"Fuck Taehyung-" I scream as he continues to pump his fingers into me, making me reach my high and release in his mouth as his tongue laps on my core, taking in every drop of my release.
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You have always bee...
"Babe...I'm leaving" Seojoon speaks as he walks out the main door closing it behind him.
I am sitting on my couch, surfing through Netflix trying to select a new movie to watch. I do not like the feeling of sitting alone at home, waiting for my husband to come back after fucking whoever he is for the night.
We still haven't talked about the hickeys on his body or our 'individual' endeavors. I mean I know that he slept with someone that night but I don't think he knows or even suspects about Hoseok.
Does he even notice me enough to notice those prominent marks that Hoseok left on my body?
Or notice the increasing distance between us?
Or is he too blinded by his lust to see what we are becoming slowly?
I shake away these thoughts. I can't be thinking so negatively about the state of my marriage.
This is why I do not like staying at home alone! I mumble to myself in frustration.
Usually, during these moments, I either go to Namjoon's or speak to him on the phone or go outside. But today I don't feel like doing anything. It's been two days since I last spoke to Namjoon and I am not liking this weird tension between us.
This; avoiding each other, walking away when we see each other in a room, and not talking to each other phase is driving me mad. I miss the comfort he used to bring, the conversations we had and him giving me sensible advice to solve my issues and most importantly, I miss our relationship.
My eyes move towards the clock hanging on my wall, it's 8.30 in the evening. I refuse to stay here alone in this house and cry over my life. Determined to go out, I get off the couch and go to my room to change into a nice pair of clothes.
I am not staying in this empty house for another minute!
Changing into a deep red bodycon dress with stilettos and my hair open, flowing down my shoulders, I spritz some perfume on my pulse spots and leave for Tehyung's bar. Going out is better than staying home and thinking about all my mess.
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I reach the bar to see Taehyung mixing some drinks for another guest. I quietly sit down on the barstool and wait for him to finish up.
After serving the drink to his client, he looks in my direction, eyes meeting mine. He smiles "Give me a minute and I'll serve you your LIIT," he says, using his pointer finger to gesture one, and then goes back to mixing another drink while the guest he was serving turns his face in my direction.
The man is dressed handsomely in tight ripped jeans and a leather jacket, with cat-like eyes, observing my features as they trace along the contours of my body. Dark messy bangs cover his forehead, his tongue swiping over his lips, erupting into a sultry smile as his eyes meet mine.
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