My Hidden Secret

chapter 5(M)

taehyung pov

I hear jungkook's door to the hallway open and barely restrain myself from rushing out to intercept him. I should have prohibited him from going to that club, locked him in his room, and thrown away the key.There's no reason for me to give a fuck where he goes. he'll have Marco and Nicolas with him, so he will be perfectly safe from harm. And I made sure they know to deter any man who may dare approach him. Still, I keep staring at the laptop without actually seeing the numbers on the screen.I'm too focused on the sound of high heels clicking on the hardwood as   jungkook walks by my door.Five minutes pass. The rumble of a car as it leaves the driveway reaches me through the window. I keep staring at the screen. Seven days. That's how long it has been since he became my wife and he's been fucking with my brain since. It started the first night I caught him pleasuring himself. Until that moment, I had myself convinced he was still a child and that thinking about him in any other way would be sick. Well, I haven't been able to think of him as an adolescent after that, even though I've tried, because he keeps playing with his pussy every single night. And like the sick fuck I am, I come to watch every time .I avoid him at all costs during the day, occupying myself with work, but I can't stay away at night. The moment I hear his first moan, I'm drawn to that damn door. And then, I open it and stand on the threshold like some psycho, watching jungkook arching his body with his hand between his legs.The first few nights he wore pajamas, but then he switched to short silky nightgowns, his lacy panties the only thing obstructing my view. I close the laptop. he's seen me watching.And not only that, but he also doesn't stop when he notices me lurking in the doorway. he captures my gaze and holds it like I'm his prisoner, not averting his eyes for even a second until that last moment when the tremor  stake over his body before he comes. he knows I'm watching every time,and that fact gets me even harder. I've had to find my own release after—in the shower, gripping my cock and imagining I'm inside him until I explode all over my hand. A thirty-five-year-old man pumping his cock in a shower while fantasizing about a nineteen-year-old boy. Jesus fuck.Just because jungkook acts like someone much older doesn't make it better. Neither does him pretending the next morning that nothing happened. he comes downstairs for breakfast, all regal and composed—impeccable manners and calm face—as if everything is perfectly in order.Another minute trickles by. There's no way I'm going to that party after him. To a club full of other men. Younger men. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Fuck.Jumping up from my desk, I grab my holster and the jacket from the chair, curse again, and leave the room.* 

 There are at least a hundred other men in the club, most of them wearing tight short dresses. And who has the tightest and the shortest one ?My wife. And as if that wasn't bad enough, it's white, making him glow like a fucking lighthouse under the neon lights.I grab a glass of seltzer from the bar, squeezing it in my hand. I don't drink alcohol, but as I watch jungkook from my spot in the dark corner, I'm seriously tempted to start. he's standing at a tall round table, his brother on his right, and Milene Scardoni and two boys I don't recognize on the left.Nicolas and Marco are a few paces behind him, watching the crowd. I notice Bianca Scardoni perched at the end of the bar, clutching his Russian husband around his neck and smiling as he whispers something in his ear.Mikhail Orlov at a nightclub. I shake my head. Now I've seen everything.There's a group of guys at the table next to jungkook's. I noticed them the moment I came in. One of them in particular. He's in his early twenties,blond, and wearing a tight black T-shirt. He's leaning his elbows on the table in a way that showcases his meager-looking biceps. My grip on the glass in my hand tightens. Milene and the other two boys are looking in his direction and giggling, but he's focused on my wife. jungkook doesn't look at him. he seems to be interested in Bianca Scardoni and his husband. As I watch, the blond kid calls the waiter,says something in his ear, and motions with his hand toward jungkook. The waiter nods and leaves. Did that little shit dare send my wife a drink?The glass in my hand shatters.