author's note;
I was re reading this story and I just thought I should write a short chapter about the story in Jungkook's pov.

God this is so dirty.🥵💦

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"Y/N, will you marry me?" I finally built up the courage to ask her this question.

I knelt on one knee like how they say I should. I took her to the best restaurant in the city, rented it for the night so we'll be the only two people around, brought her favorite flowers, picked her up from her house— it was every girl's dream proposal and I did it for her. I did everything for her because she is the one. She's the girl of my dreams. Ever since I met her, I haven't been able to convince myself otherwise.

She looked surprised and happy as I hold out the ring I picked for her which now sits perfectly on her ring finger. The embrace came quickly and I hold the single most valuable person in my life. She cried while hiding her face against my neck and I comforted her with a kiss on her temple.

I love her so much. She's the only person I need and I cannot live without. Everyone else can walk out of my life but not her. She can't ever leave me. I won't let her go.

We got married right away as I wanted. Just a simple ceremony with close friends and family. She didn't want a big wedding. It was always her dream to get married in a beautiful garden when everything was in full bloom and I made it happen for her. Before we knew it, it was over. The day has ended and we are wed. She is mine and I, hers.

Everything was well during the first year of our marriage. She always took care of me and I made sure to make her happy every single day. I didn't let a day pass without showing her that I love her and she is the most important person in my life. I molded myself into the perfect husband that every woman wanted to have. All for her.

That same year, I took over the family business. It's not something I should be proud of. I haven't been completely transparent with Y/N regarding our family business. She knew that my family owns a big company and only that. I never told her that everything our family deals with is illegal. My grandfather founded the organization and my father inherited it from him, grew it even bigger, so I was expected to the same.

Every day, I kissed her good bye and told her I'm going to work. She would think I'll be sitting in an office, but the truth is, my hands are soiled. The first time I killed a person, my hands shook uncontrollably and my father hit me on my face for reacting that way. He said I should stand tall and never show fear. He said respect is earned and, in return, I must always show my people that I am worth their loyalty.

Work started getting better for me. I was gaining the respect of my Father's people and soon, they were my people. My father was right, if you want success, you shouldn't be afraid of getting your hands dirty.

After awhile, killing didn't bother me anymore. I didn't feel anything— no guilt, no remorse, nothing. It became easier like falling into a routine. At the moment, I did not realize what that has cost me. I was high off the money and authority. Anything other than that, I simply ignored.

I met business partners and made more deals, but that's when my marriage began to suffer. Y/N has no knowledge of everything related to my work. I think about telling her when I hold her every night and when I make love to her, the thought crossed my mind countless of times yet I decided to keep it to myself, because what if she hates me for it? What if she leaves me? That can't ever happen. I cannot live without her.

Work got even busier. I met more people. I began to come home late, miss her calls, she started asking questions. Meaningless questions at first but she knows how to get on my nerves. She gets under my skin. I was busy enough as it is but she doesn't understand that it's all for her. That it's better that she doesn't know any of what I do. I didn't want to face her and answer her questions regarding the nature of my work so I chose to avoid being home altogether.

My business partners recommended a place where I can relax and have fun. The first time, I felt awkward and out of place. I'm not used to that kind of environment. Even my old friends, who were always with me, giving me advice, told me that it's a bad idea. They asked me to think about Y/N, how she would feel when she finds out, but I went on with it. I needed a break and I know I wouldn't find that at home where Y/N would just be on my back every single time.

It was a whore house but not a typical one. They only cater men who are on my level. Men who are of high caliber to which they offer sexual favors to. If not, companionship, if that's what you call it nowadays. I opted for the latter at first, I just couldn't betray Y/N even though she picks a fight with me often. I just needed to be out of the house, to breathe, so I chose a girl for the night. She's physically perfect in every way from her face to her body. She only says the things I want to hear. She doesn't ask questions and does everything I ask her to do since that's what she's paid for.

Liquor and women became my new high. This girl would dance for me when I asked her to and without questions, she would undress for me. Y/N wouldn't do that for me. I love her but she doesn't understand my needs as a man.

My eyes would skim every inch of her bare skin as the Whiskey burns down my throat. At first, I wouldn't even get hard while she danced on my lap but now, I feel this urge to sink my cock inside her and fuck her until I'm satisfied. I know she will let me because that's what I'm paying her for.

"Jungkook, does this feel good?" She knelt on the floor, between my thighs, looking up at me behind her long lashes and my cock in her hand.

I grabbed her hair in my hand and tilted her head up. "I didn't tell you talk. Suck my cock."

She smiled up at me. "You've gotten so rough."

She puts her mouth to work on my lower abdomen before she slides her tongue up from the base of my cock to my tip. Her lips closed over the head of my cock, swirling it in her wet mouth. God, that feels good. She moaned while bobbing her head on my cock, her long nails grazing my inner thighs, making me shiver. I take a fistful of her hair and push her down on my cock. She takes me all in effortlessly and welcomes my cock down her throat until throats spasms and her saliva drips down my balls.

"Fuck." I pulled her up by her pony tail and stood up to reach for a condom.

She knows what to do as she bends over by the waist, one hand flat on the edge of the bed and the other reaching under her legs to play with herself. She spits on her fingers and use it to massage her pussy, using two fingers to open up her folds.

I step closer and line myself into her opening, pushing in all the way. The first time I fucked another girl, I felt the guilt eat me up but now all I can think of is how amazing it felt as I chase after pleasure. Intoxicated from alcohol and high on sex, this is my usual night.

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She's perfect for my needs. I could fuck her any way I want to. Anytime I want and I won't her any complaints. Just moans and her screaming my name while I pound her to the bed, or against a table, a chair, whatever comes to mind. When was the last time I had sex with Y/N, the last time I really enjoyed it like this.

I came on her ass, my cum spurting over her back as I slide myself between her reddened ass cheeks, hitting her once again. I love her the way she responds to me, the way my palm is printed all over her body and my cum drying on her skin afterwards.

"Going so soon?" She rolls on her back, still naked, her breasts are red from me groping them while I fucked her. "Going back to your wife?"

She follows me as I stood up to put on my shirt, her hands flat on my chest as she talks into my ear, "Why don't you just stay here for tonight? You will only end up in a fight if you come home this late and smelling like sex."

She licked up my neck and nibbled on my earlobe. I pushed her away, "You don't tell me what to do. You're just here for sex. I pay you to fuck me and nothing else. Understand?"

"I do, Jungkook." She gently smiles and nod, "I was just saying."

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"I'm home." I announced but the home that once felt like everything to me is now an empty, shallow space. Y/N is with me but she became more distant. Our marriage is not how it used to be.

"Y/N?" I called for her as I go to the kitchen to get some water. An envelope rest on the counter top with my name on it. I set down the bottle of water as my curiosity heightened. Tearing the edges impatiently, I pulled out a document and a message that Y/N left for me.

I'm sorry, Jungkook.
This is the only solution I can think of to save the remains of our relationship.
I signed the divorce papers already.
Please read through it and give me call when you do.
I'm not home.
I'm staying somewhere else for the time being.

That served as a wake up call for me. The girl I love is leaving me and I cannot let her. We started this relationship together and she promised that she will never change her mind. Anger got the best of me and I called my lawyer, telling him about the divorce papers and my decision. I will not let Y/N go. I made sure she wouldn't be able to leave me. I would tie her down if I have to.

I told Hoseok to look for Y/N and he found her right away. He came into my office with a report, "She's staying at this hotel."

"Who's she with?" I asked, checking the pictures that came with the information. "Jimin?"

"She asked Jimin to help her." Hoseok said, it didn't bother me at first, knowing that she was friends with my friends too.

"Bring her home." I told Hoseok, placing the envelope with the pictures inside a drawer.

"What if she refuses?" Hoseoks quizzed calmly.

"Bring her by force."

"But Jungkook, Y/N will be hurt by this." He added, confusion across his face.

"This is an order, Hoseok." I glared at him to let him know that my words are final. "Bring. Her. Home."

I saw Y/N at home later that night. She wasn't happy. I wasn't either. I went to hug her but she gave me a cold shoulder. I still love her. Even though, I failed to show her. She avoided my attempt to kiss her and I let it slide.

"Y/N, what's wrong?" I asked her as I followed her to our bedroom. She looked at me with a hurt expression. "Talk to me."

"Honestly, Jungkook, I don't know what is happening with you." She said. It started again. I'm just tired of it. "You don't tell me anything. Am I just supposed to sit around and wait for you to come home? Am I just supposed lay on this bed and sleep with you whenever you feel like it? You changed, Jungkook. You weren't like this before.."

"People change, Y/N. I can't be the same person every fucking time." I raised my voice a little. It wasn't enough to startle her but she looked at me as if she didn't know me. "But I still love you. I love you, Y/N. I may have failed to show you but I do. I fucking do!"

Her eyes brimmed with tears and she sat on the bed, buried in her hands. Her shoulders shook from crying, "I feel so miserable. Every day, I feel even more desperate to escape. Just let me go, Jungkook."

I sit beside her, wrapped my arms around her, "I love you, Y/N. Don't leave me. You promised me.."

Her reddened eyes look up to meet mine, trying to find comfort that she found in the old me but I couldn't bring back that Jungkook anymore. Things happened and it changed me. I kissed her and she didn't refuse so I tried crossing the line that she always kept up.

My hand moved under her dress, gently caressing her thighs, squeezing the flesh of her inner thigh. Mouths still on each other, even the kiss is different, I'm no longer used to her. I want the careless kisses, groping, brute sex. I pushed my tongue in her mouth. It was completely new to her but she tried to go along.

Her voice escaped from her lips when my fingers grazed her clothed pussy. Our lips parted as I lay her down on silk sheets, parting her legs open, my hands slide under her laced underwear. I prepared her for my fingers, spreading her juices around and over her clit, eliciting whines and erotic expressions from her. I feel my cock twitch and gradually becoming hard.

(Sorry if it's too graphic lmao )

I still crave for my wife. I want her to love me as much as I love her. Fuck me and jump on my cock while kissing me, proclaim her love for me as I fuck my cock into her. "Y/N.. tell me you love me."

She furrows her eyebrows, eyes shut tight as my fingers thrust into her in a pace that brought her closer to climax. Her hands held onto my arm, trying to anchor herself as her high came nearer. I watched her underneath me, squirming, whining, the straps of her dress halfway off her shoulders. I kiss the tops of her breast and smother her neck with open mouth kisses as I add another finger in, making her cry out.

"It hurts!" Her nails dug onto my skin. "Ah, Jungkook! Stop!"

"Just cum." I silenced her pleas with my mouth, my fingers around a lock of her hair, "Fuck, baby, that's it. Cum on my fingers."

"Jungkook. Please.. ahhh." Her whole body convulsed for a few seconds and I only withdrew my fingers from her warmth when she was done. I removed her ruined underwear and followed her juices drip down the sheets.

I kneeled on the floor and kept her leg parted, marveling at how she wet she after I fucked her with my fingers. She was overflowing with arousal and it was because of me. Y/N called my attention back to her, "Jungkook, we need to talk about our marriage first."

"We can talk later, baby. I want to make you feel good first. We never had the chance to do this." I kissed her inner thigh, caressing the other. "I'm truly sorry, baby. I will make it up to you."

I brought her to her second climax with my mouth. My face is buried between her thighs while my hands grab both of her breast, her dress bunched up over her chest. I would look up at her face occasionally and watch her reactions, she doesn't look like she's hating it.

"Shit. You're still so wet." I removed my mouth from her and inserted my finger again, feeling her walls contract around it.

I figured she was ready. After cumming twice, she's more than ready for my cock. I moved on top of her, pushing my pants down but not completely. I pulling myself out of my boxers and stroked myself a few times, before pushing inside her to the hilt. She moaned, legs spread and draped around my hips.

"Fuckk baby. I want to fuck you all night." I threw my head back, rolling my hips against her without pulling my cock out, feeling her warm insides stirring around me. "Make you cum on my cock until you realize the mistake you're making."

"Say you love me." I held her chin with my hand, tilting her head up to meet my kiss. I bit down softly on her lower lip, sucking on it. Her hair sticking onto her forehead, "I love you.. so say it for me, Y/N."

She opened her eyes, staring up at me are half lidded, lust, glazed eyes. I start to move my hips at a fast pace, unable to control myself. I want to cum everything inside my wife. Y/N pushed my hips away, she was too sensitive by now as I kept pounding into her. "Jungkook! I can't, I-I-please slow down a bit."

I couldn't control myself. I was deaf to her pleas as I held onto her, bringing myself deeper and deeper into her. "Y/N. Ah, I'm cumming."

That was the first time that I showed her the person who I came to be. I was no longer the Jungkook that he loved and she must come to terms with that because I will not let her go. She is for me and mine only.

She laid in my arms afterwards, the warmth engulfing us both as our minds are completely wiped blank. I stare at her serene face and still felt the love I promised her, "You cannot leave me, Y/N. We swore that only death will do us part."