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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"I love you, do you though?"
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chapter nine.
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Taehyung didn't know how it came to this.
Just minutes ago, they were talking, lips brushing between words, and now—he was on top of her, their breathing tangled like vines, hearts pounding in sync.
His mouth trailed down the smooth column of her neck, tasting the warmth of her skin, marking her with kisses that deepened into something more desperate—something he shouldn't want.
Lisa's head tilted instinctively, her hand threading through his hair as he nipped at the curve of her collarbone. "Tae..." she breathed, barely audible. "You're... insane."
"I know," he whispered against her skin, smirking against the sweet sound of her voice. "But you like it."
Lisa didn't answer. Her silence was enough.
Taehyung's hands glided over her waist with an ease that came from familiarity he shouldn't have. He shouldn't be here. Not with her. Not in the bed she shared with someone else. But everything about Lisa—her scent, her voice, the way she looked at him like he wasn't married—pulled him in like gravity. It didn't matter how wrong it was.
"Keep your voice down," he murmured against her throat, "unless you want your boyfriend walking in on us."
Lisa stiffened, only for a second. Her eyes flicked toward the door. "Did you lock it?" she asked, her voice low, breathless.
Taehyung didn't answer. Instead, he leaned in closer, brushing her ear with his lips. "Would it matter if I didn't?"
She swallowed. A shiver ran through her.
"I'd show him how good I make you feel," he added, voice rich with unspoken hunger. "He'd never forget it."
Lisa's thoughts were a mess. Her body betrayed her—leaning into him, craving more, even when her mind screamed for control. This shouldn't be happening. But she didn't stop him.
She closed her eyes and clutched the sheets, her legs tangled with his. Taehyung explored every inch of her like he was trying to memorize her. With every touch, he unraveled her—pulling her into something deeper, something neither of them would walk away from unscarred.
He hovered above her again, face inches from hers, his breath heavy. "We're just getting started, baby," he said, teasing. His playful pout betrayed the storm in his chest. A boyish charm twisted with grown-man need.
Lisa blinked up at him, still reeling. "You don't get tired, do you?"
"No," he smiled, "Not when it's you."
Then he kissed her again—soft, slow, addictive.
She didn't remember when they fell asleep, only that his arms were around her, their legs still tangled in the sheets, and his scent buried in her skin.
She felt strangely at peace.
Even if just beyond the bedroom door, someone else who loved her slept unknowingly.
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Meanwhile, across the city...
Taehyung's phone buzzed for the seventh time.
Jisoo sat on their bed, her chest rising and falling in irritation, her thumb hovering over the call button again. She stared at the screen, his name still unresponsive. Her call history was filled with unanswered attempts.
She tried his office next—only to be told that Taehyung hadn't been in all day.
She clenched her phone tightly. "Where are you?" she whispered, her mind racing with possibilities she didn't want to believe.
But she wasn't naive.
With a huff, she stood and threw the phone down on the mattress, pacing the floor like a lioness trapped in a cage.
"Damn you, Kim Taehyung."
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Just as she was about to storm out of the room, the sound of the front door opening startled her.
She froze.
But it wasn't her husband.
"Mrs. Kim?" she blinked, seeing Taehyung's mother standing gracefully in the living room.
"Oh," Jisoo quickly composed herself, tucking away the storm behind a practiced smile. "I didn't expect you here."
Taehyung's mother gave her a gentle smile. "I was just nearby and thought I'd visit. It's been a while since I saw you."
The two women sat together on the couch, Jisoo calming her nerves. She was still dressed perfectly, poised like the wife everyone expected her to be.
"Is Taehyung not home?" Mrs. Kim asked, her gaze lingering a little longer than usual.
"No," Jisoo said sweetly, "He had something at work—urgent, I think."
"Mm. He's been busy lately, hasn't he?" Mrs. Kim said, sipping her tea, though something unreadable lingered in her expression.
"Yes, but we're okay," Jisoo replied with a smile, lying with such ease she almost believed it herself.
Mrs. Kim studied her quietly for a moment. Then she placed her cup down, her voice softer now. "If ever... something happens—between the two of you—don't hesitate to come to me, Jisoo."
Jisoo blinked.
"And if someone," Mrs. Kim added, "ever tries to take him away from you... you let me know. I won't stay quiet."
