The Unfaithful

17

Y/N sat on the edge of the bed in the master bedroom, arms crossed, as Jungkook finally staggered into the room, looking exhausted and slightly disheveled. She glanced at him for a brief second, her nose instinctively wrinkling at the scent lingering around him—a cloying cloud of his mistress’s cheap perfume.

Without a word, she grabbed a pillow and a small blanket from the bed, extending them toward him with a cold smile. “Here,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Take these. You’ll need them for the guest room.”

Jungkook looked at the pillow in her hands and raised an eyebrow, his expression flashing with irritation. “Why would I sleep in the guest room?” he demanded, his voice tinged with defiance. “This is my bedroom, Y/N. I have every right to be here.”

She scoffed, covering her nose dramatically with her index finger as if shielding herself from an unbearable stench. “This may be your room, but I refuse to share a bed with someone who reeks of another woman’s perfume,” she replied, disdain lacing her words. “It’s absolutely disgusting, Jungkook. Just the thought of you near me after where you’ve been makes my skin crawl.”

Jungkook’s face twisted in anger, and he folded his arms defensively. “Oh, so now you’re disgusted, huh?” he shot back. “I’m supposed to believe you haven’t had anyone else in here? I bet you’ve brought Eunwoo into our room, haven’t you?” His tone was accusatory, eyes narrowing as he tried to provoke a reaction from her.

Y/N let out a harsh laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. “Are you serious right now? You honestly think I’d bring anyone into our bedroom? Unlike you, I have boundaries, Jungkook. And besides…” Her laughter died, and she leveled a piercing glare at him. “Whether I’m with Eunwoo or any other man is none of your business anymore.”

His face darkened, clearly offended, and he took a step closer, his tone full of bitterness. “None of my business? I’m your husband, Y/N. That means I have every right to know what you’re doing and who you’re with.”

“Husband?” she repeated mockingly, her gaze cold and unyielding. “You’re a joke, Jungkook. A real husband wouldn’t run off to his mistress every chance he gets. A real husband wouldn’t humiliate his wife and then come back acting like he’s entitled to respect. So no—you lost that right a long time ago.”

Jungkook clenched his jaw, his fists tightening around the pillow and blanket she had handed him. “And yet here you are, flaunting yourself around with Eunwoo, trying to make me jealous.”

She laughed again, a bitter, hollow sound. “Jealous? You think this is about jealousy?” She took a step forward, her gaze searing into him. “No, Jungkook. This is about respect. Something you clearly don’t understand, seeing as you think dragging your mistress into our lives and then blaming me is somehow acceptable.”

Jungkook tried to keep his composure, but her words seemed to slice through his defenses, exposing the pathetic desperation he tried so hard to hide. “You’re not innocent in all this, Y/N,” he mumbled defensively. “I wouldn’t have had to go to Hyemi if you weren’t always so…distant.”

“Oh, so it’s my fault now?” she asked incredulously, crossing her arms. “It’s my fault that you decided to betray me and have an affair? That’s rich, Jungkook. Really, it is.” She looked him up and down, her expression a mixture of pity and disgust. “You’re so desperate to find someone to blame that you’re willing to turn this around on me. It’s pathetic.”

He looked away, visibly rattled, struggling to find words that would defend his actions. But nothing he could say would change the truth of her words. Instead, he turned his gaze back to her, a spark of anger still lingering. “Just…don’t think you can bring anyone else in here, Y/N. Not under my roof.”