I rushed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me. Staring at my reflection, I couldn't believe what had just happened. It was wrong, utterly wrong.
Yet, a strange desire gnawed at me, a longing to feel that pleasure again.
"Pull yourself together, Y/N," I muttered, slapping my cheeks.
"What were you thinking? You let your brother-in-law touch you like that? What's wrong with you?"
Dread gnawed at me. I needed to avoid him before things escalated.
With a heavy sigh, I exited the bathroom and returned to the dining area. The meal was awkward, filled with a tension I couldn't ignore. I didn't understand myself.
I wanted to erase the memory, but a strange discomfort lingered. I craved Jungkook's attention.
Jimin retreated to our bedroom for a shower, while Jungkook disappeared into the living room.
His actions held little interest for me. Why do I care? I don't care! I don't care what he does. As long as it has nothing to do with me, I'm fine.
Humming softly, I began to clean the table and wash the dishes.
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Suddenly, strong arms wrapped around my waist, and a smile spread across my face.
**Author POV:**
A warm smile graced your lips as you imagined your husband's familiar embrace.
"Hey, let's cuddle later," you giggled.
"I need to finish these dishes—"
He pressed a tender kiss to your neck, his warm breath tickling your skin. You felt safe and secure in his arms, a sense of warmth enveloping you.
Your knees grew weak as he continued to kiss you, his hands gently caressing your chest.
A low moan escaped your lips as the massage sent waves of pleasure through your body.
He was about to slip his hand inside your shirt when a familiar scent struck you.
Your eyes widened in shock. It was... Jungkook.

"What do you think you're doing?!" you exclaimed, pushing him away.
"What? I'm just continuing what we were doing earlier," Jungkook replied confidently.
"Are you crazy? What if your brother sees us?" you retorted.
Jungkook stepped closer, his body pressing against yours as you leaned back, your buttocks pressed against the sink.
Jungkook grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. "Don't worry. Your useless husband is still showering."
