THE CUCKOLDING AFFAIR | SOPE ✓

06 | THE CUCKOLDING AFFAIR

In hindsight, Yoongi realized that he should not have asked Hoseok over to help him pack his things. But then again, Seokjin was not mad, and so he hoped his ex-fiance would overlook yet another lapse of judgement. Nonetheless, he seemed pretty content cooped up in his office, anyway.

Hoseok was as sweet as his honey-like skin. He did not ask much, but when he noticed Yoongi's sullen look after he had spotted Seokjin down the hallway, he wrapped his comforting arms around his petite frame. The warm embrace sent ease down Yoongi's spine, he turned in his hold and whiffed in his musky scent.

"I've already got about half of my things packed," Yoongi informed quietly. At this point, Seokjin already knew that he had invited someone over to help him pack, but he did not want to flaunt Hoseok in his face.

"Okay, just show me what you want to pack." Hoseok said.

Yoongi nodded, he asked him to grab a couple items from the kitchen, such as blankets or mugs. He pondered the thought to allow him to wander into the room he and Seokjin once shared—the very bedroom where Hoseok stole his heart from Seokjin's feeble grasp.

Yoongi stuffed the last of his clothing into a full suitcase, and grabbed the toiletries from the bathroom which he packed into a pouch. Once he finished, he lugged his things into the living room. But standing there, all alone, he felt an eerie chill run down his spine. Seokjin was in the kitchen...talking to Hoseok—the last thing he wanted.

He tip-toed towards the entryway and hid behind the wall. And much to his surprise, neither men sounded cross.

    "Thank you for being so nice about all this," Hoseok grinned and bowed slightly. "I know it means a lot to Yoongi-hyung."

"It's okay," Seokjin hummed. "I do love him. I couldn't be mad."

"Fuck! You're probably the best person ever," Hoseok pursed his lips, a pang of guilt settling in his throat. "I can't imagine how I'd react if I found out my fiance slept with another guy."

"Yoongi didn't—well, at least not while I wasn't around." Seokjin muttered with a nervous faux-laugh. From afar, Yoongi felt his heart ache, felt it pound rapidly in his ears, against his chest. He had omitted the fact that he committed adultery—he had completely forgotten to admit his infidelity, but now he knew.

"Oh..." Hoseok gulped, and Yoongi rounded the corner, watching how the colour slowly drained from his face. He glanced towards the shorter male, a glint of dread within his hazel irises.

"You guys—you didn't..." Seokjin trampled over his words, noticing the atmosphere alter around them. "Yoongs?" He glanced over at him warily with hopeful eyes, and ran his tongue over his suddenly dry lips.

"Jinnie..." Yoongi began, fear, regret, sorrow seeped within his onyx irises, tears brimming along his waterline. Hesitantly, he looked up at Seokjin and noticed how his eyes also gradually became glossy with tears.

Shit.

Seokjin exhaled slowly. "Please tell me you didn't," he whispered. Yoongi wanted to bury himself six feet under.

"I-I'm so sorry, Jinnie," Yoongi croaked, the sweet nickname sat bitter on his tongue.

"G-Get out..." Seokjin eluded his gaze, voice frail, brittle and hoarse. "Get the fuck out!"

"I'm s-sorry," Yoongi managed an impartial croak. Tears came tumbling down his delicate face, and Seokjin tugged at his ash-blonde hair.

"You cheated on me with him, and then you brought him here—into our home!" He berated, the prominent vein in his neck pulsed, face reddening with fury. "What the hell is wrong with you?"