The Unfaithful

10

Y/N smirked as she watched Jungkook squirm, enjoying the chaos she was stirring. "Not today, Satan," She whispered under her breath, but her moment of amusement was interrupted by a soft knock on the door.

Jungkook's eyes darted to the door, and Y/N followed his gaze. The door creaked open, revealing a familiar face-her. The woman from his office. The one who had been perched on his lap like she owned the place. The audacity of her to show up in front of Y/N, the legal wife. Y/N smiled to herself, placing the magazine on the coffee table with deliberate ease.

"Oh, this is going to be fun." Y/N muttered under her breath as she stood up, her hips swaying with confidence as she made her way towards Jungkook. His discomfort was palpable, and it only fueled her further.

"Babe, she purred, draping herself over him, settling on his lap like she belonged there-which, in fact, she did. "I didn't know you'd be having visitors today. What a pleasant surprise." She flashed a wicked smile, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she glanced at the woman standing in the doorway.

The other woman, clearly rattled tightened her grip on the doorknob her knuckles turning white as she forced a strained smile. Y/N could see the hesitation in her eyes, the uncertainty as she tried to make herself appear composed. But Y/N knew better--she could smell the fear and discomfort radiating from the woman like cheap perfume.

"Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Jeon, the woman finally managed to say, her voice betraying her nerves.

Y/N chuckled softly, making sure the sound carried just enough to rattle her further. Yes, that's right. Y/N was the real Mrs. Jeon, not her. Y/ N's hand slid up Jungkook's chest, feeling him tense beneath her touch. She leaned in closer, almost possessively, her lips brushing his ear. "You didn't tell me you had such important company today, darling,' Y/N teased, her voice dripping with sweetness.

Jungkook cleared his throat, his eyes flickering nervously between Y/ N and the woman. "It's... it's nothing.," he stammered, trying to maintain his composure but failing miserably. "She's just here to... um discuss some work."

"Work?" Y/N raised an eyebrow, her fingers lazily tracing patterns on Jungkook's chest. "It's that what we're calling it these days?" Her eyes locked onto the woman, who was still standing awkwardly at the door.

"I-uh-just wanted to drop off some files," the woman stammered, clearly caught off guard by Y/N's presence, She stepped forward, holding a folder in her trembling hands

Y/N's gaze was predatory as she looked the woman up and down. "Oh, how thoughtful," Y/N said, her tone saccharine sweet. "You know, darling,' she continued, turning her attention back to Jungkook, "It's so nice that your colleagues go out of their way to take such...personal care of you." She let the implication hang in the air, enjoying the way the woman's face paled.

Jungkook shifted uncomfortably beneath her, clearly unsure of how to navigate the situation. "Y/N, don't-" he started, but Y/N cut him off with a finger pressed to his lips.

"Hush, babe," she whispered, locking eyes with him, "We wouldn't want to embarrass our guest, now would we?" Her voice was innocent, but her eyes were anything but.

The woman cleared her throat awkwardly. "I'll just leave these here, she mumbled, placing the folder on the edge of Jungkook's desk. "I should get going."

Y/N smiled widely, standing up from Jungkook's lap. "Oh, don't rush off on our account, she said, her tone laced with mock sincerity. "It's so rare that I get to meet your.. coworkers. Stay a while."

The woman's eyes darted between Y/N and Jungkook, panic evident in her features. "No, I really should go," she insisted, turning towards the door, desperate to escape the situation.

"Suit yourself," Y/N said breezily, waving her hand as if dismissing her. She then leaned down to press a kiss on Jungkook's cheek, lingering long enough for the woman to notice.

The woman fled the room as quickly as she could without outright running, and once the door closed behind her, Y/N stood straight, her smile turning cold.

Jungkook's face was a mix of frustration and relief, and he exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. "Y/N, what the hell was that?"

Y/N crossed her arms, her playful demeanor gone, replaced by a steely gaze. "That," she said coolly, "was a reminder. I'm Mrs. Jeon, and I won't be disrespected. Not by her. Not by you. No one in this world, Jungkook." She straightened her blouse, brushing off her hands as if to rid herself of any remnants of the encounter.

Jungkook looked at her, both intrigued and annoyed, but Y/N had already turned her back, heading for the door with a sense of triumph.

"Now, if you'll excuse me,' she said without looking back, "I've got better things to do than clean up your mess." And with that, she walked out, leaving Jungkook to simmer in his own thoughts

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Jungkook sat behind his desk, leaning back in his chair, trying to nake sense of the morning's chaos Y/N's sudden appearance in his office, her confidence, her taunting smiles--it was like a new version of her he hadn't seen before. She was no longer the naive wife who trusted him blindly. She was playing a game, one that made him both anxious and intrigued. But the tension in the room wasn't just his.

"Is she trying to threaten me or what?!" Hyemi spat, her frustration boiling over. She flicked her hair back, clearly agitated.

Across from him, Kim Hyemi was visibly stressed, her leg bouncing nervously, arms crossed tightly over her chest. She scoffed, rolling her eyes as if she couldn't believe what had just happened.

Jungkook sighed, leaning forward to reach for her leg, trying to soothe her with gentle strokes. ""Hey, calm down. There's nothing she can do, She knows her place." He tried to sound reassuring, but Y/N's boldness from earlier still lingered in his mind, causing a small knot of unease in his stomach. "She knows her status as my wife is in danger now. You don't need to worry about her."

But Hyemi wasn't buying his reassurances. Her eyes narrowed, and she let out a dry laugh. "You don't understand, Jungkook. You really don't understand what a woman can do when someone takes her man away." Her voice was sharp, tinged with a bitterness that made him pause.

Jungkook's hand hesitated on her leg, but he didn't say anything. He knew Y/N wasn't going to let things slide easily, but he didn't think she had it in her to do much more than posture. At least that's what he told himself.

"I'll make sure she falls hard," Hyemi continued, a dangerous gleam in her eyes. She leaned forward, pressing her lips close to his ear. "She thinks she can walk around like she's untouchable, but I will show her who's in control." A wicked smile crept across her face as she giggled softly, throwing herself into his lap, her arms wrapping around his neck.

Jungkook looked at her, slightly torn. He loved the thrill of being with Hyemi--she was daring, bold, everything that Y/N wasn't. But there was also a growing tension now, an edge to everything that had been easy before. Still, the idea of Y/N fighting for him in her own way stroked his ego. Two women, both vying for him.

Hyemi's lips found his, her touch hungry and possessive. There was no shame anymore between them They claimed each other, and the pretense of secrecy had long since dissolved. Jungkook knew that he was deep in this affair, far deeper than he had ever intended, but part of him reveled in the chaos.

As their kiss broke, Hyemi grinned wickedly. "I will be the only Mrs. Jeon," she declared, her voice dripping with determination. "I'm the one who deserves to live like a queen, not her. Mrs. Jeon Hyemi suits me so much."

Jungkook didn't argue. He let her words hang in the air, but something in the pit of his stomach twisted uncomfortably. He had never imagined Y/N could stir things up the way she had. And though Hyemi was speaking confidently, there was a part of him that couldn't shake the feeling that Y/N was more dangerous than either of them realized.