(Un)Happily Ever After {BTSxReader}

1. Moral of the Story

His grunts fill your ears, the pounding of the headboard against the wall like gunshots to your fragile heart. He hovers over her, bare back faced towards you as his hips snap into the female under him. As they both moan out in ecstasy, you close the bedroom door, not making a single sound.

You can still hear him talking to her, the sinful words he's never said to you leaving his lips in loud moans.

No one had expected you home so soon, your business trip to the Kingdom of China ending sooner than you anticipated. So, without telling any staff or your husbands', you headed home, hoping to get back to working on your marriage.

"More, More!" The female yells, her words sinking into your skin, stinging with each syllable.

"Your Majesty!" Eleanor stares in surprise as you stand in front of the bedroom door. "I didn't expect you home, so soon at that."

Pretend nothing happened. You don't know that your husband is cheating on you. Everything's fine. I'm fine.

You don't say anything, just turn to stare at Eleanor, tears threatening to fall. "U-Um, yeah! M-My trip ended sooner than I anticipated, so I thought I'd surprise the guys, you know?"

"Yes, ma'am. King Jimin-"

"Yes, Jimin, please!"

"Is unexpectedly busy. Why don't I brew you a hot cup of tea? You must be exhausted from your travels," your lady-in-waiting assumes, rightfully so.

"That sounds wonderful. Thank you, Eleanor. Could you please bring it to my chambers? I think- I think I'm in need of some rest."

"Ma'am," she nods, fleeing to the grand kitchen as you venture up a few more flights of stairs, straight into your quarters on the fifth story.

You used to take turns sleeping in each of your husband's rooms, but after the first year, they shoved you off, telling you they prefer to sleep alone, or so they said.

As you make it to your bed, you flop down on it, curling into a ball as your emotions cave in on you.

Sure, your marriage has gone to shit, and you're the only one actually trying to salvage what's left of it, but it's enough for you. Your subjects are the most important thing to take care of right now, and you would never want to disappoint your parents.

A buzzing from in your room startles you out of the deep thoughts you were in the middle of, drawing you towards your purse you threw down upon entering your bedroom. Pulling it out, you see the caller ID flashing your best friend's name.

"Jaerin? What's up?"

"Y/N! Are you back in town?"

"No-"

"SnapMaps don't lie bitch."

"You're my little stalker, huh?" You coo, practically hearing Jaerin's eyes roll.

"Yes, Y/N. I'm stalking you- No! You said you really wanted to talk once you got back from China. Now let's talk."

"You're downst-"

"I'm downstairs."

"Damn it, Jaerin!" You sigh, not wanting to walk any more flights of stairs. "I'll be down in a minute."

As you hop out of bed, you check the huge vanity mirror that sits on your dresser, your red, puffy eyes a telltale of your crying.

Before going down stairs, you splash cool water on your face, patting it down with a towel and fixing your minimal makeup.