If I don't laugh, I'm gonna cry

Don't wanna hear your name tonightI'm finally happy, not in the moodI don't wanna think about you

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"Really, you see, the way I look at it, you do as I say, or I make your sister's life a misery. I don't have to threaten you two, just your sister. I can make her life hell on earth, believe me," Jungkook said, his hands gripping Y/n's shoulders. "Just try me. Your weakness is not your slutty ways or your need to know everything. It's your sweet, little, not-so-innocent sister. Now leave."

Mary and Alice stood for several seconds, and Y/n pulled out from his touch, forcing a smile.

"It's fine. We can hang out tomorrow. He won't hurt me." She didn't know if that was true.

The old Jungkook wouldn't hurt her.

This one, well, he didn't exactly give her any comforting feels right now.

She tucked her hair behind her ear, wishing she could find a way to make Jungkook stop with his threats.

"One day, Jungkook, you're going to want something you can't have, and when it does, I'm going to fucking laugh in your face," Mary said as her parting shot.

The door closed. Y/n was grateful her sister didn't slam the door. She didn't want Jae eon awake right now.

"You've made my family leave, so what do you want?" Y/n asked.

"Simple, I want to give you what you crave." He stepped up to her and put a hand on her cheek. "I want to make love to my wife."

"Pardon me?"

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The moment Y/n left his office, he called his lawyer to see how strong her case for divorce was, and much to his annoyance, she did have one. They hadn't been seen together.

The town, they didn't know his face or him. He only saw his son on the weekends. To the outside world, they were living separate lives, and the only way for any marital judge to change their mind was for him to throw a seed of doubt.

So, out of his suit, he'd dressed in jeans and a shirt, ready to play the part of adoring husband in her very quaint little home.

His penthouse apartment in the city was bigger. When she talked about her plans for a family, he assumed a much bigger property. His PI had told him about her purchase of this place.

He was able to work behind the scenes for most of Y/n's decisions, putting himself in her life without her even realizing it. He did own half of this house, her car, and he owned the entirety of her haberdashery.

Their time together had been short before their marriage, but he did listen to every single word that came out of her mouth when she did speak to him.

He didn't ignore her. He'd enjoyed listening to her talk about her plans for the future. She was never false with him, and she'd been refreshing to be around.

This was the life he knew she wanted for herself, and well, now, for the next couple of weeks or even months, this was his home as well.

Running fingers through his hair, he glanced around the place and saw so many pictures. They were cluttered or crammed, but instead of artwork, there were portraits of Jae eon, Y/n, and her sisters.

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"You're crazy," Y/n said. "That is so not happening." She turned on her heel and walked away.

He followed her. She was going to have to get used to having him around.

"You think I didn't see the interest in your eyes," he said. Her kitchen was small but homey.

He watched her pick up her sisters' cups, dumping the contents in the sink before washing them. How very domesticated. He didn't clean anything. He hired a cleaner, and he also had a cook as well.

She started to laugh. "Oh, my, you really do have a big ego, don't you? I don't want to sleep with you."

"Sleeping is the furthest thing from my mind."

"Wow, you know what, I don't want you here. I don't want to confuse Jae eon with you being here."

"He's our son. I'm his dad. There's not much confusion."

"You've never stepped foot into our home before, Jungkook. He's never seen you."

"So, unless you've told him a big outlandish lie where I'm allergic to the house."

"Of course not. I don't lie."

"Then answer me this, are you attracted to me?" he said. He was going to win this argument one way or another.

"I'm not doing this. I come to you asking for a divorce, which you refuse to give me, and what, end up on my doorstep wanting to have sex."

"You can't tell me you're not a little bit tempted. It has been five years, and I know no one has stepped in my place."

She shook her head. "You know what, I don't want to talk to you, or even be near you right now."

"You didn't answer me with a denial, so I'm guessing, you want me." He stepped around the counter.

Y/n didn't back away. Her arms were folded. "If you want, I can be the guy you fell in love with. I remember what it was you loved." He changed his voice to a softly spoken tone. "I'm still the same guy, Y/n. Just with a few hard edges you will grow to enjoy."

"When I don't think you can stoop even lower, you go and do that. I don't want you here, but it would seem that it doesn't matter what I do or don't want. You're going to do whatever the hell you want, regardless. I don't want to sleep with you, and using the guy I fell in love with is insulting. He's not real because he's all lies. You're the one who is real, and this man I want nothing to do with." She went to step away, but Jungkook caught her.

"Really? You have no feelings for me at all?" Jungkook asked.

"You think I could ever love you? The way you are. You threatened to take my son away from me. I will never fall in love with you."

He smirked. "Baby, I didn't say anything about love. Far from it, I want to know if you want this." He gripped the back of her head and slammed his lips down on hers, taking the kiss he'd been wanting since she'd walked into his office that afternoon.

If only his PI was close by to get a view of this kiss and to snap some pictures, he would be able to get what he wanted, but this was going to take more than pictures. He wanted to convince Y/n to stay with him.

Sliding his tongue across the seam of her lips, she let out a little gasp, exactly what he'd been waiting for, and he plunged in, deepening the kiss.

The hands on his chest stopped trying to push him away. She gripped his shirt in her fist, and he moved her until her back hit the wall.

Taking hold of her hands, he slammed them up against the wall, holding her in place.

He'd never kissed her like this, and he certainly hadn't felt her respond like this either. With one hand holding both of hers captive above her head, with the other, he slowly caressed down, feeling her shake. He didn't break from the kiss as he cupped her breast, feeling the hard bud of her nipple against his palm. She let out a little moan, and he captured it. Running his thumb across the beaded point, he wanted her to scream his name, to cry out, but he didn't want to give her a chance to even think.

Removing his hand from her tit, he cupped her between her thighs. The jeans she wore stopped him from feeling just how wet she was. She had on too many clothes, and he needed her to be completely mindless.

How long had it been since she came?

Had she waited the five years, or had she touched herself thinking about him? He'd been the first one to give her an orgasm, and he'd vowed to be the last. Did she take matters into her own hands? If so, he wanted to see her touching herself and making herself come—that would be fucking glorious.

"Mom? Dad?"

Jungkook didn't get a chance to control the kiss as their son interrupted the moment.

Y/n pulled out of his arms, shaking a little. Her lips were swollen. "Hey sweetheart, did you have a bad dream?"

"I dreamt sharks were chasing me again," Jae eon said.

Jungkook was really glad the counter was between them as his cock was fucking hard, achingly so. He'd only just gotten started.

Y/n bent down, picking up their son, and Jungkook was overcome by such a sharp wave of possession seeing her do that. It was a motherly thing to do, but he'd never seen it with his own eyes, only through the lens of a camera.

"I'm going to put him to bed."

"Mommy, I want you both to do it," Jae eon said.

"Oh, okay. If your father wants to," Y/n said. She looked toward him, and he knew she wanted him to refuse.

"I'd love to."

"Great," Y/n said.

She needed to realize he wasn't going anywhere. Following Y/n upstairs, he admired her ass even as she carried their son.

She walked down the shortest corridor known to man and entered their son's room. Jae eon had told him all about his decorated room, and now he knew who the Taehyung was that had helped them.

He hadn't been some guy from a decorating crew like he originally thought. Taehyung was the little asshole who thought he could take his wife and son. Well, he was going to be in for a shock because he wasn't leaving, and now he had another plan.

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