"You'll come back. They always come back."
Six years lost, a life stolen, and a love turned into chains. Awakening to a world filled with obsession and lies, she must unravel the truth while escaping the man who refuses to let her go-no matter the c...
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namjoon's pov
"Jungkook, you need to stop this."
"Why? I like being here with you."
"I can't let Jin find out—it'll ruin everything."
I sighed, the tension in my voice undeniable as Jungkook rested his head on my lap. His soft hair was tempting under my fingertips, but I forced my hands to stay still. The guilt was already suffocating enough. I had sex with a fucking minor under the influence.
what the hell Namjoon.
"Namjoon, it wasn't a mistake. You kissed me back," Jungkook said, sitting up abruptly, his eyes narrowing at me. He wasn't wrong. No matter how much I tried to excuse it, no amount of alcohol could erase the truth. I remembered everything. I always did. I hated that I did.
"I know," I muttered, running a hand through my hair, the guilt clawing at me. "I know, it's just... He's my husband, Jungkook. The only reason I let you in the club was to help you with schoolwork. You can't just—" I stopped, my frustration spilling over as I pushed his head off my lap. "You can't come on to me like that!"
From my mistake.
I stood up, pacing to clear my head. The urge to pour a drink was tempting, but I knew better. Suddenly, a muffled sound behind me made me turn. Jungkook was crying, tears rolling down his face, his expression shattered. It hit me like a punch to the chest.
"Kookie..." I whispered softly, reaching out instinctively, but he slapped my hand away.
"Don't treat me like a child!" he snapped, his voice shaking. "I know you're married, Namjoon! I was drunk too, so why are you acting like I wanted this to happen?!" He grabbed a pillow and hurled it at me. I dodged it, the air growing heavier between us.
"I'm not blaming you," I admitted, lowering my voice. "I just— I really hate myself right now." The words spilled out as I sank down on the couch beside him. My temples throbbed with the weight of everything I'd done.
The silence stretched between us until I felt Jungkook shift closer. He wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me tightly, his sobs muffled against my side. I froze, unsure if I should pull away or let him stay.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice trembling. He tightened his hold, as if he feared I would leave.
"You shouldn't be," I sighed, my tone softer. "I'm the adult here. I should've been more careful." He nodded quietly, accepting my words, but the weight of my guilt only deepened.
"But this can't ever happen again, Jungkook. Do you hear me?" I said firmly. "We need boundaries. I love you, but... you're like a little brother to me. Let's not make things more complicated, okay?"
Jungkook stayed silent for a few agonizing seconds, and I worried he wasn't going to agree. Then he finally nodded, his voice almost too bright. "Of course, it won't happen again!" He smiled faintly, as if relieved that I wasn't pushing him away completely.
