"Morning, sunshine." A deep voice murmurs against your cheek, rousing you from your fitful sleep. The morning light burns your eyes as you slowly open them, head aching. You wonder why your head hurts so early in the morning, but the night before comes rushing back to you and you immediately know why. Dehydration. From crying. Because you cheated on your husband.

You sit up quickly with a gasp, Sejun jumping back, brow furrowed as he struggles to balance the two coffee mugs in his hands. Your heart breaks as you look at the handsome man you married, as you see his charisma and charm in the coffee he brings you. "You okay, love?" Sejun asks. You feel nauseous, your head aching and spinning as you force a smile onto your lips. Your lips that had been all over Yoongi's mere hours before.

"Yeah, I was just having a bad dream. Thank you." You mumble, voice raspy from sobbing the night before. You accept the gentle kiss on the cheek from Sejun, feeling even guiltier, not even able to take a sip of the coffee for feeling sick to your stomach.

"My pleasure, baby. I got Soomi ready and took her to school so you could sleep." He says as he climbs into bed next to you. "I miss you. Why were you home so late last night?" He asks. The guilt washes over you in waves, you don't know what got into you last night that made you betray the man you love for the man you despise. By the time you'd gotten home, Soomi and Sejun were fast asleep, and you'd barely slept, merely lying awake and staring at the ceiling for hours.

"The shoot ran late." You murmur, forcing yourself to take a drink of your coffee, the scalding liquid burning your tongue. "Wait, what time is it?" You ask, suddenly panicked at the thought of work. Yuna will scalp you bald if you're late.

"8:30, why—"

"Shit, I have to go. I'm gonna be late." You scramble out of bed, stripping out of your blouse that you'd fallen asleep in and putting on a fresh one the color of red wine. You pull on a jean skirt for lack of clean laundry and slip your heels onto your feet before turning to face Sejun. His face is somber at the fact that you have to leave on his day off. Your heart clenches. You walk over to his side of the bed and lean down to place your lips on his, and just the feeling of him renders you feeling purified, clean again. You know that's not true, that your mistakes stain your conscience the same way they did before your lips touched, but Sejun has that effect on you. "I love you." You murmur, and though your actions may not reflect your words, you do. You love Sejun.

"And I love you. I'll bring you some lunch in to work, okay? Don't worry about making it, you'll be late. Also, you might need to fill your car up, I used it to take Soomi this morning since mine was nearly out of gas." He reassures you, and you smile gently, throwing your tangled hair up into a messy bun on the top of your head. You offer him one last kiss to the cheek before running out the door.

Your twenty minute car ride and quick stop at the gas station offers you time to think about what happened the night before. You almost couldn't wrap your head around it: Min Yoongi, your ex and the devil reincarnated, kissed you. And you kissed him back. Willingly. Your grip on the wheel is unnecessarily tight as you replay the conversation in your head. How did you get so caught up in his confession that you would break your vows to Sejun? For Yoongi, someone who hurt you, someone you don't even love.

You gasp as you process that last thought. His confession.

"I loved you so much. I did. I swear." He says, and he brings your hand to his mouth, his lips caressing your skin as he speaks. "So much I—so much I don't think a part of me ever stopped." He says quietly, hot breath brushing your skin, velvet lips on your palm.

A shiver runs up your spine, and when you snap back to reality next, your blurry vision comes to rest on the diamond sparkling on your finger, knuckles white from gripping the steering wheel so hard. You realize your vision is blurry because you're tearing up, and you pry a hand off the wheel to wipe at your lashline with your sleeve. How could he love you after not seeing you for years, after breaking your heart, after becoming an idol and having men and women all over the world throw themselves at him?

He can't possibly still love you, you decide as you park your car in the lot outside the office. He was only using that as a reason to make you forgive him. Did you fall for it? Yes, way too hard, in fact. But does that make it okay? No. You know you're just as at fault for what you two did last night as he is, but you can't help but feel aggravated. Why would he tell you that? Why now? After he's well aware that you're married? Hell, after he knows you have a child?

A child. At the thought of Soomi, you feel the slightest bit of relief. He knows you have a child, but he doesn't know that the child is his. As long as everything stays that way, you don't care what happens. You don't think you can handle him finding out, or Sejun finding out, or even Soomi. It's selfish, but you can't. You and Sejun got married on the basis that you were pregnant. You love each other, but what inspired him to propose was you being five months along with what you both thought was his child.

You and Sejun had known each other for years, you were best friends throughout high school, and when Yoongi left you, you needed someone. Sejun was that person, and within the first hours of Yoongi leaving you, Sejun had dropped everything to come to your side when you called him sobbing. He was there as your best friend for the first few days, making you eat, cuddling you, giving you his shoulder to cry on. But after the fifth day, he confessed his romantic love for you, admitting that he'd felt that way since senior year of high school. You had sex with him, and enjoyed it. Not only was he sweet and funny, the same Sejun you had when he was only your best friend, but he was gentle and caring and loving, and he made you forget all about Yoongi.

He was surprised when he found out you were pregnant with Soomi, because you'd taken the morning after pill and were on birth control, but after the initial shock he grew to love the idea of being a father. You were scared to be a mother, but he comforted you, telling you he'd never leave you and that your baby would be beautiful. When you were five months along, you having just admitted you were in love with him, too, he proposed, and the rest is history.

You apply a little makeup to cover up that you've been crying, using your reflection in the car mirrors as guide. You never once thought that it was Yoongi who got you pregnant until Soomi was born. You knew the second you saw her eyes, her pouty little lips, her pale white skin, that she was not Sejun's, but you didn't have the heart to tell him. You'd attempted to convince yourself that it didn't matter, because Sejun would more of a father to Soomi than Yoongi ever would. And you weren't ever even going to see Yoongi again. Or so you thought. And then he decided to march on into the photography studio and ruin everything.

You shake your head, attempting to mentally prepare yourself for the day ahead of you. You were fifteen minutes late, and Yuna was definitely going to scold you. You collect your equipment from your trunk and enter the studio to see all seven men already dressed and waiting in front of the backdrop, looking kind of like lost puppies as Yuna speaks to their manager in hushed tones. The door slams shut behind you and you wince, all eyes landing on you as you set down your bag, your quiet entrance ruined. Yuna smiles in delight, but you know you're getting yelled at after this. "Sorry, I overslept." You say, retrieving your camera and your tripod from your bag.

"Let me help you with that, noona." Jungkook runs over, taking the heavy equipment from your hands, and you offer him a small smile and a quiet "thank you". He leans into you suddenly, playing it off as if he was about to drop the equipment. "Fix your collar, I can see the hickeys." Jungkook murmurs, innocent eyes full of a grave emotion as an alarm goes off in your brain. You nod in silent thanks as you fumble with the collar of your blouse, wondering if the silvery-pink haired man was telling you to be courteous or because he knows who put the hickies there.

The younger man listens to your directions on where to put it and does as told, before running back to join the others. That's when you get a chance to survey the members outfits and the set the compant provided. They're clear half circles, filled with sand and flowers. The boys look etherial, clad in tulle and pastel colors, albeit Jungkook's all black outfit. Your eyes linger on Yoongi, who stares back at you intensely. The same ripped denim from yesterday is what he wears today. You feel self conscious of your haphazard makeup, of your legs only covered by a mildly short skirt, of your nape, his favorite expanse of skin on your body, being fully exposed. His eyes burn into you, and you feel heat rising in your cheeks, feel the guilt washing over you in waves.

"Alright." You say, clearing your throat. "Let's begin."

this is definitely a filler but i had to make sure y'all know sejun's and your past before the next stuff happens. also,,,

DON'T JUDGE MY MAIN CHARACTER :( she's really having a rough time and cheating is obviously not okay, but it'll all make sense later!!! she's not a terrible human beinggg i swear