She will not get away with this. She will pay for what she's done. Everything was perfect before she walked back into his life. Her treasure loved her. He worshipped her body. He pleasured her to within an inch of her life. He made her feel beautiful and young and wanted. She shut her eyes tightly and could see only him, could feel his hands touching her. She felt a tear run down her face. She gave in to her despair for several minutes as she lay in her bed in the darkness.

Seokjin. You must come back to me. She pictured his smile, his eyes, his strong, lean body. She sighed as she imagined his soft, plump lips on hers. She moaned as she remembered how those lips would move down her body, setting her on fire. No one else had made her feel the way he did. Not one of her many past lovers had ever made her blood frenzied with desire. Only him. Only him.

Seokjin. She brought her hand up to her breasts and pinched them hard. Oh, how she missed him! She snaked her hand down her stomach, her skin was burning. Her fingers reached her intimate heat. She imagined his fingers caressing her, smoothly moving in and out, and she moaned louder. My treasure. My dearest boy. I love you. Yes...yes...

Afterward, she lay spent and panting on her bed. It wasn't enough. She needed him. She needed his body on hers. She needed to feel him slamming into her. She craved him to a degree she herself couldn't believe. He loved her. He had never said he didn't, so he must still love her. And she loved him. Only him.

It's because of that bitch. Just because his dick's been in her doesn't mean he loves her. Why doesn't he understand that? That slut has so many other men. She doesn't need Seokjin. I need Seokjin. I need him. He's the only one I have left. Only him.

She got up from the bed in a panic. I have to stop her. She can't take him away. I must stop her. Seokjin belongs to me. To me. Without him, I'm just an old has-been. His love is my life.

She stared at the stranger in the mirror. I will stop her. She can't have him. He's mine.