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𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 in which you wish you and taehyung could go back to the way things were when you first got married, back before he started cheating on you.

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 cheater!taehyung x reader

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 mentions of smut, angst, strong language, cheating

𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 this is my first ever blurb, or writing ever on here so please don’t judge. this is based off the lyrics to ariana grande’s song ‘honeymoon avenue’

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the first time it supposedly happened, he dismissed it as a rumor his fans had started in spite of the recent news of you being pregnant.

you, being the amazing wife you were, believed his every word.

the second time it happened, it was a different girl. a girl from some rookie group. he always told you how much he loved giving the rookies advice on the idol world. something you could never relate to.

now you see that he liked to give them more than just advice.

his excuse that time? you had just given birth to his second child and he missed the sex.

you, being the amazing wife you were, forgave him and moved on.

until tonight.

park jimin, your absolute best friend — thanks to your wonderful husband for introducing you two, had caught on to tae the first time and ever since then, he’s been your personal spy.

he loved taehyung like a brother, but he most certainly did not condone the behavior he displayed right in front of his group’s eyes. everyone in the group had known from the beginning how great of a player your husband was.

so when jimin had sent you a video of that same rookie walking into the bighit building, accompanied by your husband, and father of your children, you weren’t even surprised. the first thing you did when you saw their hands interlocked together was grab taehyung’s suitcase and shove as much stuff as you could into there. not caring how many designer things he cherished would get crumpled or ruined.

presently, you were sat on one side of the couch and he was sat on the opposite end, looking as guilty as ever as he fiddled with the rings accompanying his fingers.

not one of them being his wedding ring.

“how long?” you asked, keeping your eyes trained on the floor as your arms draped around your legs, holding them up against your chest.

“two months.” his voice sounded strained and you could feel his gaze on you as you were silent for a couple minutes, really basking in the fact that he was doing this for a while now.

you didn’t have words, so you just laughed. it probably looked and sounded ridiculous considering the situation, but you didn’t care. you were the victim here and however you took it was your choice.

“no excuses now, huh?” you poke your tongue in your cheek and meet his gaze, a petty kind of smirk on your face.

“babe-”

you cut him off, “while i was here, taking care of your children when i could have been out chasing my dreams, just like you...you were sticking your cock in some rookie bitch, trying to catch a nut wherever you could since i’m not good enough for you anymore.”

you hadn’t even known you were crying until you were done speaking, but you didn’t tear your gaze away or move another limb as you stared eye to eye with your husband.

he licked his lips and swallowed thickly, the sound honestly making you want to slap him. “i’m sorry.” is all he says. that makes you scoff and you turn your attention back in front of you, too angered to look at him anymore.

“i’m sorry.” you mock his deep, pitiful voice and shake your head. “honestly, where the fuck did we go wrong?” you rhetorically ask. “why can’t we just go back to the way things were?”

he keeps his gaze on you, unsure himself as to what to say. it’s quiet for a couple minutes, making both of you equally anxious as you dread your next words. the words that would change yours and your kids lives forever. words that no wife should or wants to say to her husband. but you remember how terrible taehyung treated you this whole time he was fucking that girl behind your back and coming home the same night to tell you that he loved you before he went to sleep, and you turn to face him fully.

and you being the amazing wife you are,

“i want a divorce.”

boyfriend things // the first date

namjoon: the first date happens on a park bench near your home. conversation twisting into new topics over cups of coffee that left him kissing your cheek upon meeting when he planned to go in for a warm hug

jin: the first date is a breath of fresh air, a crisp page at the beginning of a new chapter, a sunrise flooding through blinds left open because sleep embraced you suddenly and now the morning greets you beautifully

yoongi: the first date is cold and carries on through footsteps along a river’s path. he’s the most interesting person you’ve ever met. his voice is peaceful and melodious; you want it close enough to hear all the time

hoseok: the first date is the ease of a grocery store trip. the decision made quickly on your way home to run in for a couple things, but it becomes over an hour of exploring. over an hour of reading labels and walking through different aromas, leaving with far more than you planned to

jimin: the first date is laughter and sudden touches that represent your blossomed comfort, it happened so quickly, but he’s easy to exist around. he lingers in your doorway at the end of the night, even though a second date was decided in the lobby

taehyung: the first date is pancake batter and fresh orange juice blended with frozen mangoes. he completes the newspaper crossword puzzle and writes down a couple movies you should watch on the crinkly edge. he holds your gaze like your presence is fleeting. he washes the dishes and shares stories when you seek details, soap suds up his forearms

jungkook: the first date is a car repair and a drive to the countryside because he’s playing music. five more songs become ten then more and more and eventually losing count, getting lost in his voice, his smile, how many of his favorites are yours too. it becomes a night spent in a house he knows quite well- familiar architecture you fail to place. you fall asleep in the yard with your cheek on his chest, pretending to dream when he carries you inside