Sexual | j.jk x reader ✓

❦; in the end

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warnings mention of self h***

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"When will I get to meet baby brother, mama?" My daughter says, her 4 year old head trying to grasp the idea of a due date. I smile and pat her head. "Soon, baby. Trust me, he's safe in here with mama, okay!" I say. She giggles and wonders off into the house. I take a deep breath and try to stretch my back, my swollen belly always seeming to get in my way.

I walk over to my laptop on the kitchen island, glancing through all my emails. Business was really booming ever since I told my story...hundreds of people wanted my therapy services, it had been ranked the best in Bali. I glance over a heart breaking email, not for the patient themselves but the victim of their actions.

"Hello, Dr. L/n,
I am struggling, really badly, it's been years once all my bad doings, yet I can't stop thinking about all of them. For instance, I'm a huge player, jumping around girl to girl constantly, I tried going to sex addicts anonymous, but in fact it made it easier for me to find other women there. I had a wife...a gorgeous and loving wife that I brutally hurt, I ended up getting someone else pregnant...I hate myself for this especially. The day this mistress, my other partner, was supposed to give birth I...well I slept with her sister...and, well she passed during childbirth. I can't even see my child, haven't been, have no idea where he or she even is...all I know is that they are with their grandparents but...I need help, please."

Wow, what a case! As much as he sounds like an asshole, my duty is to not be judgmental in what they've done, just help them through everything they are feeling. I respond with an email back asking for some basic contact information and when they'd be available. I do online and in-person sessions, so overseas or far away clients have never been an issue either.

I hear the door to the house open and my daughter comes running from her room, open arms with the small pitter patter of her bare feet, jump into her fathers arms. "How was work, daddy?" She asks, cheerfully. "Oh, you know honey, still selling all the cool cars you love." He gives her a cheeky smile and sets her down, placing a kiss on her forehead.

I smile and walk up to my husband, kissing him and helping him take off his business attire. "So, I know our lovely daughter asked already, but how'd you do today, my dear?" I ask him. "Well I sold about 6 cars today, doing really well out here, bunch of illegal street racing has its benefits to my business!" He jokes, I laugh and walk back into the kitchen, grabbing a glass and pouring him some lemonade.

"Thank you, baby." He says, taking the glass and sitting on the couch in the living room. I grabbed my laptop and walked over to him on the couch, sitting right next to him. "So, I got a pretty narly client emailing me." I said, gesturing for him to look at the email. I see his eyes quickly scan the words.

He seems hesitant at first. "I mean, man sounds desperate, maybe we can raise the price on him since he's an obvious douche." He chuckles, I laugh back and close my laptop. "You don't think it's...you know." I ask, worried. My husband shakes his head no, sipping on his lemonade. "There's no way, it's been 4 and a half years since we've seen him, how would he know how to contact you or even where we live?" He says, he has a point, but then again...Jungkook was always the sneaky type.

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"So, I just feel like he doesn't care for me anymore." My client says to me, sniffling through Kleenex I had given her. I write down notes on my notepad and give her a warm smile. "Honey, if what he's doing is affecting you this badly...to the point of self harm, I think you should leave him. Believe me, I know how hard it can be, especially if you love that person a lot and just want to keep giving them those chances thinking they'll change, but no man is worth hurting yourself over, understand?" I say.

She looks at me with a somewhat happy expression, she gets up and walks over to me and asks for a hug that I gladly accept. "Now, it's obviously up to you what you end up doing, but I'm always here for you, okay?" I say. She gives me a nod and grabs all the tissues she had been using to throw them away. "When can I schedule my next appointment? Could I go out as far as two-three weeks from now? Give me time to take your advice into consideration." She says.

"Of course! Here, go ahead and fill this out for me-" there was a knock at the front door, I politely excuse myself and let my client fill out her form in peace. I open the front door expecting my next client but I'm fact it's was the worst possible person, him. Anger rises in my face and I have the immediate response to want to beat the shit out of him, but I can't, I won't let myself stoop that low.

"Oh, hello! I didn't know you had made an appointment with me today, let me go check my schedule and see if I can fit you in." I say as cheerfully as I could. He grabs my wrist and pulls me into him, standing there, my face in his neck, my body trying to pull away from him so our bodies weren't touching. "Jungkook...you reek of alcohol and weed, have you been shooting up again as well?" I ask, noticing the small bruised spots on his arm.

"Y-yeah, that's why I need your help...you know what I've done and gone through so I figured you'd be able to help me...I'm sorry for everything I've done, I really don't know who I was back then...please, could you ever forgive me?" He pleads, almost begging on his knees. I roll my eyes and I hear my daughter waking up from a nap, standing next to my legs and holding onto the bear her dad bought her.

"Mama, who is that?" She asks. I take her shoulder and slightly push her behind me, where just her head was poking out from the side of my hip. "This is an old friend, honey. His name is Jungkook, can you say hi?" I ask, she waves hi and shyly runs to her father, who was in his office. "Y-you have a daughter...and you're pregnant..." Jungkook says, he slowly walks up to me and lifts his hands as if to hold my belly, I back away.

"Do we have a new client, baby?" My husband walks from behind me and sees Jungkook, immediately filled with anger, just as I had. "You have a lot of nerve coming around here, did you really fly all the way from home to come ruin her life more than you already have?!" He yells, trying to be quiet enough to where my client and our daughter doesn't hear.

"Namjoon, I just want help. I know Y/n has proclaimed herself to be the best and since she knows exactly what I've done, I figured it would give me better closure." He whines. I stand there in shock and disgust. "Cl-closure?! For what? I should have had that closure, I deserved it! I did everything for you and you just decided to rip it all away, leaving me, ruining me entirely and now that I'm happy and have been out of your life for almost 5 fucking years, now you want my help?!" I yell, not even caring anymore who hears.

He starts taking steps back, shying away from my angered state, Namjoon holding me back just a bit to tell me he's not worth it. I shake my head and take a deep breath, placing a fake smile on my face.

"I don't want to ever see you again. I'm not going to help or aid you in anyway, even if you were on your deathbed, don't talk to me, Joon, my daughter, my soon to be son, or my father. Leave, Jungkook. I'm sure you can find amazing therapists that can help you just as well...I'm not feeding into your sexual fantasies any longer...hell, that's all you've ever cared about...good bye." I say, walking inside the front door and closing it behind me.

I drop in Joon's arms and cry, a deep sob emitting from me every now and then. It hurt so bad...even now, it hurt me to say such things to him, I still have love for him, I always will. For the person I thought he was and the person I wanted him to be.

But I guess in the end, we were never meant to be.