The Regrets [Kim Namjoon]

Punishment

Namjoon: Did I really hurt her that much? Did I exceed my limitations? Why is my heart hurting so badly after witnessing her cry? I talked brutally to her last night, and this morning I was upset with myself rather than her. I was irritated with myself since I couldn't contain myself after seeing her. What lunacy overtook me was that I couldn't contain myself. I was upset with myself, and I vented my fury on her. How much I have harmed her. I should stop her and apologize to her. He's ready to leave the room when his feet are halted by memories of the past.

"She has betrayed you, Hyung, she is a treacherous girl, she is only concerned with your money and your status, she is only concerned with satisfying the hunger of the body, she is only concerned with pleasure, she has used both of us."

Namjoon: THIS IS WHAT SHE DESERVES

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Namjoon Pov

When NAMJOON returns to his room, he can't stop thinking about Y/N. The thought of her crying was causing him pain in his heart. He was clueless as to why he was experiencing these emotions. Even though he ought to have detested the girl, he was upset with himself for it.

Two years later, I returned to Korea. My father's close friend, Mr. Cha Un Lee, who was about to retire, was willingly selling us, even though I didn't want to come. This was an excellent value. It was one of the greatest corporations, but he didn't have any relatives to carry on the business, so he gave it to me, and I was unable to turn it down.

I avoided this place for two years because I couldn't face that girl. How can I forget the cheater? Who married me while sharing a bed with my brother? and killed my child. I'll never forgive that girl. She is a cheater. A disloyal girl who just deserves my hatred.

I was sitting in my VIP suite. This club was well-known; several of my friends were present, and I had come to meet them. I didn't feel like clubbing or partying; this area simply reminded me of sadness. At this point in the city, there were just recollections of the malicious girl. I wanted to forget the times I had spent with her here.

It was once the most valuable and beautiful moments in my life, but she wrecked it.

I was immersed in my thoughts when I noticed a familiar face. She was dancing with another person on the dance floor. I couldn't believe my eyes, so I got closer to check. I was standing beside the bar. So I can see her clearly.

There was a man standing next to me who had been peering at my wife...Ex-Wife  for some time. He looked at her with passionate eyes, as if he were undressing her with his gaze. I am furious not at the man, but at my wife for the bravery she displayed. How did she get to this club dressed like that? Is she enjoying herself now that I am not with her? Is she delighted that I am no longer in her life? That is why she loves going to the club and partying.

The man commented, "I'm going to make this girl scream my name all night. "I think her pussy will feel very tight." As he says this, my tolerance break and I smashed the man, knocking him to the ground.

I'm not sure how I lost control of myself. I was continually punching the dude. He was constantly bleeding from his nose and lips. People had gathered and were staring at us.

Then my gaze landed on her. She stood behind me. I gazed at her. Her eyes were full with terror.

I had no control over myself; I simply needed to get her out of here. She wasn't intended to be here; she's mine, and no one has the right to touch or even look at her. When she saw me, she raced out, and I followed her.

She was walking towards her car when I grabbed her hand and turned her towards me. She tried, but I was beyond my control. I was furious, but I didn't want to hurt her.

I'm not sure why I wanted to take her away from here. My heart only wanted to conceal her from the rest of the world and take her somewhere far away where no one could see her.

In-car ride Her remarks made me enraged. I'm not sure why, but there was pain in her words. For a while, my heart wanted to trust what she said, but then the same old thoughts began to swirl about in my head.

I took her to my penthouse, which I just bought. This location was distant from the city and in a peaceful region where no one would bother us. I pulled her inside and shoved her onto the bed.

I didn't plan to hurt her; I only wanted her to stay with me. Two years is a long time to forget someone, but how could I forget the person I adored more than myself?

I'm sure she'll misinterpret me. Was her love so fleeting that she struggled to spend even a few seconds with me? Her words and presence were driving me insane. I wanted to keep her with me while simultaneously getting away from myself. I'm not sure what I want; what type of dilemma is this?

I do not have control over myself or my words. I'm attempting to persuade myself that my wife is a traitor by talking harshly with her and trying not to forget what she did to me. But why do her presence and her tears hurt me?

When she walked toward the door, I wanted to stop her. Please do not go. I've been suffering for two years. I had to stop her from heading out, so I walked toward her.

I lost myself again—her gorgeous eyes, her lips—I couldn't help myself; my lips were on her before I could think.

Stop me, Y/N; push me; stop me. I was shrieking this in my head, but she did not move; she melted under my touch. Was she still craving my touch? Did she have the same strong feelings for me? Did you miss me as much as I did? Do you still love me?

I felt her hands on my hair. Her moans: Is this all an illusion? Is it love or physical hunger? Are you so hungry that you wouldn't mind sleeping with your ex-husband? My head was full of my own thoughts, and my heart and intellect were waging different battles.

By the time I came up, I was lying naked next to her, breathing heavily, and she was asleep in my arms like a newborn. The scene used to be the most beautiful sight to me, but now that I recall the misdeeds she committed, my heart is filled with anger. We were overjoyed that we could have started a family. What was missing from my affection that you had for my own brother? Was I not enough for you?

I was frustrated with myself for not being able to get rid of this traitor's love. I couldn't stop myself from touching her. I felt disgusted with myself for sleeping with her.

I walked to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. How did I forget two years of pain? I should not have done this. I will not be weak again because of her. I really hate you.

I struck the mirror in rage, and it broke. My hand was bleeding, but I couldn't feel it because I was so angry. I kept hitting until I was satisfied with the punishment.

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