BTS One-shots

Luxury (Passing emotions 3)(RM|Jin) CHEATING!AU

      It's been over a month since you were tangled up in a mess with Kim Seokjin, without your boyfriend knowing anything about it. 

      You spent your days at work mostly, but on weekends the guilt that was eating you from the inside out started to fade away and you were slowly going back to your normal life. You didn't undress in front of Namjoon for a week after you slept with Jin, because the bruises over you body were a dead giveaway, but as the bruises faded, you found yourself begging and needing Namjoon to make some of his own, to mark you, to define what is his and only his, hopefully erasing all evidence of your wrongdoing. 

      "Babe...ya home?" you heard his voice from the front door and popped your head out of the bathroom.

      "I'm here, just about to take a shower." you said before walking out with just one of his shirts on you "Wanna join?" you teasingly asked, biting at his bottom lip when he leaned down to kiss you.

      "What is up with you these days?" he chuckled "I can't even keep up with you at this pace." he said but none the less, he let you lead him to the shower. 

      After one round in there, Namjoon left you alone to wash out your hair as he got dressed and walked out to go watch some TV. You wrapped your hair in a towel to soak up the water in it, and put a fresh shirt on, also his rather than taking your own.

      "Babe we need to..." you froze in your spot as you saw your boyfriend facing the TV, his back turned to you. 

      On the screen a video was playing, you saw that it was shown in one of the top gossip shows in the country. It was a guy, broad shoulders, pressing her up against glass panels in an apartment, bit by bit stripping the dress off. 

      The title made your stomach turn and twist from the nerve wrecking tension that was building up in the air. 

      'Model Kim Seokjin put up a great show.'

      The video was obviously shot from a spot a few floors bellow, but the scenery was the same as you remembered it from that night. 

      You felt like you wanted to throw up, your own heartbeat being too loud in your ears as Namjoon stood in a place, his arms flexing from how hard he was holding the remote in his left hand. 

      In a second he threw it against the wall across the room, not muttering a single word before he was stepping over to your closet. 

      "It can't be what I think...right?"

      "Baby what are you doing?" you asked him as he threw pieces of clothing out of the wooden closet until he finally had his hands on the magenta glittery dress that was identical to the picture on the screen of the TV.

      "TELL ME THAT ISN'T YOU!!" he screamed, veins popping on the side of his forehead, cheeks burning from the rush of blood to his head. 

      "TELL ME THAT ISN'T, FUCKING, YOU Y/N!!!" he screamed once again making you cover your ears in panic, unable to listen to his cries. 

      "Please stop..." you begged and slid your back down the wall until you were sitting on solid ground. 

      "Stop?! You want me to stop?" he asked, crouching down in front of you "Then tell me that you aren't the girl that this son of a bitch is fucking on TV!" he shouted once again before getting up and grabbing his jacket to leave. 

      "Wait! No, please don't go!!!" you cried out, pulling on his sleeve before he turned around yanking his arm away "Don't touch me!"