Wandering Heart | YoonJinKook ✔️

16. Empty

Jungkook's Pov:

"Let me get this straight; you moved out?" Namjoon questions while opening a bottle of beer and handing it towards as he sat down in my office.

"I didn't move out, move out. I told him we need to take a break."

Namjoon looked confused and studied my face before responding to me, "Not to be rude, but didn't he find out about you cheating?"

"Y-yeah, he did, kind of the reason why taking a break is good for us right now."

"But, you cheated! How do you get to decide on your guys taking a break? Like I am confused or either stupid, not sure, but no fucking way, I could tell Hoseok I am taking a break after I cheated. Shit, I'd probably have a few missing tooths." Namjoon shudders and looks at me, shaking his head.

I knew where he was getting at, and I understood it perfectly, " The difference between Hoseok and Jin is Hoseok will let you know you are fucked up, probably will kick you out of the house himself. My husband won't do that; he will ignore everything and pretends it never happened. I am not happy I cheated, and I feel like shit because I know I have only added to everything he has been going through and contributed to our marriage being like it is now, but-"

"Y'all need a marriage counselor like shit; the way this is going divorce is next." He turned the bottle of beer to his head and drank it empty. I figured he was now taking on my stress too.

"Jin will never agree to see a marriage counselor."

"What, why? Hoseok and I went to this really good one, she was harsh in the beginning, though, and I wanted to tell her fuck off, but because of her, Hoseok and I have made a lot of progress."

I shake my head, Namjoon wouldn't understand even I spelled it out for him, it would take me moving mountains to get Jin to go to marriage counseling with me. I had tried a year ago when I wanted to come clean about things and was afraid to tell him; he shut the idea down quicker than I brought it up.

"He doesn't like anything for our marriage being shared with anyone else like if he finds out you know all of this, that might be enough for us to get a divorce. Wait, so is this why you stopped cheating?"

Namjoon burst out laughing, "No, not at all I grew out of it. I am actually proud of you, though, that you stopped so early. But, on a serious note, I don't know what Jin's deal is, but y'all need to face reality and seek help or get a divorce. You both have a child together who I am sure has suffered more than both of the two of you. One minute he has a parent who is buried in depression; the next, he has you who is in and out. If I were him, I would be the first to move out and say fuck you two."

I didn't have a response for Joon because he was right, Jae was young, but I sure he saw everything that was going on around him. Every time he called me the best dad, I felt shitty because I was far from it. I was destroying out marriage and bringing him one step closer to being raised in a broken home; well, fuck it, the home is already broken, just us pretending we can somehow piece it back together.

"Joon, send me the contact info for the marriage counselor you got. I am going to try to see if Jin is open to us going." I didn't want a divorce, I love Jin, I love our family, and I wasn't going to stop until I get us back to where we used to be, although I know it's going to be difficult, it's worth me trying.

"Of course and if you want I can get Hoseok to convince him-"

"No! Don't do that. I know Jin, and that will send him over the edge, whatever you do, don't ever mention this to Hoseok. I talk to you because I trust you, not even Taehyung I wouldn't say shit like this to."

"Sorry. And don't worry, Hoseok doesn't have a clue what we talk about furthermore it ain't none of his business."

"Thank you." I let out a deep sigh and looked at all the paperwork I had on my desk, which was still untouched for the past two days. I don't even know why I bothered coming to the office, knowing I couldn't focus on shit.

Seokjin's Pov:

I was applying lotion after taking a shower when the doorbell rang. Thinking it had to be Jimin bringing Jae home, I grabbed my robe, wrapping it around me and walk down the stairs to answer the door.

When I opened the door, my mouth fell open.

"How are you?" Yoongi shocks me by asking.

"W-what are you doing here?" I peaked my head out to look around the driveway.

"You left in such a hurry earlier; I wanted to check on you to see if you were doing okay."

Fearing someone might see him, I pulled him by his shirt into the house. "Hmm, aggressive."

"S-stop! This is my home, and you can't show up here, m-my husband-"

"Doesn't seem to be home." he cuts me off and walks closer to me, pulling my body to his as his hands squeeze my ass.

"Y-Yoongi what happened earlier-"

"Was not a mistake, I know." his lips found its way to my neck and kisses me lightly. His hands' trails under my robe, and his finger slides between my cheeks pressing against my hole, making me push him away.

"Y-you can't do this."

Yoongi frowns and looks at me, "did you use me earlier?"

My eyes went wide, "W-what no, l-listen it's complicated. Earlier I sh-"

"Don't say you shouldn't have because I really hate hearing that. We had sex earlier, and I enjoyed it, I know you did too. So, stop resisting me, let me take care of you." he pulled me back in his arms and mentally I know I should've told him, no, but emotionally I couldn't, him saying he would take care of me, was something I wanted. I needed someone who could do that.

"My son will be home soon."

Yoongi pulled back and looked at me, "you have a son?"

"I do," I whispered, suddenly feeling ashamed.

"Okay, I will make it quick. You lead the way." He shocks me by saying as he pulled me back into his arms, his lips finding my own.

After our deep kiss, I led him to one of the guest bedrooms, and Yoongi wasted no time stripping me of my robe and sliding out his jeans.

After laying me on the bed, he returned to his jeans, and took out a condom, and put it on over his member.

Something sunk in my stomach as he spits down onto his member, and strokes himself before coming back over to where I laid and positioned himself at my entrance.

This time was different than earlier; he didn't thrust as slow as he had done before; he fucked me hard and fast, something my body needed. I enjoyed the sex and the orgasm it gave me, but as soon as we were done, I was back to feeling how I had earlier, and the days prior, empty.