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Six...

❤️ Chapter: Six...

❤️ SoojinxMaleReader

❤️ Words: 1.467 words

❤️ Warnings: Cursing, mention of sex, murder, death, angry.

Six…

They say that the first impression is the one that lasts. But they also say that your attitudes can change how people credited you in the beginning. I've always been the type of person who faithfully believed the first statement until I found it.

Ezekiel Young.

I went to Salt Lake City to visit a cousin who had just gotten engaged, and my spirits were high. She then decided that we had an obligation to walk around town shopping.

And even though it was one of the coldest weeks of my life, my cousin's smile and animation warmed my mood - and her incredibly large and shiny engagement ring in the brunette's hand also warmed my heart.

That's when I found him. And I'm not using the word in a romantic sense, where the two of them have a romantic moment at complete randomness. Our bodies literally met in the middle of the path, in a collision so violent, that my bags flew, and my clothes scattered on the sidewalk.

"Are you all right?" Despite having beautiful blue eyes, and being kind, I was possessed, so no, it wasn't okay. And I made sure he saw that.

"Do you think I'm fine?" I complained, refusing his outstretched hand and getting up on my own, observing some of the damage that was still on the street, as my cousin was supportive in putting my pieces together. "Watch that! Don't you watch where you're going?! You could have killed me!"

I confess that exaggeration is a talent of mine, and I could have easily continued yelling at him in the street, but my cousin stopped me.

So I went two days without remembering the chance, but it was almost impossible when he came to me. Calmer this time - and interested in the coffee he insisted on paying for - I couldn't let myself be carried away by his apologies, blue eyes, and brunette hair. He had this habit of biting his bottom lip whenever I was too quiet, which caught my attention even more.

By the end of the trip, we were already dating. And it wasn't long before we moved into a house.

I was happy, living my movie romance, day after day. We spoke almost always because Ezekiel always managed to be present in my day: he sent me flowers, chocolates, and little notes were hidden in my things… When we got home, I didn't mind cooking and serving, not just his dinner, but also his Whiskey, just the way he always loved it.

But then everything changed.

Six…

The hugs and caresses decreased, the gifts decreased, the notes became smaller, until there were almost no more… And that started to bother me. Not even our nights, which were hot, could stand it and it got colder and colder.

Six…

"I don't know, something stinks here" I comment in a cafe with my cousin, who this time, came to visit me.

"Maybe it's the bad milk" she jokes, laughing to herself at her own joke, but stops when she sees my impassive face. As soon as we arrived at the restaurant, I started to tell him everything about my relationship with Ezekiel, and how it all fell apart. "Calm down cousin, it might be nothing"

"Okay, but what if it's something? What could he be hiding from me?" I retort, uncomfortable with the idea that my almost-husband might be doing it behind my back "I'm Seo Soojin! I'm not born to be deceived by anyone!"

"Okay, okay, since you're suspicious, I think I have an idea…"

My cousin's idea had a name: Charles Hamilton. He was nothing less than a top private detective, apparently uncovering the hairiest secrets of married men in Salt Lake.

That same afternoon we spoke on the phone and agreed on all the terms and details. And I made it very clear that he should tell me everything he found out, regardless of the amount, I had enough money for that. And so, six months passed.

Six…

When I first met Charles Hamilton he was completely different from the old, white-haired, hunchbacked, and wrinkled man I imagined him to be. He was just the opposite, tall, square-faced, clean-shaven, starting to gray now. And incredibly fragrant. God!

"Good morning, Miss Young!" He greets me, smiling briefly, which gets my attention even more. Without wasting time, I lift my hand, so he can take it - which he does, smiling bigger.

"Please, Soojin," I ask smiling and sitting in front of him. We got down to business without much delay.

Turns out Ezekiel Young had not just one wife, not two, not three. Ezekiel Young kept six wives.

Six fucking wives.

Six…

All the business trips he claimed to be taking all this time were to see his wives again…California, Colorado, Arizona, New Mexico, Kansas, and Nebraska. Six women in six states.

"I'm sorry Miss Soojin, but apparently your husband is a Mormon," Charles says after handing me all the pictures of Ezekiel with his women. My stomach did a flip, and I felt sick.

"Motherfucker" I complain, still in disbelief, and Charles looks at me with pity, scratching his throat. I look at this incredibly handsome man and decide I'm not going to come out at the bottom of this situation, and I prepare for the biggest performance of my life. "What do I do now?!"

I start to cry softly into my napkin, the most forced tears, and the last ones I've ever shed. Charles sits in the chair next to me, handing me his handkerchief to replace the napkin, and speaks again:

"Apparently, Ezekiel is a Mormon… it's common for them to…"

"Am I ugly?" I cut him off, putting on my best silly face, and it had an effect. Five more minutes of dramatic theatrics, mixed with some well-veiled seduction, and I fucked Charles Hamilton in the bed I share with Ezekiel Young.

As soon as the detective left, with promises that he would return to help me with whatever I needed, I decided that I would make it very clear to my husband that he should never have tried to deceive me.

Everything goes on as a normal day. I clean our house, prepare our food and take a special bath, making sure I smell better than usual. I wear my best outfit and do amazing makeup.

Six…

My efforts clearly didn't go unnoticed by the brunette, who smiled happily when he saw me. Ezekiel grabs me, trying to kiss me, but I deflect by pretending to be charming. And he falls for it.

We sit down to dinner normally, and when he sits down to watch his TV, I hand him his special whiskey. I make a point of sitting on his lap and caressing his face.

"Want to know a funny thing that happened today?" I ask using a velvety voice, I see I've got his attention and I continue, but only after he takes a big gulp of alcohol. "I had sex with a guy named Charles in our bed."

As soon as I say my last words, I see them make sense in Ezekiel's brain, who jumps to his feet, practically throwing me away as if he hadn't expected it. And that's why I recover so quickly.

"What did you said, bitch?" he asks, and I see his anger rise to his face. I smile to tease him.

Six…

"Didn't you hear honey? Your wife fucked another guy in your bed!" I speak louder and stronger. Ezekiel finishes his drink in one gulp and laughs. Dumb.

"Stupid bitch!" The empty glass is tossed towards me and he's under my neck, squeezing to knock the air out of me, which only works for a few minutes, and he notices it too.

"What's wrong baby? Are you weak?" I raise an eyebrow smiling and pushing him hard. Ezekiel falls.

"You should call one of your other six wives to save your life, honey." I approach her already extremely pale body and smile holding her face "messed with the wrong bitch"

Six…

I had a perfect escape plan, and I was just about to make it out of the house when the police arrived. Apparently, my neighbor heard Ezekiel's screams and feared for my life. And in the end, even Charles Hamilton never appeared to say anything. Motherfucker.

Six…

[Transcript of Defendant's Apprehension]

Let's start. Your name, please.

Seo Soojin, love.

Your age?

24, will this take a long time?

Why were you arrested?

My son of a bitch, of a husband, cheated on me with six women. I offered him a drink. Too bad he was always such a weakling…

And what is your motivation?

Ask one of his wives.

How do you declare?

Guilty, mon amour. He used me like I was a fucking concubine!

⍉ 𝒫𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝒞𝓇𝒾𝓂𝑒 ⍉

Six...

❤️ Chapter: Six...

❤️ SoojinxMaleReader

❤️ Words: 1.467 words

❤️ Warnings: Cursing, mention of sex, murder, death, angry.

Six…

They say that the first impression is the one that lasts. But they also say that your attitudes can change how people credited you in the beginning. I've always been the type of person who faithfully believed the first statement until I found it.

Ezekiel Young.

I went to Salt Lake City to visit a cousin who had just gotten engaged, and my spirits were high. She then decided that we had an obligation to walk around town shopping.

And even though it was one of the coldest weeks of my life, my cousin's smile and animation warmed my mood - and her incredibly large and shiny engagement ring in the brunette's hand also warmed my heart.

That's when I found him. And I'm not using the word in a romantic sense, where the two of them have a romantic moment at complete randomness. Our bodies literally met in the middle of the path, in a collision so violent, that my bags flew, and my clothes scattered on the sidewalk.

"Are you all right?" Despite having beautiful blue eyes, and being kind, I was possessed, so no, it wasn't okay. And I made sure he saw that.

"Do you think I'm fine?" I complained, refusing his outstretched hand and getting up on my own, observing some of the damage that was still on the street, as my cousin was supportive in putting my pieces together. "Watch that! Don't you watch where you're going?! You could have killed me!"

I confess that exaggeration is a talent of mine, and I could have easily continued yelling at him in the street, but my cousin stopped me.

So I went two days without remembering the chance, but it was almost impossible when he came to me. Calmer this time - and interested in the coffee he insisted on paying for - I couldn't let myself be carried away by his apologies, blue eyes, and brunette hair. He had this habit of biting his bottom lip whenever I was too quiet, which caught my attention even more.

By the end of the trip, we were already dating. And it wasn't long before we moved into a house.

I was happy, living my movie romance, day after day. We spoke almost always because Ezekiel always managed to be present in my day: he sent me flowers, chocolates, and little notes were hidden in my things… When we got home, I didn't mind cooking and serving, not just his dinner, but also his Whiskey, just the way he always loved it.

But then everything changed.

Six…

The hugs and caresses decreased, the gifts decreased, the notes became smaller, until there were almost no more… And that started to bother me. Not even our nights, which were hot, could stand it and it got colder and colder.

Six…

"I don't know, something stinks here" I comment in a cafe with my cousin, who this time, came to visit me.

"Maybe it's the bad milk" she jokes, laughing to herself at her own joke, but stops when she sees my impassive face. As soon as we arrived at the restaurant, I started to tell him everything about my relationship with Ezekiel, and how it all fell apart. "Calm down cousin, it might be nothing"

"Okay, but what if it's something? What could he be hiding from me?" I retort, uncomfortable with the idea that my almost-husband might be doing it behind my back "I'm Seo Soojin! I'm not born to be deceived by anyone!"

"Okay, okay, since you're suspicious, I think I have an idea…"

My cousin's idea had a name: Charles Hamilton. He was nothing less than a top private detective, apparently uncovering the hairiest secrets of married men in Salt Lake.

That same afternoon we spoke on the phone and agreed on all the terms and details. And I made it very clear that he should tell me everything he found out, regardless of the amount, I had enough money for that. And so, six months passed.

Six…

When I first met Charles Hamilton he was completely different from the old, white-haired, hunchbacked, and wrinkled man I imagined him to be. He was just the opposite, tall, square-faced, clean-shaven, starting to gray now. And incredibly fragrant. God!

"Good morning, Miss Young!" He greets me, smiling briefly, which gets my attention even more. Without wasting time, I lift my hand, so he can take it - which he does, smiling bigger.

"Please, Soojin," I ask smiling and sitting in front of him. We got down to business without much delay.

Turns out Ezekiel Young had not just one wife, not two, not three. Ezekiel Young kept six wives.

Six fucking wives.

Six…

All the business trips he claimed to be taking all this time were to see his wives again…California, Colorado, Arizona, New Mexico, Kansas, and Nebraska. Six women in six states.

"I'm sorry Miss Soojin, but apparently your husband is a Mormon," Charles says after handing me all the pictures of Ezekiel with his women. My stomach did a flip, and I felt sick.

"Motherfucker" I complain, still in disbelief, and Charles looks at me with pity, scratching his throat. I look at this incredibly handsome man and decide I'm not going to come out at the bottom of this situation, and I prepare for the biggest performance of my life. "What do I do now?!"

I start to cry softly into my napkin, the most forced tears, and the last ones I've ever shed. Charles sits in the chair next to me, handing me his handkerchief to replace the napkin, and speaks again:

"Apparently, Ezekiel is a Mormon… it's common for them to…"

"Am I ugly?" I cut him off, putting on my best silly face, and it had an effect. Five more minutes of dramatic theatrics, mixed with some well-veiled seduction, and I fucked Charles Hamilton in the bed I share with Ezekiel Young.

As soon as the detective left, with promises that he would return to help me with whatever I needed, I decided that I would make it very clear to my husband that he should never have tried to deceive me.

Everything goes on as a normal day. I clean our house, prepare our food and take a special bath, making sure I smell better than usual. I wear my best outfit and do amazing makeup.

Six…

My efforts clearly didn't go unnoticed by the brunette, who smiled happily when he saw me. Ezekiel grabs me, trying to kiss me, but I deflect by pretending to be charming. And he falls for it.

We sit down to dinner normally, and when he sits down to watch his TV, I hand him his special whiskey. I make a point of sitting on his lap and caressing his face.

"Want to know a funny thing that happened today?" I ask using a velvety voice, I see I've got his attention and I continue, but only after he takes a big gulp of alcohol. "I had sex with a guy named Charles in our bed."

As soon as I say my last words, I see them make sense in Ezekiel's brain, who jumps to his feet, practically throwing me away as if he hadn't expected it. And that's why I recover so quickly.

"What did you said, bitch?" he asks, and I see his anger rise to his face. I smile to tease him.

Six…

"Didn't you hear honey? Your wife fucked another guy in your bed!" I speak louder and stronger. Ezekiel finishes his drink in one gulp and laughs. Dumb.

"Stupid bitch!" The empty glass is tossed towards me and he's under my neck, squeezing to knock the air out of me, which only works for a few minutes, and he notices it too.

"What's wrong baby? Are you weak?" I raise an eyebrow smiling and pushing him hard. Ezekiel falls.

"You should call one of your other six wives to save your life, honey." I approach her already extremely pale body and smile holding her face "messed with the wrong bitch"

Six…

I had a perfect escape plan, and I was just about to make it out of the house when the police arrived. Apparently, my neighbor heard Ezekiel's screams and feared for my life. And in the end, even Charles Hamilton never appeared to say anything. Motherfucker.

Six…

[Transcript of Defendant's Apprehension]

Let's start. Your name, please.

Seo Soojin, love.

Your age?

24, will this take a long time?

Why were you arrested?

My son of a bitch, of a husband, cheated on me with six women. I offered him a drink. Too bad he was always such a weakling…

And what is your motivation?

Ask one of his wives.

How do you declare?

Guilty, mon amour. He used me like I was a fucking concubine!