. "It doesn't matter what kind of relationship we have, yn. What matters is that you're mine, and I'm yours."

Be ready tonight