𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐗

shooting sparks

>Hi y'all!!

So sorry for the late update 😔 this weekend I've been so busy that I forgotten about updating, again, thank u for ur patience<3

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Chaeyoung stared up at the ceiling, the mirror, watching her own reflection dwarfed by the bed around her, her hair fanned out over the green pillows, the clock striking 11 beside her. It had been a week of her watching this every night, of sleeping in this bed every night, and she still wasn't used to it. It felt sinful, watching herself on those sheets, surrounded by the opulence, letting her imagination run wild. But she wasn't used to it. One week had passed and she had barely even seen her husband. He had been very, very busy apparently with some business, too busy to even acknowledge her existence. She didn't know why that made her upset but it did and she didn't understand it and that made her angry.

Jungkook had been so busy that he had studiously avoided her, even when living in the same room. A part of her was impressed since it was no easy feat to pull off. He was up and out of the room before she woke up and came in late after she had slept. What he did in the meantime, she did not know. But while he did not acknowledge her existence, he made sure his men did. Ever since the night of the break-in, the security had grown ten-folds in the house itself. She had, over the days, started interacting with the men and the one thing she gathered was that they were all taking the breach personally, like they had somehow failed their Captain. And don't even get her started on how they behaved around her. While they had been vigilant before, now it had become stifling. She could not walk anywhere in the house without eyes following her, could not laugh in the kitchen with Raisa or watch movies with Seulgi or just work in her office without knowing men were hovering around, ready to burst in at the slightest sound. She had appreciated it for the first two day, then not so much. It was stifling and suffocating and she was royally pissed because she didn't even know what it was for.

Over the past week, she had devised and discarded at least ten dozen plans on how to get to the evidence against her father and finally an opportunity had presented itself when she had been told by Namjoon, on behalf of her elusive husband, that they had been invited to her old house for a Bratva party that her father was throwing, and they had to attend it the next night. And she had suddenly known that her father's office was the last resort if she hoped to find any physical, incriminating evidence because Jungkook had told her that there was no digital proof anywhere. Knowing her skills as he did, she believed he wouldn't be idiotic enough to do that. But he was idiotic enough to avoid her for an entire week.

Yup. She was pissed and every night she had fallen asleep, tired from the day and woken up knowing she had missed him again. Oh, she knew he had come to the room every night, like he had said he would. The signs of his presence lingered after he left- the cushions on the couch would be dented, the room would smell woodsy and muskier than it had the night before, the mirror in the bathroom would be steamed from his shower. And one night, when she had fallen asleep reading on her tablet, she had woken up to find it placed on the bedside table, with her glasses folded neatly on top of it and herself tucked in. And with blinding clarity, she had known that it had been he who had tucked her in the night of their wedding too, and not Jimin. And she did not like the way her heart fluttered at the thought.

Speaking of Jimin, she had closely observed him the past week and noticed subtle changes in him. He had stopped giving Jungkook the stink-eye and instead something more along the lines of respect had replaced it. Her logical mind told her there could be many reasons for that but her gut told her it was because Jimin knew. He was in on whatever was going on and he still hadn't told her and she was starting to get raving mad at all the pigheaded men around her. She had tried to lure answers out of Namjoon and all she had gotten were indulgent smiles and an infuriating poker face. Jimin had been very vigil in her protection but it was high time to corner him now. He was her friend first, his loyalty was to her first and not to her husband who sneaked in and out of their bedroom like a snake. And no, it wasn't their bedroom like their bedroom, just the room they both slept in. Separately. And without her knowledge to the timings he kept.