Taehyung thought he had everything he ever wanted, money, success, and a beautiful, responsible wife. But what he didn't expect was to be drawn to a girl he met at a bar, someone who would shake his emotions and leave him questioning everything.
Now...
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"she's so beautiful, i want her"
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chapter two. _
"A sudden interest, huh?" Jimin smirked, throwing an arm around Taehyung's shoulder.
Taehyung had just asked about Lisa—her name, where she usually hangs out, anything. He didn't even know why. There was just... a sudden pull. A strange curiosity.
Jungkook blew a bubble with his gum, side-eyeing Taehyung who was clearly deep in thought. He looked torn—thinking about Jisoo, probably. Jungkook could already tell. Taehyung felt guilty for even asking about another woman when his wife had done nothing but stay loyal and understanding.
"Just drop by the bar around midnight," Jungkook said while filling a glass of water. "I think she wants you too."
Taehyung stared blankly at the floor. He didn't know what he was doing. Lisa wasn't even his type—he hated the idea of women who threw themselves around. But her aura... that stayed in his head.
"C'mon dude," Jimin scoffed with a laugh. "Lisa's not like that. Sure, she goes to bars, but it's the men that chase her. Almost all of them are down on their knees just to get a piece of her."
"Facts," Jungkook added, taking a seat beside Taehyung and placing a hand on his thigh. "You know Jackson? The CEO of one of the biggest companies in Seoul? He tried to get her too. Got rejected."
"True that," Jimin said, popping a chip into his mouth. To be honest, he also liked Lisa—but he knew once Taehyung showed interest, no one else stood a chance.
Taehyung didn't say a word. He just leaned his head back on the couch and let out a deep sigh. All he really wanted was to go home and lie beside Jisoo. But here he was, sitting in his office, talking about a girl he once called a "bitch."
"It's already 10 p.m., bro. Go home," Jimin reminded, wiping down Taehyung's desk even though he wasn't paid to do so. Jimin and Jungkook helped him out here and there, mostly because they knew how terrifying Taehyung's dad could be.
Within a few minutes, the place was clean. Jimin wiped his sweat and looked over at Jungkook, who had just finished clearing leftover food from the table.
"Let's hit the bar," Jungkook said, slinging his bag over his shoulder.
Jimin nodded, then glanced at Taehyung, who looked lost in his seat.
"Go home, Tae. Jisoo's probably waiting."
They were already heading out when Taehyung suddenly stood up. The two boys looked back at him, raising their brows.
"I... want to come," Taehyung finally said, voice low.
They shared a knowing smirk.
"Whipped already?" Jimin teased, grinning from ear to ear.
Taehyung rolled his eyes. "Bastards. Let's go."
They all headed out. No guilt. Not tonight. Taehyung just wanted a break—from work, from pressure, from being perfect.
While Jungkook drove, Taehyung opened his messages and sent Jisoo a quick text, telling her he was still working late. A lie. But she bought it. She replied sweetly, as always.
He smiled faintly, then slid his phone into his pocket and leaned against the window. The slow motion of the car made him feel strangely calm.
"We're here," Jungkook finally said, rubbing his temples.
They stepped out. As expected, a few girls were already outside, clearly waiting for attention. Taehyung didn't even glance their way. Jimin, however, wasted no time chatting with them.
The three of them entered the bar and found an open couch. Taehyung grabbed a beer, his eyes lazily scanning the place. He hadn't realized how high-end this club was until now. The gold frames on the walls, the velvet lounge seats—everything screamed luxury.
He stretched his neck slightly, not realizing how many girls around them blushed at the sight.
"Oh, shit—she's here," Jungkook muttered.
Taehyung's eyes followed his line of sight, and there she was. Lisa.
She walked in with her friends—just as stunning and intimidating as he remembered. Her confidence lit up the room. Everyone noticed.
Suddenly, Lisa sat beside Taehyung. Jungkook instantly stood, not wanting to third wheel. He backed off without a word.
Taehyung froze. She was even more beautiful up close. Sexy, sharp, magnetic.
He had always thought she was just some club girl looking for attention. But now, sitting beside him calmly sipping her beer, he realized—she wasn't chasing anyone. Everyone chased her.
She turned to him, locking eyes. Those wide, doe eyes. And just like that...
Taehyung felt himself harden.
He quickly shifted away, trying to keep control.
But then, his phone buzzed on the table. He looked down.
Caller ID: Wifey.
Jisoo.
He stared at the screen for a second... then declined the call.
When he looked up, Lisa was already smirking.
"So... you have a wife." Her voice was low, teasing. She leaned in closer, eyes never leaving his.
