My college professor

Chapter 3

~JUNGKOOK POV~

Fuck.

Y/n was fucking sexy as hell.

Her curves are just perfect, I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra and that in itself was hot.

God damn I couldn't take my eyes off her. It made me feel weird just thinking about her in this way. I always thought of her as my best friends little sister and that's it, but fuck seeing her dressed like that made me feel differently. She's no longer a little girl I remember meeting years ago. I have no idea why I'm just noticing this now and she's twenty, I've known her since she was eight.

But I have to push these thoughts away, I feel guilty just thinking this way about another woman when I have Nayeon waiting for me at home. We already have problems in our marriage so I can't think of anything else right now.

"Jungkook are you sure you can't just go after them? You're the only one other than myself and Yoongi to watch her." Jimin

I heard him plea for me to go after them, tearing my sights from the front door. I really can't. As much as I'd actually like to sit and watch her all night I can't.

"I'm sorry Jimin but I can't. I actually have to get going anyway. Nayeon should be home by now I think. Well hoping."

I stated standing up from the sofa and already heading to the door trying to not give into Jimin's pouting face right now.

"Please Jungkook. Just tonight I'll owe you big time." Jimin

"I can't really."

Is at to him feeling bad but I really need to talk to Nayeon. My marriage is actually on thin ice right now and I need to speak with her about our problems.

"But.." Jimin

"Jimin just let it go. She's grown up now she'll be fine." Yoongi

I know Jimins really protective of her and worries about her especially after his mom and dad dying last year. I guess he doesn't want to loose anymore family. I mean who would want that.

"I'm just worried." Jimin

He sighs in defeat lowering his gaze to the floor and his elbows rested on his knees as he sits on the edge of the sofa. Yoongi wraps his one arm around his shoulders pulling him close to his side in comfort.

"Well I'm gonna go now. I'll stop by tomorrow maybe depending on how things go tonight."

Jimin nods worryingly biting down on his own bottom lip. Yoongi glances at me with a nod too watching me walk to the front door.

"Text us tomorrow if you can come round oaky?" Yoongi

Nodding I gave him the thumbs up and left the through the the front door walking out the house and to my car.

Once I got in my car and started driving my way to my house I grew nervous. Just thinking of the outcome of what this talk could cause for the future. We've been married for three years and I know her for five years. I don't want to throw all that away just because of a little problem. There's other ways to get what we want. It's just Nayeon is taken it really hard and it's causing problems for the both of us.

A further twenty minutes past driving to my house and I parked in my driveway and upon walking through my front door I noticed a jacket scattered on the floor. It was a mans jacket and I knew it wasn't mine.

I put my keys in my pockets stepping over the jacket that I know full well isn't mine and walked to the kitchen to see if Nayeon was there but the room was empty. I already knew the living room was empty since the front door opens in the living room area.

She has to be home her purse was on the kitchen counter top. Maybe she's upstairs?

So now walking up the stairs to try and find her so we can talk about our problems though walking up further closer to our shared bedroom not only could I hear her voice but someone else's. A mans voice.

I was about to call out to her but stopped when I heard the voices turn to moans instead so I rushed to the bedroom door slowly peaking in. There I saw my wife naked on top of some guy who's face I couldn't see. She was grinding on him while he caresses her bare breasts. I felt sick.

My heart dropped to my stomach and with a sharp gasp in surprise did I run back out my house and to my car making sure I took my wallet in my pocket and made sure my phone was still in my car that I had left there in the first place and drove off. No way was I staying the night at home, I needed time to think about what the hell i just seen. It couldn't of been real right?

First I drove to the nearest gas station, it wasn't the fuel I needed it was the alcohol I needed. I went inside bought myself at least two boxes filled with ten cans of beer in each box and carried them to my car. I planned on getting drunk tonight in attempts to rid my memory for what I saw. Even if it's for just one night I'd be willing to do this.

Then after I drove to the motel on the other side of town just booking for one night and taking my beer to my room that I was assigned to sleep in for the night.

Slamming my door shut after putting the boxes down the nearest table next to the bed I threw myself on the bed curling up with a tear finally falling down my face. How could she do this to me?

Why would she do this?
Am I not good enough?

Instead of fucking someone else she could of spoken to me about our problems and not go out and have sex with some random person. I was willing to talk to her about this but it doesn't seem like she was willing to do the same.

And she fucked someone in our shared bed!!

The nerve!

I will not be sleeping in that bed again. Then another thought comes to mind while I decided to sit up in my bed and open the first box of beer. What if this wasn't a first time thing?

What if she's done this before in our bed and I've slept in it! That's disgusting and disrespectful but I can't think of it right now because I don't know the full story yet. All I know is she's currently cheating on me right now which brings me to question myself as I pick up a can and open it, now seated on the edge of the bed.

Why didn't I barge in and stop her?
Why didn't I beat up that guy for touching my wife and showing him the door?
And another question why aren't I fully crying about this?

I mean I feel hurt and devastated but I guess I'm just in a place of denial right now. Or am I?

I groan to myself and took a big first gulp of my beer almost downing the drink in one go.

How can she do this to me? She's my wife, we made a vow. What the hell was she thinking?

Taking another big swig of my drink drowning my thoughts with alcohol I hear my phone start to vibrate and ring, someone's calling me. Maybe it's hayeon?

I may of wanted to speak with her earlier but not right now. Putting the can down and taking out my phone I sighed heavily. I was in no mood to talk to anyone right now but I didn't expect to see the name that popped up on my phone. Though for some reason I didn't hesitate to answer it, despite the fact I didn't want to talk to anyone but I couldn't understand myself why I answered the call to speak with her. I felt the need to hear her voice in my very time of need to feel better.

"Hey Y/n what's up?"