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Coincidence?

I think not.

My assistant called in sick today and Ji Woo showed up out of the blue with an armful of brand deals and proposals for us to look over together for Jungkook.

It's truly official that the universe freakin' hates me.

Driving home from the record label office at last, I rest my forehead on the steering wheel getting a whiff of its tangy, leathery smell.

My phone screen flashes and I reach for it absentmindedly to see a message from Jungkook's Mom saying that she was able to pick Justin up from Play-school. 

I let out a breath of relief. 

It would have been his third day straight of being collected late if I hadn't gave in and called Jungkook's Mom for help this time.

Juggling parenting on my own while Junkgook is away on tour is hard.

Even though he insists it would be amazing to have us join him on the road, I just know it isn't the right place for a child to grow up.

With a world famous superstar as his Dad, Justin was already in for an extraordinary life, no matter what. Which made me even more determined to give him a normal childhood.

A second message flashes up straight after the first and its Jungkook's Mom again. 

She's going to keep Justin for a sleepover tonight...

Good.

The traffic rolls on a little bit and I put the car back in gear, anxious to get moving again. My mind drifts back to Justin and how the poor pet hasn't been able to sleep that well lately. The more I think about it, it might actually be good for my sweet baby to have get some restful sleep. 

It is true that whenever he stays at grandma's, Justin never complains about, 'shadow'.

I always assume it's because his Father is gone? I mean, Justin missing his Dad should be the only logical trigger causing nightmares and his frequent sleep disturbances. But a part of me... the illogical side, isn't quite as certain. 

Jungkook might be away quite a lot but that never stops him from making time to at least call or FaceTime Justin everyday. 

I think of my baby screaming at the top of his lungs again in the middle of the night, his tiny cap of dark hair in disarray, his eyes like little glass beads, fresh with tears and immediately get a strange feeling about it. 

Its just....weird.

Perhaps, the house is haunted?

I snort.

A, 9 million dollar mansion in the holly-weird hills-   haunted?  

The thought alone was just silly... yup, totally farfetched!

I gulped uncertainly.

..  Or maybe not.

Shaking my head rigorously, I tried to be sensible. 

Jungkook would be back in three nights and two days so I silently make a note to talk to him about maybe looking at new houses? 

I tap 'look at new houses' into my calendar on the the dash of my Mercedes quickly with my left hand before settling its grip once again on the steering wheel.  

Feeling somewhat accomplished, I link my arms together in front of me and ease off the brake a little so that my car rolls along with the slow-moving LA traffic. 

"That's that. I'll make it a first point of business when he gets back."

Forty-five minutes later, I turn into the driveway and look up at the house as I approach it.

A night away from home for Justin, means an entire evening alone to myself. I should feel relieved or maybe even grateful. There's been a lot on my plate lately. But as I get out of the car and navigate towards the front door, I can't help but get a feeling of dread.

It feels lonely, almost cold here. 

I stumble into the quiet kitchen and put my hands on the counters staring morosely at the picturesque view of the pool.

I need to pull myself together and get my mood right before Justin comes back, otherwise he'll pick up on it and I don't need to worry his little head anymore about anything else.

After a while, I snap out of it and proceed to eat dinner in front of the TV by myself. 

It's dark by the time the show is over and I trudge into Jungkook and I's bedroom. I blink slowly at the large bed and feel a twinge of longing for him. 

Is there anything worse than being sad and horny at the same time? 

In spite of myself, I smile. 

I couldn't wait for the next 48 hours to pass by swiftly so that I could feel my husband hold me in his arms again.

I turn the tiny speaker on in my room to some soft music and begin to take my clothes off. 

As I walk into the shower, I'm only half-listening because my mind becomes consumed with an image of Jungkook's gentle smile.

God, I miss him.

I nibble my lip and twist the faucet open, thankful for the soothing warm water that rushes down over my back with a perfect force. I turn the shower temp a little colder because now an idea is growing inside me. 

A very naughty, wicked idea.  An idea that makes me want to....

I reach down, to lightly touch myself then pull my hand up again. I ignore the heat of my face as my fingers shuffle the toiletries in the shelf and I grab my shampoo to begin to wash my hair instead. 

I mean, what was I ashamed of? I'm a grown ass woman and I'm home alone. In my own privacy, I can do whatever I damn well like.

***

I scrubbed at my hair furiously and rinsed the water out, feeling frustrated.

Just as my fingers touched the tap to turn the stream of water off, I felt someone place their hands on my shoulders.

Startled, I could barely manage to turn around, petrified that I'd find myself up against a burglar and even worse yet, while I was naked!

But my fear vanished as I whipped around to meet whoever it was that had touched me, face to face.

"Jungkook!" I held a desperate hand to my bare chest, "You scared me to death. What are you doing here?" I questioned, feeling both excited, bamboozled and worried at the same time.

He only smiled at me. 

His kind, dark eyes were like a mirror. I could see myself reflected in them and tears immediately stung my eyes. 

"You weren't supposed to come back for two more days..."I sputtered, "I've... missed you. I've missed you so much." I said as the initial shock began to ware off and I started to relax. My tears mingled with the falling water and Jungkook just smiled at me again before he put his arms around me and began kissing and touching me. I'd never been so surprised and yet so aroused all at once just to feel his touch after so long, my body was in overdrive.

I let out a moan as his tongue slipped into my mouth and slowly tangled with mine.

I never understood how he could be so gentle and yet so passionate at the same time.

Jungkook guided us towards the shower wall. I could feel my body blush as he kissed along my neck, then my shoulders. 

"Mmmm.." Jungkook grunted softly. Even with the water rushing, I heard his gentle sighs and I could feel the tension melt away from my body. 

He kept his mouth on me, pecking, licking and torturing me sweetly until he'd moved down to take a nipple in his mouth. His tongue was hot against it and instead of tensing up, I relaxed even more. Jungkook must have sensed it because he immediately pushed me back until my skin touched the wall and I don't know how it happened but he picked me up and slipped inside me so fast my head fell back against the cold tile. It felt like heaven, like I was waiting for him after a thousand years.

I clung to his chest as he slowly thrust into me. 

I moved my face away from his strong shoulder when I realised that I must have been whining so loudly right into his ear but he must have really liked it a lot because instead he shifted his palm that was pressed against the wall slightly upward sort of trapping my head head to stay where it was and picked up the pace. 

His movements were urgent and fiery, I lost sight of everything around me. I forgot about the stress and tiredness and worrying about our little Justin. All I could think of was Jungkook all over me, inside me and feeling a sudden urge to be connected to him that was stronger than ever.

"Fuck, love I'm gonna' come!" I cried and Jungkook leaned down, warm water coursing over his face and lips, then he kissed me. 

I wrapped myself around him even tighter as we both exploded together and I basked in the release of energy between us that felt almost magical in its intensity.

***

By the time I came back to my senses, my eyes fluttered open to find myself laying in bed. 

The morning sun crept through the curtains and the faraway noise of birds tweeting made me sit upright.

Fully dressed in my pyjamas, I lurched for my phone.

7:17AM

What?

I rummaged the sheets next to me searching for the man I was with last night and then stopped.

I felt crazy.

I nearly dropped the smooth metal device as it started to ring and I answered it hurriedly only to hear the warmth of my husband's voice.

"Jungkook?" I said breathlessly.

Maybe he had woken up early and went to the store? But what store near us was open at 7 in the morning?

"Hi," He answered sounding chirpy. "I just wanted to call you first thing before your day got too busy, Love. I miss you and Justin like fucking crazy. I can't wait to get home..."

Jungkook kept talking but I didn't hear anything else he said after that.

Intrepid silence rang loudly in my ears as I tried to piece together my memory of last night. 

Jungkook had been here.

With me.

And if he wasn't, then who was? Last night felt too raw not to be real. I grabbed my hair in clumps allowing the phone to fall from my ear. Jungkook's distant chattering still echoing in the background. Utter disbelief and an unsettling melancholy fell over me.

I must really be losing it.

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