I sighed and threw down my pen. My work was becoming tiresome. I got up from sitting crosslegged on the floor and made my way to my husband's studio. I knocked three times before I heard a faint 'come in'.
I strutted in as would a model on a runway. My husband turned to me and smiled. "Hi sweetheart." he said as he opened his arms for me. I joyfully hopped into his lap and wrapped my arm around him.
"Hi yoongi!"
The next few hours we stayed in his studio consisted of kisses, talking, eating and sex. Lots and lots of sex. I left to use the bathroom and my phone rang. My eyes lit up as I saw the caller ID.
"you ready yet?"
I pulled on my jeans in a hurry and tousled my hair before one last look in the mirror and I deemed myself ready. My outfit consisted of baggy jeans, an oversized shirt, a bucket hat and some custom Balenciagas Yoongi got me for my birthday last year. I grabbed my bag and made my way over to the kitchen where yoongi was making a sandwich.
I pecked his cheek before I said "I'm going out with Miya. Don't wait up! you know how she is" I rolled my eyes as I walked away. Yoongi grabbed my hand before pulling me into a hug and a little 'be safe' was whispered into my ear. I nodded and the look on his face as my hand wrapped around the doorknob almost made me cancel my plans with Miya.
Almost.
I immediately spotted Miya's car and I jogged over. She unlocked the door and I hopped in. She turned to me and my face split into a grin to rival the Cheshire Cat.
"Hey Miya"
Hey Chandrika!"
I gasped as my back hit the steering wheel and Miya shoved her tongue inside my mouth. Miya began attacking my neck with kisses and bites.
"Don't bite.. Too.. Hard. Yoongi'll see the hickeys!" I gasped out as Miya's hands gripped my hips.
"Fuck yoongi. I want him to know that I'm fucking his wife!" she groaned as I bent over and began kissing and sucking on her neck. I pulled away before climbing into the backseat and Miya following shortly after.
As we walked into her apartment I chucked my bag onto the kitchen counter as I removed my shoes. I looked at her before I started laughing. She turned to me, her ash blonde head tilting in confusion.
"What? What's so funny?"
"You really couldn't wait until we got home hmm?" I giggled again before covering my mouth with my hand.
She smiled before she jumped on me and began tickling me. I shrieked and tears of laughter left my eyes.
The affair has been going on for about 9 months now. It's not anything I'm proud of but I can't seem to stop. I met Yoongi when I was 19, he was 22. I was so happy when we got married 4 years ago. But I'm 25 now. He's 29.
I met Miya at the afterparty for KBS MusicBank. She looked absolutely breathtaking that night. We spoke for a while. We exchanged numbers and we became really good friends. That was until Yoongi went on tour last year. I was lonely. And that's how I ended up staying the night with Miya.
Thing was, ever since I started seeing Miya, my feelings for yoongi faded. I loved him and I still do but there's something about Miya that just. Overshadows? Yoongi. She completely eclipsed him.
I know I should leave yoongi. I know that it's terrible staying in this marriage. It's just going to hurt him. But I'm selfish. I want them both. He loves me. She loves me. And I love her. I should probably end this. Thats it. I'm going to end things with my husband.
I walked back into our house. Funny. I thought to myself. I call this place my house but I call Miya's apartment home. Guess home really IS where the heart is.
I saw yoongi's blonde head on the sofa, I guessed he was asleep until he turned and stared at me. He rubbed his face with a tired look on his face. "y/n.. Do you know what time it is?" I gulped and looked down at my phone. The screen brightened and the time flashed. 2:57am. I thought he'd be asleep by now.
"um yeah. Sorry. I just got caught up with Miya ya know?"
"you're always with Miya, whenever I ask you where you were it's always Miya, Miya Miya. Seems like she's your only friend." his voice was getting louder and I got angry very quickly.
"Yoongi who are YOU to speak to me in that way? I don't have to answer to you!
"Chandrika I'm your fucking HUSBAND! YOUR HUSBAND but you can't seem to see that. I barely see you anymore." his voice cracked and tears filled his beautiful brown eyes. Tears that I caused. I felt terrible but the next thing he said brought TEARS to my eyes.
"I know you're cheating on me with Miya!"
"h-how?"
"You're not even going to TRY to deny it! For fuck's sake Chandrika! She's calling you at all hours of the day! You're always seeing her! The way you LOOK at her! You don't even look at me like that anymore." he shook his head as more tears streamed down his beautiful face. He was so beautiful. Everything about him was beautiful and I realized that he wasn't mine to cherish anymore.
I swallowed and I walked towards him. He was slumped in a chair in the Dining Room. I sniffed and sat down.
"I think. I think the reason I cheated was that. I met you when I was so young. I didn't have time to-"
"The TIME to what Chandrika? Time to grow up?"
"The time to understand myself. I do love you. But I love her." I shook my head as a smile brought itself onto my face at just the thought of Miya. I was daydreaming. As I was brought back into reality I saw yoongi staring at me.
"You really do love her.." he whispered as I saw more pieces of his heart crack.
"I'm so sorry Yoongi. I didn't want to end things like this. I'm sorry." I sniffed. I so desperately needed a hug from him. His hugs were nothing like I've ever felt before. He wraps his arm around your waist. He pushs your head into the crook of his neck and he strokes your hair. I need those when I come home from the hospital. Work there is so stressful. I just needed his hugs.
But I realized I would never get those hugs again. I looked at him and waved him over. He came and sat on my lap.
"Yoongi, I want a divorce.."
"I know. We can get a divorce. The only thing I want is for you to be happy Chandie." he sniffed before resting his head on my shoulder.
I called up Miya and she answered in a few seconds.
"Hey miya.."
"Yeah Chandie.."
"do you wanna go on a date with me sometime?"
"I- aren't you still married though?"
"Yoongi and I are getting divorced.."
"oh."
"Hey Miya"
"Yes."
"I love you"
Miya took a sharp breath. I had never said I love you before. She smiled on the other line.
"Hey Chandrika?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you too."
