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rispwr

7 months ago

still with you - JK - SPECIAL - CH. 1

pairings : ex!jk x ex!reader, barista/producer!yoongi x reader

genre : fluff, angst

context : after finally leaving all of those memories behind and make new ones, your current partner yoongi still holds a grunge against your ex for everything he put you through. "if karma won't hit him, i will."

will jungkook get what he finally deserves?

word count:6k words

warnings/contents : yelling, ruining a family, cheating, exposing, rape, domestic violence, jungkook here is really mean, adultry

songs : house of balloons, swim, into it, goodluck, babe, so high, bloodline

oc's pov

As the lights dim and the first chords fill the room.

Then, there he is

Jungkook,

stepping up to the mic, ready to sing. He looks so confident, so effortlessly cool, and for a moment, it feels like his eyes find mine in the crowd. My heart skips a beat.

He starts singing, his voice smooth and captivating, wrapping around me like a warm blanket.

It's like he's singing just for me, and I can't tear my eyes away.

Every note,

every lyric pulls me in deeper, and I feel that familiar rush of admiration and... something more.

By the time the performance ends, my hands are sore from clapping, but I can't stop.

I cheer as loud as I can, grinning ear to ear, feeling like the proudest person in the room. Watching Jungkook on stage, doing what he loves, always fills me with so much joy.

As the crowd begins to thin out, I reluctantly start heading towards the exit, the adrenaline still pumping through my veins.

But just as I'm about to leave, I hear someone call me.

"hey!!"

I turn around, my heart leaping into my throat as I see Jungkook weaving through the remaining crowd, heading straight for me. My breath catches in my chest.

Is he really coming over to me?

"Hey," he says, slightly out of breath as he finally reaches me.

He's even more gorgeous up close, with that easy smile that makes my knees weak. "Thanks for coming to the show."

"Of course," I manage to say, trying to keep my voice steady. "You were amazing, as always."

He grins, and for a moment, I forget how to breathe.

"I'm glad you think so. I've noticed you at a few of our gigs... You're always right up front."

My face flushes, and I can't help but smile. "Yeah, I guess I'm a bit of a fan."

"More than a bit, I'd say," he teases.

to my surprise, he pulls out his phone and hands it to me. "Here, put your number in. Maybe we can hang out sometime... outside of the gigs."

I stare at the phone, my mind racing. Is this really happening? My hands tremble slightly as I take it from him, quickly typing in my number.

"Done," I say, handing it back to him, trying to act casual even though my heart is doing flips.

"Great," he says, flashing me that smile again. "I'll text you."

As I walk out of the auditorium, my phone clutched in my hand, I can hardly believe what just happened.

Jungkook, the guy I've been crushing on for so long, just asked for my number.

It feels like a dream, but it's real.

the start

Me and Jungkook are new to this relationship.

It still feels like a dream sometimes.

how someone like him could be with someone like me?

He's the school's heartthrob, the lead singer of the band everyone loves, and here I am, just a girl who used to watch him from afar.

But now, he's mine.

Jungkook has been so sweet since we started dating.

He's always finding little ways to make me smile, like how he'll randomly show up at my locker with my favorite snack or send me a good morning text before I even wake up.

It's the little things that make my heart flutter.

One day, we're walking through the school courtyard after classes, and he suddenly stops, pulling me to the side.

He looks at me with that signature smile of his, the one that makes me melt every time.

"What's up?" I ask, feeling a little self-conscious under his intense gaze.

"Nothing, I just... wanted to give you something," he says, reaching into his backpack. My curiosity piques as I wonder what it could be.

He pulls out a single flower, a delicate daisy, and hands it to me. "It's not much, but I saw it and thought of you."

My heart swells as I take the flower from him, feeling the soft petals between my fingers. "Jungkook, this is perfect. Thank you."

He leans in and kisses me, his lips soft and sweet against mine. "You're perfect," he whispers, making my cheeks burn with happiness.

A few nights later, we're walking through the quiet streets of our neighborhood.

The stars are out, twinkling above us, and the air is cool, carrying the scent of fresh rain. We're holding hands, our fingers intertwined as we walk. It's one of those moments where everything just feels... right.

"You know," Jungkook says, breaking the silence, "I've never felt this way before."

"What way?" I ask, glancing up at him.

"This... happy," he replies, his voice soft.

"Being with you makes me feel like I'm where I'm supposed to be."

I smile at his words, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. "I feel the same way," I admit, squeezing his hand.

He stops walking, turning to face me. The moonlight casts a soft glow on his face, highlighting the sincerity in his eyes. "Y/N, I know we haven't been together long, but... I want you to know that I'm serious about us. I really care about you."

"I care about you too, Jungkook," I say, my heart racing.

He steps closer, wrapping his arms around me. "I promise I'll always be good to you,"

he whispers, his breath warm against my ear. "One day, I'll marry you. I'll make sure you're the happiest girl in the world."

I look up at him, my eyes stinging with tears of happiness. "I believe you," I say, meaning every word. "I believe you, Jungkook."

He kisses me then, deep and slow, like he's sealing that promise with every press of his lips against mine. And in that moment, I know that whatever happens, we'll always have this.

our love, our promises, and our future together.

2 years into our relationship

It's the second year of our relationship, and things have changed.

mostly for Jungkook. He's been hanging out with a new group of friends, Eun-Cheol and Jun-Ho, and I can see how they've been influencing him. They're different from the friends he used to have, more focused on making money and having fun rather than following their passions.

One afternoon, I overhear a conversation between them while waiting for Jungkook outside the rehearsal room.

"Jungkook, man, you've got to be real," Eun-Cheol says, leaning back against the wall with a cigarette in hand. "This band thing... it's not going to get you anywhere."

"Yeah," Jun-Ho chimes in.

"You're wasting your time. You're talented, but not everyone can make it as a band singer. It's time to think about your future, man."

I can see Jungkook's face from where I'm standing, and there's a look of hesitation in his eyes. He loves singing more than anything, but he's also been under a lot of pressure lately.

"I don't know, guys," Jungkook finally says, running a hand through his hair. "Singing is what I love to do. The band... it's a part of me."

"But is it really worth it?" Eun-Cheol presses. "What are the chances you'll actually make it big? You could be using your time for something more practical, something that'll actually pay off."

Jungkook doesn't respond right away, and my heart aches watching him struggle.

I know how much this means to him, and I want to burst into the room and tell him not to listen to them.

But I also know he has to make this decision on his own.

"I just... I need to think about it," he says, his voice lacking its usual confidence.

Later that evening, Jungkook shows up at my place, just like he always does.

He's got a small bouquet of daisies in his hand, and his smile is as warm as ever when I open the door.

"Hey, beautiful," he says, leaning in to kiss me on the cheek as he hands me the flowers.

"I got these for you."

I smile, taking the flowers and feeling the familiar warmth in my chest. Despite everything going on, he's still the Jungkook I fell in love with. sweet, caring, and always thinking of me.

"They're beautiful, thank you," I say, stepping aside to let him in.

We move to the couch, and he pulls me close, wrapping his arm around me as we settle in.

"How was your day?" I ask, resting my head on his shoulder.

"It was okay," he replies, but there's a heaviness in his voice that I can't ignore. "Just a lot on my mind."

I don't push him for details, knowing he'll talk when he's ready. Instead, I focus on the way he's holding me, the way he's looking at me like I'm the only thing keeping him grounded.

"You mean everything to me, Y/N," he suddenly says, his voice soft but filled with emotion. "No matter what happens, I want you to know that."

"You mean everything to me too, Jungkook," I reply, feeling a lump form in my throat. "I'm here for you, always."

He presses a kiss to the top of my head, and for a moment, it feels like nothing has changed.

But deep down, I know that things are different now. He's changing, and I'm not sure what that means for us.

For now, though, I hold onto this moment. this quiet, tender moment where it's just me and him, and nothing else matters.

5 years into our relationship.

As the years went by, the Jungkook I once knew seemed to slip away.

The sweet, thoughtful boy who used to bring me flowers and whisper love words was becoming a distant memory...

We were five years into our relationship now, and things were different. He was different.

I had finally decided I was ready to take that next step with Jungkook, to lose my virginity to him.

It was a big decision for me, one I had thought about for a long time. I trusted him, or at least I wanted to believe I did, despite the changes in him over the years.

The night came, and we were in house, alone.

The atmosphere was charged with an unspoken tension, a mixture of nerves and anticipation.

But as things progressed, something felt... off. Jungkook wasn't gentle like I had imagined he would be.

Instead, he was rough, almost like he was in a hurry, like he needed to get something out of his system.

I tried to tell myself it was just nerves, that maybe he was just as nervous as I was.

But as it went on, the discomfort turned into pain. The pain became unbearable, but I bit my lip, trying not to let him see how much it hurt.

I kept telling myself it would get better, that it was just because it was my first time. But it didn't get better.

Jungkook seemed completely unaware of my discomfort, completely lost in his own pleasure. He was rough, and every movement felt like it was tearing me apart.

The feeling wasn't what I had imagined at all. it wasn't sweet or loving, it was raw and painful, and I felt more alone than ever.

When it was over, he didn't seem to notice how I was feeling. He didn't ask if I was okay or if it had been what I expected. He just lay there, satisfied, while I curled up beside him, feeling broken and used.

In that moment, something inside me shifted.

I realized that the Jungkook I had loved for so long was gone. The boy who used to make me feel special, who used to treat me with so much care, was no longer there. In his place was someone who seemed to care more about his own needs than mine.

A few months had passed since that painful night, and the more time went on, the clearer it became that things were far from okay.

Jungkook had changed so much, and I felt like a stranger in my own relationship. It was hard to ignore the growing distance between us and the way he seemed to treat me more like a possession than a partner.

One evening, I finally gathered the courage to confront him. We were at his apartment, and the weight of my emotions had been building up for weeks. I needed answers, needed to understand why everything had turned so wrong.

"Jungkook, we need to talk," I said, my voice trembling slightly as I took a seat on the edge of the couch.

He looked up from where he was lounging on the sofa, his expression guarded. "What's up?"

"It's about us. About what happened a few months ago," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "It wasn't what I expected. It was painful, and you didn't seem to care about how I was feeling."

His eyes narrowed, and he sat up, clearly annoyed. "Seriously? You're bringing this up now? That was months ago. What do you want from me?"

"I want to understand why it was like that. Why you weren't gentle, why it hurt so much," I pressed, trying to make him see my side. "And why you haven't changed since then."

Jungkook's face turned red with anger, and he stood up abruptly. "Oh, so now I'm the bad guy? Maybe you're the one with the problem. Maybe you've been sleeping around with other guys who are better than me!"

The accusation hit me like a slap, and I felt a surge of hurt and frustration. "That's not fair, Jungkook. I haven't been with anyone else. This is about how you've treated me and how you've changed."

He threw his hands up in exasperation, pacing around the room. "You think you're so perfect? Maybe if you were more understanding, things would be different. But no, you just want to blame me for everything!"

I stared at him, my heart sinking as I realized he wasn't going to see things from my perspective. He was too wrapped up in his own anger and defensiveness to hear what I was saying.

"I don't want to fight," I said quietly, standing up. "I'm just trying to make sense of everything. But if you're not willing to listen or change, then I don't know what else to say."

Without waiting for his response, I turned and walked towards the door. I didn't look back as I left, feeling a deep sadness and resignation settle over me.

I had hoped for some kind of resolution, some acknowledgment of the pain and confusion I was feeling. But instead, all I got was more anger and blame.

As I stepped out into the night, I felt a sense of finality. Maybe this was just how things were now.

maybe there was no fixing what had been broken. All I knew was that I couldn't stay in a relationship where I was constantly made to feel like the problem.

after a few months

For months, I had been trying to communicate with Jungkook about how important it was for me to have a more affectionate and less intense experience.

I wanted us to connect in a way that made us both feel valued and loved, without the roughness and the kinks that had been part of our past.

One evening, as we lay in bed together, I took a deep breath and decided it was time to have another conversation.

The atmosphere was soft, with only the gentle hum of the city outside our window.

"Jungkook," I began, turning to face him. "I've been thinking a lot about us, and I really want to try something different. I want to make love in a way that feels right for both of us, not just you."

He looked at me with a mixture of curiosity and hesitation. "What do you mean?"

"I want us to connect in a way that's gentle and loving," I explained. "No more roughness, no degrading words, no slapping or kinks that make me uncomfortable. I want us to be close, to truly experience intimacy together."

There was a pause, and I could see the wheels turning in his mind. Jungkook had always been resistant to change, especially when it came to something as personal as our intimate life.

But there was a vulnerability in his eyes that made me believe he was considering what I was saying.

"I don't want to lose you."

"you wont." I said, reaching out to touch his face gently. "I want us to be happy together, and this is a big part of that. I need it to be this way for me to feel truly connected with you."

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to nod. "Okay. We'll do it your way."

With a sense of relief and hope, we moved closer to each other.

I guided him through the process, taking the lead and focusing on making the experience as intimate and pleasurable as possible for both of us.

I took my time, making sure that we both felt connected and cherished.

As I rode him, I could feel the pleasure building, but it was different from before.

It was a shared experience, where we both gave and received, and it felt like we were finally in sync. There were no harsh words or rough actions.

just the gentle rhythm of our bodies and the warmth of our connection.

Afterward, as we lay together, wrapped in each other's arms.

Jungkook nodded, pulling me closer. "i love you y/n. I don't want to lose you."

In that moment, I felt a renewed sense of hope. Maybe we could find a way to make our relationship work, to grow closer and heal the wounds of the past. It wouldn't be easy, and there would be challenges ahead, but for now, I was grateful for the progress we had made.

10 years into our relationship

It had been ten years since Jungkook and I started dating, and the once-loving relationship we had was now overshadowed by his increasingly rough and violent behavior.

We had moved in together a few years back, and I thought that living together might bring us closer. Instead, it seemed to bring out the worst in him.

One evening, I returned home from a night out with friends.

I had spent the evening catching up with them and enjoying their company, which included a few guys Jungkook wasn't particularly fond of.

When I walked through the door, I could tell immediately that something was wrong. Jungkook was pacing in the living room, his jaw clenched.

"You're home late," he snapped, his voice laced with anger.

"I told you I'd be out with friends tonight," I replied, trying to stay calm. "It was just a casual get-together."

He glared at me, his eyes dark with jealousy. "Casual? You were out with guys I don't even like, hanging all over them. How do you expect me to feel?"

"I was just hanging out," I said, feeling the anger rise in my chest. "I'm allowed to have friends, and you know they're just friends."

Jungkook's face twisted with rage. "Friends? Don't give me that crap! You think you can just do whatever you want while I sit here and deal with it? You have no respect for me!"

Before I could react, he grabbed my arm, yanking me closer.

His grip was harsh, and I winced in pain. "You think you're so perfect, don't you? Always out with your friends, flaunting yourself in front of other guys. You're nothing but a whore!"

The words cut deep, and before I could respond, he slapped me across the face.

The force of the blow left me stunned, and I stumbled backward, trying to regain my balance. Tears stung my eyes as I looked up at him, shocked and hurt.

I tried to defend myself, but the words caught in my throat as he pushed me further into the corner. The verbal assault and physical violence left me feeling helpless and broken.

Later that night, after Jungkook had stormed off to the kitchen, I could hear the clinking of bottles.

I followed him in, finding him slumped over the counter with a half-empty bottle of whiskey.

His anger had turned to self-pity, and the alcohol seemed to be his way of coping.

"Seriously, Jungkook?" I said, my voice strained. "You're drinking again? After everything that just happened?"

He looked up at me, his expression a mix of resentment and frustration. "Why is it that you can go out and have fun, but I'm stuck here, dealing with this crap? You think you're so much better than me?"

"I work hard every day!" I shot back, my voice trembling with emotion. "I don't have time to go out and party like you think I do. I'm busy with work, and this is the only time i got the hang out with friends from dealing with your crap everyday!"

He slammed his bottle down on the counter, causing it to splutter. "Yeah, and what about me? I'm supposed to just sit here and be your doormat while you live your life? It's not fair!"

"You don't get it," I said, feeling the weight of his anger and jealousy crushing me. "I don't go out because I want to avoid you. I go out because I need to maintain some normalcy. I'm trying to keep this relationship together, even if it feels like you're doing everything you can to tear it apart."

Jungkook's eyes flashed with a mix of anger and hurt, but he didn't respond. Instead, he took another swig from the bottle, his movements clumsy and unsteady.

I watched him, feeling a deep sense of sadness and frustration.

It was clear that the love we once had was fading, replaced by a cycle of jealousy, anger, and emotional abuse.

And as much as I wanted to believe things would get better, the harsh reality was that our relationship was unraveling, and I didn't know how to fix it or if I even could

13 years in our relationship

I sat on the cold bathroom floor, my back pressed against the sink as the realization of my situation sank in.

The pregnancy test I had just taken lay discarded on the counter, its two pink lines glaring up at me.

Tears streamed down my face as I tried to grasp the reality of what was happening.

I wasn't ready to be a mother. My life was a mess, and the last thing I needed was the added responsibility of a baby.

My phone buzzed on the floor beside me. I ignored it, feeling overwhelmed by the wave of emotions crashing over me.

I heard the front door slam open, and Jungkook's footsteps echoed through the apartment.

He must have been coming home from work, where he had been spending more and more time.

Jungkook's voice carried into the bathroom, laced with a forced cheerfulness. "Hey, babe, I'm home!"

I didn't respond. Instead, I buried my face in my hands, sobbing uncontrollably. I heard him enter the bathroom, and a moment later, he was kneeling beside me, his hands gently touching my shoulders.

"Y/N, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice suddenly softening as he noticed my tears. There was an edge of concern in his tone, but I could still sense the underlying pretense.

I couldn't look at him. "I'm... I'm pregnant," I managed to choke out between sobs.

The room fell silent for a moment, and then I felt Jungkook's arms wrapping around me, pulling me close.

He was warm and comforting, but it did little to soothe the panic rising in my chest. His breath was slightly tinged with alcohol, and I could tell he had been with someone else.

"We have to keep the baby," he said, his voice firm but gentle. "We can't just get rid of it. It's our child."

I pulled away from him slightly, shaking my head. "Jungkook, I'm not ready for this. Neither of us are. Look at our lives—look at how stressed and unhappy we are. We barely have time for ourselves, let alone a baby. This isn't the right time."

He looked at me with a mix of determination and desperation. "We'll make it work. We have to. I know things are tough right now, but this is our chance to build something new, something better. I want this baby."

I tried to reason with him, but the more I spoke, the more he seemed convinced that keeping the baby was the right thing to do. "Jungkook, I can't. I'm overwhelmed with work and our relationship is falling apart. I don't think I can handle this right now."

He cupped my face in his hands, his eyes searching mine. "I know it's hard, but we can't just give up on this. We'll figure it out together. I want us to be a family, and I want to do this with you. I need you to trust me on this."

The tears continued to fall as I looked into his eyes. I wanted to believe that things could be different, but I couldn't ignore the doubts gnawing at me.

Jungkook's resolve seemed unshakable, though, and his insistence made me feel powerless to change his mind.

"Please, Y/N," he said softly, his voice cracking slightly. "Let's try to make this work. We owe it to ourselves and to our baby."

As much as I wanted to resist, the look in his eyes and his plea left me feeling like I had no choice. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "Okay," I whispered, the words tasting like defeat. "We'll keep the baby."

Jungkook embraced me tightly, his relief palpable. "Thank you," he said, his voice filled with a mix of gratitude and determination. "We'll get through this together. I promise."

In that moment, I felt a wave of uncertainty and fear, but I also felt a glimmer of hope.

Jungkook's promise was both a comfort and a burden. As we held each other in the dimly lit bathroom.

The pregnancy was visibly taking its toll on me.

My belly had grown, a constant reminder of the life I was carrying.

Yet, the excitement I should have felt was overshadowed by Jungkook's increasing distance and the strain it put on my already fragile emotional state.

Jungkook had started staying out later and later, claiming he was busy with band rehearsals.

He had rejoined a band shortly after we found out about the pregnancy, or so he said. The truth was, I knew he was lying.

The nights he spent out were filled with secrecy and late-night calls that I overheard, suggesting he was with someone else.

One evening, I was sitting alone in our dimly lit living room, nursing a cup of tea.

The stress of Jungkook's erratic behavior and the constant pressure from work was overwhelming. I was exhausted, emotionally drained, and my once-joyful anticipation for the baby was replaced with anxiety.

Jungkook stumbled through the door, his face flushed and his clothes rumpled.

He had that familiar, uneasy look in his eyes, the same one he wore whenever he was caught in a lie. I tried to mask my concern, but it was impossible to ignore the tension between us.

"Where have you been?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly.

He threw his keys onto the counter, avoiding eye contact. "I told you, band rehearsal. We had to work on a new track."

I felt my eyes welling up with tears, my heart heavy with the burden of his deceit and my own growing stress.

As the days went by, Jungkook's behavior only grew worse.

He was increasingly irritable and prone to outbursts. His anger seemed to be directed at me for the smallest things. leaving dishes in the sink, not having dinner ready on time, or not being cheerful enough. His complaints were relentless, and his lack of support was crushing.

One particularly rough night, I lay in bed, unable to sleep due to the stress and anxiety gnawing at me. I could hear Jungkook's muffled voice through the walls, his angry shouts at someone on the phone. I tried to block out the noise, but it only added to my distress.

The following morning, I woke up feeling weak and dizzy. The bleeding was subtle at first, but it soon became impossible to ignore. I rushed to the bathroom, my heart pounding with fear. I knew something was terribly wrong.

When Jungkook came home later that day, I was in the middle of a miscarriage. I was curled up on the bathroom floor, tears streaming down my face as I clutched my belly, feeling the loss of the baby. He barged in, his face a mixture of anger and shock as he saw the state I was in.

"What the hell happened?" he demanded, his voice laced with fury. "Why didn't you tell me you were bleeding?"

"I didn't know," I sobbed, feeling a deep sense of guilt and pain. "I've been under so much stress, and I didn't know this would happen."

Jungkook's anger flared. "It's your fault! You're always so stressed out and making excuses. You're ruining everything!"

His words cut through me like a knife.

I tried to explain, to make him understand that the stress of his behavior and the lack of support had taken its toll on me,

but he wasn't listening.

His rage was consuming him, and he started blaming me for the miscarriage, accusing me of not taking care of myself properly and failing as a partner.

He grabbed me roughly, his hands gripping my arms as he shouted at me, his face contorted with rage.

"You had one job—to take care of yourself and our baby. And now look what you've done! You've killed our baby, and it's all your fault!"

The violence in his words matched the force of his actions.

The physical pain was nothing compared to the emotional torment of being blamed for something I couldn't control.

I cried out, trying to push him away, but his anger only seemed to fuel his need to hurt me further.

14 years of relationship with him

I thought the worst was behind us after the miscarriage.

We were both shattered, but somehow, I believed we could heal together.

I threw myself into work, hoping to escape the grief that hung over our home like a dark cloud.

Jungkook, on the other hand, became even more distant, his temper shorter, his absences longer.

But I was too exhausted to fight anymore, too drained to question his excuses. I just wanted things to go back to how they used to be.

One evening, Jungkook was out late again, supposedly at another

"band rehearsal."

I sat alone in our dim apartment, the glow from the television flickering across the room.

I had given up on waiting up for him, resigned to the loneliness that had become a constant in our relationship. But something gnawed at me, a sense of unease that I couldn't shake. Maybe it was the way he had avoided my eyes earlier, or how quickly he had snatched his phone away when I walked into the room.

I tried to push the thoughts away, but curiosity and suspicion got the better of me.

My hands trembled as I reached for his phone, which he had carelessly left on the coffee table. The screen lit up, and I quickly navigated to his messages. What I found made my blood run cold.

There were texts.

hundreds of them.

Flirty, explicit messages exchanged between Jungkook and several different women.

My heart pounded in my chest as I scrolled through the evidence of his infidelity. Pictures of them together, his arms wrapped around other women in intimate settings, flooded my vision. My hands shook so violently that I almost dropped the phone. But then, I saw the videos.

I couldn't bring myself to open them, but the thumbnails were enough. The sight of Jungkook with another woman, their bodies entwined, was burned into my memory.

I felt sick to my stomach. I couldn't breathe, my chest tightening with each passing second as the reality of his betrayal set in. I had sacrificed so much for him, endured so much pain, and this was how he repaid me? With lies and deceit?

When Jungkook finally came home, reeking of alcohol, I was sitting on the edge of the bed, his phone clutched in my hand. He stumbled into the room, his eyes widening when he saw me holding it.

"What the hell are you doing with my phone?" he slurred, trying to snatch it from me.

I pulled it back, my voice trembling with rage and hurt. "How long, Jungkook? How long have you been cheating on me?"

His expression darkened as he realized what I had seen.

But instead of apologizing or showing any remorse, he sneered, his lips curling into a cruel smile. "So you finally found out, huh? What does it matter? You've been so wrapped up in your work and your damn miscarriage that you didn't even notice."

His words cut deep, reopening the wounds that had barely begun to heal. I could feel the anger boiling inside me, but all I could do was shake my head, tears streaming down my face. "How could you do this to me? After everything we've been through?"

Jungkook scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Don't play the victim, Y/N. You've been so focused on your career, on making a name for yourself, that you forgot about me. You forgot about us. And don't even get me started on the miscarriage. Maybe if you weren't so stressed all the time, our baby would still be here."

I gasped, the shock of his words stealing my breath away.

How could he blame me for something so heartbreaking?

I had done everything I could to keep our relationship together, to keep us both afloat, and this was how he saw it?

As my failure?

I stood up, my legs unsteady beneath me. "You're unbelievable, Jungkook. I can't do this anymore. I can't keep pretending that we're okay when all you've done is lie and cheat. We're done. I'm done."

His eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint flashing in them. "You're breaking up with me? Good luck with that. You don't even have a place to go. You've been so busy with work that you haven't even thought about finding your own place. And by the way, who do you think has been paying the rent?"

"me." i respond to him. "i have been working my ass off everyday and everynight trying to keep up with you and your stupid 'band rehearsal' shit!" my voice trembled "you're out the house always! while me at home and work, working for us and for our fucking future jungkook. the audacity of you to accuse me all these years. FUCK IT." i spat out.

i finally let every word i've been keeping to myself out.

Jungkook stared at me, his expression a mix of shock and anger. He opened his mouth to say something, but I didn't give him the chance. I turned on my heel and walked out of the bedroom, grabbing my coat and bag on the way out. I didn’t have a plan, didn’t know where I was going, but I knew I couldn’t stay there a moment longer.

finally done with him

After three months of living on my own without Jungkook, I finally started to feel like myself again.

Yoongi had been a comforting presence, always knowing how to make me smile, even when I didn’t feel like it.

This morning, as part of my new routine, I got up to check the mail.

Yoongi was in the kitchen, humming softly as he made us coffee. The morning felt peaceful, almost normal...until I opened the mailbox.

A white envelope stood out among the usual bills and flyers. My heart sank when I saw the names written in elegant script:

Jungkook & Ae-ri.

My hands trembled as I opened it, revealing a wedding invitation. My ex, Jungkook, was getting married,

and he had the audacity to send me an invitation.

I walked back inside, the invitation feeling heavier with each step. Yoongi looked up, his smile fading as he saw my expression.

“What is it?” he asked, concern lacing his voice.

I handed him the invitation without a word. He took one look at it, and I saw the frustration build in his eyes. “The audacity of this man to send this to you,” he muttered, his tone thick with disbelief.

I could feel a mix of emotions swirling inside me...anger, hurt, maybe even a little relief.

I was done with Jungkook, but the sting of his actions, even now, was hard to ignore. Yoongi reached out, pulling me into a comforting embrace.

“You don’t have to go through this alone,” he whispered into my hair. “I’m here, and I’ll always be here.”

As I rested my head against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat reminded me that I had someone who truly cared about me.

Jungkook might have tried to drag me back into his life with this invitation, but I was done with that chapter. I was moving forward, and with Yoongi by my side, I knew I’d be okay.

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raidermomma

5 months ago

You have all just witnessed the birth of a new kink.

Smegtober- Day 5 (Religion)

TW: Sexually Explicit Content and Adultry

“Forgive me, Father,” Lister began in a hushed tone, his voice feeling so much louder to himself,” for I have sinned.”

Playing with his hands, he twisted a ring off and on his left hand, a golden wedding band. The priest, Father Arnold Rimmer, hummed from the other side of the screen window,” Tell me your troubles, my son.”

Lister's throat felt tight as he croaked,” I have been… struggling,” he swallowed,” with some thoughts.”

The wood of the confessional creaked as the priest sat straight, taking in a breath before enquiring,” What kind of thoughts?”

Lister stirred in his seat, the booth creaked again. Compassion in his confidant's inflection was not enough on its own to fully vanquish the overwhelming sense of dread in his stomach. There was a lengthy pause. He focused on his own breathing, twisting the band on his finger over and over again until he could muster the will to speak.

“Thoughts outside of my marriage,” he struggled to admit,” I find my eyes wandering.”

“Have you acted on these thoughts?” the priest asked, voice still soft and gentle, almost too perfectly non judgemental. It made Lister shudder internally.

“No,” he swallowed again,” no, I haven't but given the chance…” he couldn't finish his sentence, the words he couldn't quite get out clogging his windpipe.

“I see,” he paused to contemplate for a moment,” is this urge general?”

“How'd you mean?”

“Is there a specific person you're resisting?”

“...yes.”

“Does she know you feel this way?”

“No, he doesn't. Not exactly.” Admitting that much to Father Rimmer was further than he thought he would go.

“Not exactly?” He echoed. Lister could practically hear the quirk of his brow in the tone of his voice.

“Well,” Lister fumbled his words,” I haven't told him what I want but he knows I'm struggling.”

“David, I think this is a personal matter you should discuss with him. Perhaps he can offer guidance.”

Lister shivered at the use of his name. He thought Confession was supposed to be anonymous, not that they weren't already quite familiar with each other.

“Well um, you see,” his hands all of a sudden became interesting again,” that's what I'm trying to do.”

“Oh.” He flatly vocalized.

The air in his lungs felt stuffy; Lister let out a long sigh, suddenly uncomfortable in his own skin as the red curtain of the booth was pulled to expose him. Father Rimmer looked down at him, his hazel eyes burning into Lister, expression cautious and curious.

“Come with me,” he softly beckoned, making his way past rows of pews and into a door on the other side of the sanctuary. Lister followed, meeting him inside of a modest room which resembled an office; it had a desk at the very least, which, in Lister's mind, was close enough.

Rimmer sat the old navy blue couch that was pushed against the wall by the door, its fabric tattered and colour fading. He patted the spot next to him however Lister decided to sit at the opposite end; He knew this was going to be awkward.

“I can't help you,” Father Arnold admitted plainly, taking in a deep breath and letting it go,” even If I wanted to, it would be wrong.”

Dave enqueried,” Do you want to?”

Silence fell upon them, thick and tense; Lister scanned the priest's features, shuffling closer to him. Gently, he cradled his face In his hands, connecting their lips slowly as though Rimmer was a startled doe who would bolt at any moment. To his surprise, he didn't, leaning into him desperately and shuddering as Lister gently ran his hand up his inner thigh.

Tenderly, he smiled against his lips, moving his other hand from Rimmer's face to his hip and pulling him into his lap so that he was straddling him. Running his hands up Rimmer's body, Lister settled on playing with his hair, threading his soft, brown locks through his fingers, playing with the looser curls at the base of his neck.

Arnold's face flushed a shade of rose; he smiled as he pulled back, taking in the sight of the priest's kiss bitten lips and slack jawed expression, panting and flustered, chest heaving; his usually neat hair was tousled and displaced. Dave took the time to marvel at how beautiful the sight was, his lover's hazel eyes filled with lust and his professional demeanour entirely undone.

“You're gorgeous,” Lister remarked, voice low as though he was sharing a secret, pulling him back in and grinding against him. Rimmer squeaked, feeling the erection of the man underneath him. The scouser moved from his lips to his jaw, trailing kisses down his neck, careful not to disorganize his Roman collar as he nipped and teased the skin above it. Father Rimmer craned his neck. Lister smirked into his jaw, inhaling his scent, noting the smell of his aftershave: sandalwood.

Without warning, the priest withdrew, searching his features before pushing himself off Lister's lap and settling on the cold, wooden floor. Lister spectated in awe; Rimmer's dainty fingers traced the fly of his trousers, unbuckling his belt before he fiddled with the button, prying it open with more effort than expected. Avoiding Lister's gaze, he giggled nervously and awkwardly gulped, pulling his lover's erection from his jeans.

Stroking it delicately, he watched Lister's head fall back as he let out a strained groan; he kissed the tip, taking it into his mouth; the warmth of his lips enveloped the head, earning a moan Lister muffled with his own hand. His right hand, his free hand, snaked through Rimmer's hair once more, grasping at his curls as his hips rutted into him. The priest gagged, eyes watering at the sudden reaction his body had though he kept going, taking as much of Lister's shaft as he could. He bobbed his head unskillfully, gradually building a steadier rhythm as he continued.

All the while, Lister's head spun, the tingling sensation in his cock causing it to twitch in Rimmer's mouth. Rimmer flicked his tongue against Lister. Desperately, Dave moaned, hand still clasped firmly over his mouth. His legs shook. He felt tension build as the taller man continued, the grip on his hair tightening as his hips thrusted into his mouth more erratically, pushing Father Rimmer's nose into the patch of unkempt pubic hair at the base of his shaft. Dave quivered, coming with an animalistic grunt.

Father Rimmer pulled back, spluttering and coughing as he choked uncomfortably on Lister's seed, face reddened and eyes wide when he finally regained his composure. Dave, light headed and unable to catch his breath, stuffed himself awkwardly back into his trousers, buckling his belt. His gaze traveled back to Arnold, hair tousled, eyes watery, cheeks tinted pink, lips puffy and utterly defiled.

“Forgive me, Father,” he attempted but no words came out.

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raidermomma

5 months ago

Reblogging again to say ...

Sandalwood guys. Sandalwood.

@therimmerexperience you glorious human being.