Cream Soda

Chapter 7

The door opened and then closed to the sound of heavy dress shoes frantically stepping around the bungalow floor. Candlelight and rose petals set the scene as your husband effortlessly carried you around his waist, his lips attacking your neck. The moonlight reflecting off the ocean cast into the small villa, painting waves across the warm wood walls.

The soft mattress came into contact with your back as he laid you across the bed, hands snaking all over your body like a fiend. You felt your body temperature rise as his hands explored every inch of your skin. You felt yourself becoming lost in the moment, unable to stop your heart from racing as his fingers explored you further. His lips were warm and gentle as they moved down to yours and you felt yourself melting into him. You felt a wave of pleasure wash over you as you felt his lips and tongue explore every inch under your thin skirt. You felt yourself becoming lost in the intensity of the moment. His hands caressed your skin as he returned to your upper half, your eyes still wide with surprise. He leaned in and whispered in your ear, "It's a promise that I will never forget this night, yeosin."

You felt your heart racing as you wrapped your arms around him, your lips meeting in a passionate kiss. You two continued, pleasure-filled gasps and whispers filling the salty, beach-front air.

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Sudden thuds came across the villa door, waking you up. You looked around, confused, seeing you were still in the bungalow with your nude husband attached at your hip. You shook his shoulder to wake him up, telling him what was going on. Just then, you heard the door unlock and open, shuffles of sandals running across the floor.

It was your best friend, Baekhyun. He raised his arms in celebration, two bottles of champagne in his hands. His sunglasses sat at the tip of his nose, his button-down barely buttoned enough to cover his midriff.

"I spy with my little eye ... my favorite love birds!!" he exclaimed, putting the bottles of champagne down. "Ven, ven, Y/n. Ooooh how are youuu~??"

Baekhyun dragged you into a hug, completely looking over the fact you had nothing to cover your body apart from the comforter. You smiled, missing him dearly, had it been months since you saw each other. You embraced him tightly, feeling the warmth of his arms around you. You both laughed, and Baekhyun kissed the top of your head before pulling away. He picked up the champagne bottles and said, "Let's have a toast!"

You nodded, looking behind you to include Chanyeol. He did not look happy. You mentally sighed but then were handed two glasses of champagne. You handed one to Chanyeol then clicked glasses with Baekhyun.

"To us, and to many more years of friendship and love!" Baekhyun said excitedly, interlocking arms with you to take a love shot. You both took a sip of the champagne, and Baekhyun smiled, "Now let's catch up!"

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"Why the hell is he here?"

You sighed, turning behind you with both hands trying to put an earring in. You wanted to roll your eyes at Chanyeol and turn away, but you chose peace. He stepped closer to you as he slipped on his loose-knitted cardigan, staring you down.

"Why does Baekhyun have to follow us every where?" he interrogated, wanting you to respond to him.

"Why can't he? He's my best friend, Chanyeol."

"Yeah, a best friend you fucked," he muttered.

Your stomach dropped. You turned around to face yourself in the mirror, trying to ignore what he just said.

"Surprise, Y/n. I knew all this time. Xiumin told me before I came home."

You tried to ignore him. Though he wasn't going to live it down. You did nothing wrong. You never cheated, but honestly, you could care less what he believed at this point.

"I can't believe you did this to me, Y/n. How could you cheat on me?"

"Oh, spare me, Chanyeol! You're acting like you're innocent. You cheated on me! I never did anything."

"That was a mistake, yeosin. A stupid one-night stand. I didn't think you'd find out. I never wanted to tell you."

"Wow, what a great apology. And I suppose my affair that you happen to believe in was just a casual fling too?"

"You're damn right it was! Do you think you can just go off and sleep with whoever you want? You're mine, Y/n," he said, putting a firm hand on your shoulder.

You shove your shoulder to get his hand off of you. "Despite the fact all of that is false, I'm not yours, Chanyeol. We're not each other's property. You don't get to dictate who I am or what I do."

"I do when you're supposed to be with me! You're my wife, and I won't let you ruin this marriage," he snarled.

"Chanyeol, you're the one who ruined it first. And now you want to play the victim? This marriage has been long gone and you keep coming back to me," you said between light tears, finally turning to look up at him. He towered over you sitting on the vanity pouf.

He leaned down, his hand returning to you, this time grabbing your face. His fingers squeezed your cheeks, feeling the pain from your teeth gritting against them."I'm not playing anything! You betrayed me, and I won't let you walk away from this."

You paused, in shock, a direct example of his toxicity and abuse forming in front of your eyes. You shook your head from side to side, trying to break free from his grip.

"You're so controlling, Chanyeol. I can't live like this. We need to end this toxic cycle," you muttered through your puffed lips.

"End it? No, yeosin. You're not leaving me. You're mine, and you'll stay that way forever."

You managed to get his hand off of you. You stood up, grabbing your tote bag and shoving clothes and your necessities in it. You only grabbed your essentials, forgetting about anything else. You just wanted out of that hellhole.

"I won't be owned, Chanyeol. We're over. I'm packing my things and leaving you behind. This love is old and I know that I made up my mind."

Chanyeol grabbed your arm. "You can't leave me, Y/n. I won't let you."

"Let go of me, Chanyeol! I won't let you control my life any longer."

"I love you so-"

"Please, just let me go, Chanyeol!" you started to break down in front of him. "This is for the better of our sanities. You don't love me. You love the image of me."

You wrench your arm free from Chanyeol's grip. You stand up, facing him with newfound strength.

"I can't believe I let you control me for so long. I won't be your possession, Chanyeol. We're done!"

"You think you can just walk away? You're delusional if you believe that, Y/n."

"I won't let your possessiveness suffocate me any longer. We both made mistakes, but this toxic relationship ends now."

"You're not leaving, Y/n. I won't let you ruin us," he repeated.

"There is no "us" left to ruin, Chanyeol. It's over. I won't be a prisoner in this relationship any longer."

"You'll regret this," he said, backing away from you.

"Regret? No, Chanyeol. I regret staying with someone who doesn't respect me for eight years. I'm taking back control of my life."

As you head towards the door, Chanyeol grabs a nearby picture frame and hurls it against the wall, shattering the glass. "You can't leave! We're meant to be together!"

"Not anymore, Chanyeol. I deserve better than this. Goodbye."