PART 6

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Min Yoongi watched as Lee Jieun finished changing the covers of their bed. She was dressed in her white nightgown, the curves of her waist and hips visible as well as her erect nipples and her small bump. Her long silky black hair fell on her shoulders and she was humming a song he knew very well—it was the song that he made for their first dance as husband and wife. He remembered how she looked that night. She had changed out of her bridal gown and wore a pink dress that could make Aphrodite kneel down and praise her beauty. Her make up was light and her eyes stared into his with so much love and passion. He remembered how he felt that night—he felt like he was the luckiest man alive. The first time he saw her, Yoongi already knew she was going to be the woman that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. And that night, as they danced to the song he made and her head rested on his shoulder—he'd never felt happier. Then, the birth of their son happened and Yoongi was content. It was all he needed. He promised her that night as they swayed to the rhythm of Yoongi's song for her that they'll live a simple life, that he'd walk away and she told him that she believed him and trusted him. He wondered when she stopped believing and trusting him. He wondered when she'd turned her back on him.

Jieun caught him leaning against the door frame, making her gasp in surprise. "Jesus, Yoongi, you scared me." She plastered that beautiful smile of hers, walking towards the sofa set across their bed and placing the dirty covers on it. "Long day?" She asked as she opened her arms, as she always did, and softened her gaze at her husband.

As always, Yoongi walked towards her, shutting the door behind him and walked into her arms. He hugged her tight, burying his face into the crook of her neck. She smelled of vanilla. Her fingers curled his hair, her other hand rubbing comforting circles around his back. "Let's lie down, yeah?" She whispered ever so softly.

Yoongi faced her, hands on her waist as her arms wrapped loosely around his neck. "You need a haircut, love." She told him. "And a shave."

His heart twisted. He wished she just admitted to the affair and maybe—maybe he'd be able to forgive her—but here she was, acting like the perfect wife. Yoongi held her face in his hands as he stared deeply into her eyes. "I know, Jieun. I know. I know about the affair, I know that my sister knew and helped you get away with it and I know about you killing my father."

They said that the eyes never lie and Yoongi proved the statement to be right. Jieun's arms fell from his neck and she took a step back, her lips trembling. "Yoongi..."

The dark haired man approached her and she fell on the edge of their bed, Yoongi towering over her. She sobbed in her hands. "You crying won't make any difference." He told her, keeping himself as calm as he can endure.

She stared up at him. "It's your fault."

"How?" He asked.

Jieun rose from the bed, clenching her fists as her soft gaze turned cold. Yoongi felt his heart clench. "You traded me, traded your son for the life you promised you'd walk away from but we're still here! We're still fucking here!"

"I didn't trade you and Minhyuck." Yoongi said through gritted teeth.

Jieun scoffed, placing her hands on his chest and pushed him away. "You did, Yoongi. You did. Stop telling yourself otherwise." She wiped her tears as she took a deep breath. "It's so lonely in here, Yoongs," She said, fresh tears building up in her eyes. "It's so huge and so cold and it gets so lonely. What the hell did you expect me to do? I missed you but you were almost never around. You were married to the life you promised me you'd walk away from and I became the mistress. What the hell did you expect me to do?"

"I expected you to keep your vows!" He exclaimed, pointing his finger at her. "For better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love, to cherish and to obey!" He loosened the tie around his neck as his chest rose steadily, a burning sensation swirling inside him. He clenched his fist and screamed. "Fuck! I'm putting my fucking life on the line for you and our son and this is what I fucking get?!"

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