Min Arin

I sit at my desk, staring at the stack of reports in front of me. It’s been six months since this... arrangement with Jungkook began. Six months of working together on the basics of our daily lives amd needs, but still feeling a strange distance between us. So many things have changed in this time—yet many have stayed the same. The most noticeable change, however, is my closeness to his family. Especially Miso.

We hadn’t really connected much at first, but everything shifted when everyone found out she was pregnant. One day, Taehyung was practically pacing, a restless bundle of nerves, because he couldn’t leave work to take her to her doctor’s appointment. I could tell he was torn, wanting to be by her side, so I offered to go with her. I didn’t expect much from it, but to my surprise, it was the beginning of a new friendship.

From that day forward, whenever Taehyung is busy, I’m the one who goes with Miso to her appointments. It feels nice to be needed and to be part of something, part of her journey. We spend a lot of time together now, and for the first time in a long while, I feel like I’ve made a real friend—someone who actually understands me.

Today is no different. We’re at the doctor’s office, and as the doctor shows us the baby’s sonogram picture, I can see Miso’s excitement. Her eyes light up as the doctor points out the tiny movements on the screen, and I can’t help but feel a little in awe of it all. The sound of the baby’s heartbeat fills the room, steady and rhythmic. It’s such a simple, beautiful sound, and yet it makes my thoughts wander.

I glance over at Miso, who is beaming with happiness, her hand resting protectively over her belly. She and Taehyung have a real marriage, a real connection, and soon they’ll have a baby to complete their family. They’re so different from Jungkook and me. Our marriage... well, it’s not really a marriage, is it? We share a home, sometimes bed too sure, but we don’t share our lives in the way a husband and wife should.

I wonder if I’ll ever get to feel something like this. The joy of expecting a child. The sense of belonging to someone, of building a future together. I doubt it’ll happen anytime soon, though. Jungkook and I... we’re nowhere near that kind of relationship. It’s not even a thought for the near future.

As I sit there, lost in my own thoughts, I suddenly feel a wave of nausea wash over me. My stomach churns, and I feel an intense urge to vomit.

"Excuse me," I mumble, getting up hurriedly and rushing out of the room. I barely make it to the bathroom in time before the nausea takes over.

After a few moments of composing myself, I splash cold water on my face and stare at my reflection in the mirror. I don’t know what just happened. Maybe it’s the stress from work, or maybe it’s just that today is hitting me harder than usual. Being around Miso and seeing the joy she’s feeling... it’s making me think about things I’ve tried to avoid for months.

I take a deep breath and head back into the room, where Miso is waiting for me, a concerned look on her face.

"Are you okay?" she asks softly.

I nod, forcing a smile. "Yeah, I think it’s just stress. I’ve been pushing myself too hard at work lately."

Miso gives me a sympathetic look, but thankfully, she doesn’t push the matter. I sit back down beside her, watching as the doctor wraps up the appointment.

As we leave the clinic, Miso chatters on about baby names and nursery ideas, but my mind is elsewhere. I can’t stop thinking about what just happened. What does it mean? Why do I suddenly feel so overwhelmed by everything?

I glance over at Miso, who is still glowing with happiness. For her, everything seems so certain. For me... well, my life still feels like it’s stuck in this strange limbo, between what’s expected and what I actually want.

As we head back home, I can’t help but wonder—will things ever change for me? Or am I destined to keep living in this space between, always on the outside of my own life, watching others live theirs?

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The day had been long, and as I sat in front of my vanity, carefully massaging a soothing moisturizer into my skin, I let out a sigh. My thoughts were still spinning from earlier with Miso. The sonogram, the heartbeat, the way it made me question everything about my life, my marriage... It was overwhelming, to say the least. I was trying to let the calm of my nighttime routine wash over me, hoping to forget the confusion swirling in my mind.

Then, I heard it—a knock on the door. I froze for a second. There was no mistaking who it was. It was Jungkook. He had his ways, a routine, when it came to these... encounters. He never came to my door right after work. Usually, he would go to his own room, take his time, maybe even shower. Then, when he was ready, he would knock. It wasn’t something either of us discussed, but the pattern was always the same. Until tonight.

I opened the door, and there he was. But tonight, something was off.

Jungkook stood there in his police uniform—dark, authoritative, and slightly disheveled. He only wore it for official meetings, so seeing him in it now, outside of those controlled environments, was jarring. His hair was messy, and his eyes... His eyes held something different, something darker. It wasn’t the usual detached look he gave me when he came for what he wanted.

Before I could even ask why he was still in uniform or what had happened, he moved. Swiftly. He stepped toward me, his hand reaching up, cupping the back of my neck, and then his lips were on mine. The kiss was rough, rushed—nothing like the mechanical, passionless exchanges we usually shared. His lips pressed hard against mine, and I found myself stumbling back as he pushed us further into the room.

My mind tried to catch up with the situation. This wasn’t how it usually went. His kisses had always been detached, merely a step to get what he needed, never more. But tonight, there was something desperate about them. His fingers dug into my skin as he kissed me with an intensity that was new—raw.

I felt my back hit the bed, but Jungkook didn’t slow down. He pressed harder, his mouth moving against mine like he was trying to drown out something else.

I could feel the tension in his body—he was coiled tight, like a spring about to snap. Whatever had happened today, whatever had caused this shift, it was driving him to me. Maybe it wasn’t about me at all. Maybe I was just the outlet for whatever storm was brewing inside him.

As he kissed me with that same rough intensity, I couldn’t help but feel a strange mix of emotions. This was new, but still, it was him. Jungkook, the man who barely looked at me outside these moments, the man who kept everything locked away. I didn’t understand what was happening, but I responded instinctively, matching his urgency. My hands found his hair, pulling him closer, trying to keep up with the frantic pace he had set.

But there was something different, something that tugged at me from the back of my mind. This wasn’t the usual routine we had fallen into. This wasn’t just sex. It felt... desperate. And it wasn’t just him—it was me, too. My thoughts flashed back to Miso, to the sonogram, to the quiet realization I had earlier in the day. What was I doing? What were we doing?

But I pushed those thoughts aside. Not now. Not in this moment.

Jungkook’s hands slid down my body, pulling me closer to him. His kisses trailed down my neck, and I let out a breathless gasp. I could feel the weight of his body pressing into mine, but for once, it didn’t feel as disconnected as it usually did. It didn’t feel like he was a million miles away, mentally checking out while we did this. Tonight, he was here—fully, desperately here.

“Jungkook,” I whispered against his lips, but he didn’t answer. He just kissed me harder, as if my voice was something he couldn’t bear to hear right now.

His uniform was still on, the stiff fabric brushing against my skin. It was wrong, but it also felt like a reminder that whatever had happened today, whatever had led him to me like this, was something he wasn’t willing to talk about. He wasn’t here for words. He was here to escape, to lose himself in something—anything—that wasn’t what had been waiting for him outside that door.

And I let him. I let him take what he needed, even though I wasn’t sure what it meant. Even though part of me wondered if this was just another form of running—for both of us.

It was rough, it was messy, and it was different. But tonight, for the first time in a long time, it didn’t feel completely empty. There was something real in the way his hands held onto me, something raw in the way he kissed me.

In the darkness of the room, Jungkook pulled me onto the bed. I didn't protest as his hands found my waist, pushing up my nightgown. When he broke the kiss to pull it off, I barely had time to catch my breath. My skin was hot, flushed from his touch, and the air was electric with tension. I hadn't realized how much I had needed this—hadn't realized just how much my body was craving a release.

His mouth found mine again, his lips soft against mine. It was a kiss that held no expectations. I felt his body press into mine, his weight holding me in place. The blanket slid down to my waist as his mouth traveled down my neck, his teeth nipping gently at my skin.

His fingers skimmed over the curve of my hips, up my thigh to the waistband of my panties. My pulse quickened as he pulled them down, his hands working slowly. It was deliberate, almost teasing. I let out a frustrated whimper as his fingers brushed against my inner thigh, sending shivers through me.

“Jungkook.” I bit the words out as his mouth slid down to my breasts. His fingers found my center at the same time his mouth found my nipple, his tongue tracing it in slow circles. I arched into him with a moan, my back bowing against the mattress as pleasure rushed through me.

My head fell back against the bed as his mouth continued to work me over, my fingers finding his hair. His lips were soft, his tongue warm, and his hands were rough and calloused against my skin. I gasped as he bit down gently, his fingers increasing their pace as I began to feel myself get closer.

“Wait.” I tried to say it, but my voice was breathless as his mouth moved back to my lips. His tongue was warm against mine, tasting me like he wanted to savor this moment.

“Shh.” He murmured it against my lips, his hand sliding up my thigh. “Let me.”

I couldn't protest as he spread my legs, settling between them. I could feel the head of his cock against me, hot and smooth against my entrance. It was almost too much, almost overwhelming, but he didn't give me time to think about it.

He pressed into me, slowly, his breath rushing out against my shoulder as I clutched at him. The pain was sharp, but fleeting, as he filled me up completely. My legs wrapped around him instinctively, pulling him closer.

I couldn't speak, couldn't do anything other than feel as he began to move. He was slow and deliberate, his hips pressing into mine in deep strokes that made me see stars.

I lost myself in him completely. His mouth found mine as he picked up his pace. His hands braced on either side of me, his muscles tensing under his skin as he moved inside me. Every brush of him against me made me moan, made me feel like I was going to explode.

“Jungkook,” I managed to gasp out as he buried his face in my neck. He groaned in response, his fingers gripping my hips as he thrust harder inside me.

I felt it building inside me, felt the pleasure build to a crescendo before releasing suddenly. The orgasm crashed over me, a wave of heat and pleasure so intense I couldn't breathe. I heard him grunt, felt him thrust hard against me as he came, but I barely registered it. The pleasure was so overwhelming that my entire world had narrowed down to this moment.

When we finally broke apart, our breathing was heavy and labored. He pressed his forehead against mine, his hands braced on either side. My heart was still racing, my pulse beating in time with the blood that pounded in my ears. I didn't say anything as he pulled out of me slowly, not wanting to break this moment.

My limbs felt like jelly, my body completely spent. I barely registered as he got up to get rid of the condom, my mind still trying to process everything that had happened.

For a moment, he just stood there, staring at the floor, as if lost in thought.

I watched him in silence, my heart still racing from the intensity of everything that had just happened. But something didn’t sit right. It wasn’t the kiss itself—it was what it meant. The desperation, the tension. Something was wrong. I could feel it.

Without saying a word, Jungkook turned to leave, heading toward the door like nothing had happened. I swallowed, my throat dry, unsure of whether I should speak up or just let him go. But something inside me—something that had been building up over these past six months—pushed me to ask, for once.

"Jungkook."

He stopped in his tracks, his hand hovering over the doorknob. He didn’t turn around, but I saw the way his shoulders tensed at the sound of my voice. It was the first time in a long time I’d called out to him like that, and it felt foreign, almost like I was speaking to a stranger.

I hesitated for a second, but then the words spilled out before I could stop them. "What happened today? Is everything... okay?"

For a moment, the room was filled with silence. My heart pounded in my ears as I waited for him to respond. I half-expected him to brush me off, to give me some vague excuse before walking away, like he always did. But this time, something was different.

He sighed. It was a long, tired sound, and when he finally spoke, his voice was low, almost defeated.

"I got transferred," he said, his back still facing me. "To Busan."

I blinked, the weight of his words slowly sinking in. Transferred to Busan? The word felt heavy, like it carried a million implications I wasn’t ready to face. "Oh," was all I managed to say, my voice small and unsure.

He stood there for a moment longer, as if waiting for me to say something more, but I didn’t know what to say. What could I say? His transfer meant more than just a change in location. It meant distance. Physical distance, yes, but also an emotional one that had already been growing between us since the beginning of this so-called marriage.

Jungkook didn’t say anything else. He didn’t offer an explanation, didn’t try to reassure me, or even acknowledge what this would mean for us. Instead, he opened the door and walked out of the room without looking back, leaving me alone in the silence.

I stood there for what felt like an eternity, staring at the closed door. My mind was racing, replaying the conversation, the kiss, everything that had happened today. He was leaving. Not just emotionally, but physically. The distance between us—is now becoming real, tangible. He is going to Busan, and I had no idea what that would mean for us.

Would we continue to live like this, pretending everything was fine, pretending that this marriage wasn’t just an arrangement we were both stuck in? Or would this distance finally break whatever fragile thread had been holding us together?

I sat down on the edge of the bed, my hands trembling slightly as I tried to process everything. Six months. It had been six months since Jungkook and I had entered this arrangement for... convenience. For the sake of family, for the sake of appearances. And in that time, so much had changed, and yet so much hadn’t.

I had grown closer to his family—especially to Miso, who had become like a sister to me. And yet, with Jungkook, things had remained the same. We lived in the same house, shared the same space, but we were miles apart emotionally. And now, with him moving to Busan, that distance would only grow wider.

A part of me wanted to fight it, to ask him to stay, to make this work. But another part of me—one that had grown weary from trying—wondered if there was even anything left to fight for. We were both living separate lives, tied together by a promise that neither of us seemed willing to fully honor.

I stared at the empty doorway, feeling a strange sense of loneliness creep in. The reality of our situation was sinking in now more than ever. Jungkook was slipping away, and I wasn’t sure if I had the strength to pull him back.

Would this distance finally sever the thin connection we had? Or was it just the beginning of a new chapter, one where we continued to drift further apart?

I didn’t know the answer. But as I sat there in the quiet, the weight of it all pressing down on me, I couldn’t help but wonder if this was the beginning of the end.

Author's Note:

Hey, lovely readers! 🌟 Thank you so much for reading this chapter—I hope you felt all the emotions swirling between Arin and Jungkook! Things are definitely heating up, and with Jungkook's transfer to Busan, the distance between them is only growing... But don't worry, twists and surprises are still coming your way! 😏

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