Mrs. Original Visual (Irene x Fem Reader)

Chapter Six

You silently stand up and get dressed, careful not to make any sound lest you wake Rosé up.

You screwed up. You're angry with yourself. How could I let this happen?

You're a cheater. Even if it was just one night, you still slept with someone else. How will you face your wife and child?

You're just about to sneak out but you hear a soft, sweet voice that freezes you in place. "Leaving so soon, [Y/N]?"

You turn to face Rosé; she has sat up, hugging the comforter to her chest so as not to expose her breasts.

"Rosé, I..." You trail off. You don't even know what to say to the woman whom you slept with. "I'm sorry about last night. I'm so so sorry."

She smirks at you. "I'm not."

You look at her in disbelief; how can she say that?

"Please don't tell Irene," you beg, praying to God that she'll listen. "Or to anyone that may tell her."

She stands up and walks to you, disregarding the fact that her naked body is now exposed to you. She puts her arms around your body. "I won't tell anyone."

She starts kissing you. And you know that you should push her away; it's the right thing to do. But your body refuses to obey and instead, you kiss her back.

Thank goodness you get interrupted when her phone rings.

She pouts. "I would've loved to cook breakfast for you but duty calls."

You know deep in your core that you shouldn't. That you should run back to your wife and apologize for being so fucked up.

But instead, you give the naked woman in front of you a peck on the lips. "It's okay. You can do that for me next time," you say.

She smirks at you and your stomach tightens; you suddenly feel the urge to make love to her but you ignore it. "So there will be next time?"

And this time, nothing else in the world matters — not your sanity, not Irene, not even Kai. You just simply smile at Rosé and nod in response to her question.

You give her one last kiss and walk away from her. Cheater, a voice in your mind says. Disgusting.

But you don't care. You're even whistling How You Like That as you walk to your car. "I can make this work," you mutter to yourself as you buckle your seatbelt.

Your mind is so occupied by thoughts of you and Rosé naked in bed that you don't even realize how long you've been driving. You just find yourself parking your Range Rover in your garage.

You brace yourself for what awaits you inside the house. You feel like Irene will be coming for your throat the moment she sees you.

That thought disappears as soon as you enter, though, and you breathe a sigh of relief. You find your wife sleeping on the couch.

The guilt suddenly rushes over you again. She does not deserve to be lied to, to be cheated on. Now that you see her, you realize that you're a horrible person and your heart breaks for your clueless wife.

I should confess to her, you say in your head.

You peck her on the temple and she instantly wakes up. "Hey, baby," she says as she sits up. "I waited all night for you. Where were you?"

"I was with Joy. We drank. Then..." You trail off. You look at her with sad eyes, unsure how you'll tell her about your infidelity.

She looks in your eyes for a long time, waiting for you to go on. When she realizes that you've lost words, she takes your hand in hers and gives it a gentle squeeze.

"Look, baby, I'm sorry about last night." Her voice sounds sincere, making you hate yourself even more. "I was just so tired. I promise to do better."

"I'm sorry, too," you say with a heavy heart. She probably thinks that you're apologizing for storming out, but the truth is there's a lot more about last night to say sorry for.

You sit next to her and hug her. Your tears escape your eyes in an instant as you hold your wife close to your chest.

She pulls away from the hug to look at you. "What's wrong?" Worry is evident in her expression as she wipes your tears.

"I'm so sorry, Joohyun. For everything."

It's her turn to hug you. You hide your face in the crook of her neck.

She doesn't even know what you're apologizing for but with all sincerity, she replies, "It's okay, love. It's all okay."

Jesus Christ, I really fucked up a lot, you think to yourself.