You frown at the document in your hand, not noticing that Yoongi walks inside, passes you, shuts the door and moves you to sit at the island table, his hands running lightly over your shoulders. He kisses your neck, and that springs you back to reality.
"Don't fucking touch me!" you grate out.
His hands instantly fly off you, and he rounds the table, taking the chair on the opposite side.
"What is this?" you know what it is; you weren't illiterate.
In bold on the front, it was as clear as day.
[SEX ADDICTS ANNONYMOUS
EVERYTHING YOU NEED TO KNOW FOR YOUR FIRST GROUP MEETING
S.A.A IS A 12 STEP ORIENTED FELLOWSHIP..]
"I'm seeking help, Y/N."
"So you're a sex addict now?"
"Always was, apparently." he brushes off your crude remark. "At least, that's what my therapist says."
"You.. you have a therapist?" you look up from the document, and he averts his eyes. There's a look of regret that passes through his face, and he stands up to turn the kettle on.
"Coffee?" he asks over his shoulder.
"Yeah, sure." you don't know how to process this new information. Yoongi standing in your kitchen, making coffee for the two of you, as if you were still together. As if his five months absence had disappeared and you were back to your marriage; one that lasted just short of a year; simply because he had a problem.
"I'm sorry, Y/N." he turns back to face you, leaning his hands on the edge of the counter behind him. "I know I fucked up. But I've been getting the help I need. I'm a sex addict and I know it's no excuse for everything I've put you through. But I can't sign the papers. When you decided to leave, I felt like a piece of shit. You deserve everything, my whole life, I owe it to you. But I don't want to give up. I love you." his eyes gleam with tears unshed.
You can't control the sob that escapes you. Looking at the man in front of you, clearly torn by his own mistakes, makes your heart hurt and stomach churn.
"Yoong-Yoongi I-" you weep into your hands. You don't hear him walk around to you, kneeling on the floor, he takes your hands in his, peeling them from your face, his silent tears flowing now as he wipes your own away with his thumbs.
"Say you'll give us another chance. Please." he whispers. "I'll do whatever it takes Y/N."
Words escape you. All you do is shake your head, and he takes that as a sign that you needed time to think things through.
"I'd like you to come with me to my next consultation with Dr. Gwan on Tuesday." he says while he stands up to attend to the coffee again.
After wiping away your tears, pulling out a tissue from your bag to clear your nose with, you take a deep breath.
Contemplating for a moment, you make a decision. All those times Yoongi made you feel small, came home late, lied about the things he was up to, up to the point you'd caught him in his office with his secretary hiding under his desk, giving him a blowjob. Maybe it wasn't that he didn't love you. He did come back home, be it late or not, he married you. When he could have taken anyone home that night at the club, he pursued the shy and introverted virgin. And in the morning, he was still there. He'd taken care of you, and promised to never let you go.
Was his being a sex addict a good enough excuse?
"How Yoongi, I mean where does it stem from, this addiction?"
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Bridge To My Heart
FanfictionMeeting the man of your dreams on the brink of a divorce seemed too good to be true. Kim Seokjin is too perfect. But nobody is perfect, as you soon come to learn when one by one, his secrets are unveiled.
