Their lives were going smoothly. Y/N never mentioned anything about those pictures. But she noticed the differences in Namjoon's behavior.

He was trying harder always making time for her, finding ways to be near her, as if to erase the mistakes of the past.

Y/N however was torn. She loved him, but the betrayal was too deep too raw to forgive. And yet, her heart betrayed her every time.

She felt her resolve weaken in the moments when he hugged her from behind while she was busy, when his lips brushed against her neck, sending shivers down her spine.

Namjoon hadn't hurt her again, but the damage was already done. Her trust was shattered, and despite his efforts, the cracks in her heart remained. She was surprised by how much he'd changed.

He no longer let her sleep on the couch. Whenever she fell asleep there, he would carry her to his room, tucking her in beside him.

She had started to notice that he clung to her at night, wrapping his arms around her as if afraid she might disappear.

He needed her, she could feel it in his touch, in the way he buried his face in her neck, breathing in her scent to lull himself to sleep. But no matter how tender these moments were, Y/N couldn’t forget.

One afternoon, Y/N woke up feeling unwell. The bed was empty. Namjoon was already gone. She stretched, groaning softly, and glanced at the clock. It was 5 in the evening.

"I slept this much? Or is the clock broken?" she murmured, rubbing her temples. After double-checking, she realized the clock was fine.

"Maybe it’s beacuse of the fever" she thought with a sigh before heading to the bathroom for a shower. Feeling slightly better afterward, she made her way downstairs to clean the house, do the laundry, and prepare dinner.

The hours slipped by quickly, and soon it was 9 PM time for Namjoon to return. The sound of the door opening broke the quiet. She looked up from where she’d dozed off on the couch, shifting uncomfortably.

Namjoon stepped in, and Y/N’s sleepy eyes widened as she noticed a girl beside him. Her heart raced. Who is she? Why was she here?

"This is my cousin Seoyoon" Namjoon said casually, setting down her bags. "She came from Daejeon. Eomma and Appa are out of town, so she’ll be staying with us for a few days." Saying this Namjoon went to his room.

Y/N forced a polite smile, her heart still pounding. Seoyoon greeted her warmly, and Y/N reciprocated, gesturing for her to sit down. She handed her a glass of water and sat beside her, though unease simmered beneath her calm facade.

"Namjoon is such a gentleman" Seoyoon said, her voice sweet but grating on Y/N’s nerves. "He carried my heavy bags and insisted to me to stay here. Such a cute baby."

Y/N felt a spark of anger flare up in her chest but held her tongue. Instead, she got up and headed to the kitchen to heat the food. Seoyoon followed her, chatting idly, but Y/N barely responded.

As the sound of footsteps approached, Seoyoon suddenly threw a glass on the floor. The sharp sound startled Y/N, who turned around just in time to see Seoyoon crouch down, pretending to clean up.

"It’s okay," Seoyoon said sweetly, glancing up at Y/N. "If you don’t want me here, just say so. You don’t have to break your own dishes."

Namjoon entered the kitchen at that moment, his eyes darting between the two women.

"What’s going on?" he asked, his tone wary.

"Nothing," Seoyoon said, feigning innocence. "Y/N was just a little upset with me for staying here. It’s not a big deal."

Y/N froze, her mind racing to process what was happening.

"Leave it, Seoyoon. Go freshen up and join us for dinner," Namjoon said with a sigh. Seoyoon flashed him a grateful smile and headed upstairs.

Namjoon turned to Y/N, his expression serious. "Look my parents aren’t here so, she’s staying with us. She’s a guest. Can you please behave properly?"

"I didn’t do anything!" Y/N shot back, her voice trembling with frustration.

"I saw it" Namjoon said, stepping closer to her, his voice low.

"You didn’t see me breaking the glass" Y/N hissed, gritting her teeth.

"Ugh, I’m too exhausted for this" Namjoon muttered, rubbing his temple. "Forget it. Just give me food I’m starving."

Y/N sighed, her hands trembling as she served the food. But as she turned to leave, Namjoon grabbed her wrist and gently pulled her down onto his lap.

She couldn’t help but laugh softly at his persistence he’d been doing this lately, refusing to let her serve him, always insisting to eat together.

But the moment shattered as Seoyoon reentered the kitchen. Her wet hair clung to her shoulders, and the thin fabric of her shirt outlined her figure.

Y/N’s jaw tightened as she realized Seoyoon wasn’t wearing anything beneath the shirt.

Namjoon thankfully didn’t even glance her way. He finished his food quickly and excused himself, hurrying upstairs. Y/N’s anger simmered as she cleaned the dishes.

Seoyoon leaned against the counter, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "The way he ran off, I’d say he found me quite... distracting."

Y/N didn’t respond, her hands scrubbing furiously.

Seoyoon chuckled and added, "You might want to put in more effort. You’re lucky to have someone like Namjoon. Not every man can resist a woman like me."

Y/N shot her a cold glare. "Just wear something appropriate. You’re looking so desperate."

Seoyoon’s smirk faltered for a moment, but she quickly recovered, tossing her hair back. Y/N turned away, her knuckles white as she clenched the sponge.

Her patience was wearing thin. And something told her this was just the beginning.

When she entered the room, Namjoon was lying on the bed, his hand resting lazily on his chest as he stared at the ceiling. She quietly sat on the edge of the bed, her thoughts a whirlpool of emotions.

Sensing her presence, Namjoon turned his head slightly, his gaze softening as he noticed her distant expression. Without a word, he reached out, gently pulling her into his arms and onto his chest. She smiled faintly, her fingers tracing the fabric of his shirt.

"You look troubled" he murmured, his deep voice laced with concern.

She shook her head slightly, avoiding his eyes. Namjoon, however, wasn’t convinced. He tilted her chin upward, his thumb brushing her cheek as he studied her. With a soft sigh, he leaned in, placing a featherlight kiss on her lips.

"Where will she sleep?" Y/N asked abruptly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Namjoon’s arms tightened protectively around her waist. "On the couch," he replied with a small chuckle. "She knows this place is like a condo. We barely have room for us."

His attempt to ease her tension didn’t go unnoticed, but Y/N still frowned. Her pout deepened, and Namjoon couldn’t resist. He shifted slightly, rolling her onto her back and positioning himself above her, his eyes locking onto hers.

"Ok… just keep her away from here....from us" Y/N said, her tone soft but firm. "I don’t like the way she’s behaving."

Namjoon’s lips curled into a teasing smile. "Why?" he asked, lowering himself to kiss the pout away.

"I don't know..her dressing and get way of talking is..." Y/N muttered, her fingers nervously fidgeting with the edge of his shirt. "Sh's too open-minded..actually she’s a model..maybe that's why she don't feel uncomfortable like this."

Namjoon chuckled, his deep voice vibrating against her. "Are you jealous?" he teased, his hand playfully pinching her nose.

"Of course I am," she admitted, her cheeks flushing as she avoided his gaze. "Now let me sleep. I’m not feeling well today."

Her attempt to push him away was half-hearted, and Namjoon stayed close, his expression shifting from playful to tender. "Did you take your medicine? You still have fever" he asked, his voice full of worry.

She nodded, resting her head against his chest. "I just want to stay like this for a while."

Namjoon kissed the top of her head, wrapping his arms around her. "Hmm..... stay" he whispered. They clung to each other as the world around them faded, the warmth of their embrace carrying them into a peaceful sleep.

The next morning, sunlight filtered through the curtains, bathing the room in a golden glow. They woke up together, moving through their morning routine in perfect harmony. Afterward, they shared breakfast with Seoyoon, the atmosphere tense despite Namjoon’s light-hearted attempts to keep things normal.

Y/N couldn’t help but notice how Seoyoon behaved. She was far too comfortable, leaning too close to Namjoon, her laughter a little too loud, her hand brushing his arm unnecessarily. Y/N’s eyes narrowed as Seoyoon smirked at her, as if taunting her deliberately.

"Namjoon" Y/N said, her tone sharp as she handed him a small list. "You need to go shopping for groceries."

Namjoon glanced at the list, nodding. "Alright. I’ll head out after breakfast."

Before he could even fold the paper, Seoyoon leaned against the doorframe, her voice sugary sweet. "I’ve been cooped up all morning. I’ll go with you, Namjoon" she chimed, her eyes flickering toward Y/N with a smirk.

Y/N’s grip on her mug tightened, her irritation bubbling under the surface. She forced a tight smile, her voice calm but firm. "I’ll get ready. We’ll go together."

Namjoon’s lips twitched upward as he noticed the hint of possessiveness in her tone. He said nothing, but inside, he found her jealousy endearing.

Seoyoon’s smile faltered, but she quickly masked it with a forced laugh. "Oh, alright" she muttered, turning away.

Y/N’s eyes followed her until she disappeared from sight. She turned to Namjoon, her expression softening. "She’s too much" she said quietly, her fingers brushing against his arm.

Namjoon reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Don’t worry" he whispered, his voice soothing. "You’re the only one I see."

The tension in her shoulders eased slightly, but her resolve remained firm. She wouldn’t let Seoyoon come between them, no matter what.

Namjoon sat in the driver’s seat, his hands steady on the wheel, while Y/N settled into the passenger’s seat beside him. In the back seat, Seoyoon sat quietly, her mind far from the conversation in the car.

Her gaze lingered on the back of Namjoon’s head, a mix of longing and determination in her eyes. Seoyoon had liked Namjoon since they were young, but everything changed when she found out he had someone else in his life.

From that moment on, she became obsessed with one thought: to take that girl out of his heart, no matter what it took.

A sudden cough broke the silence. "P-please… s-stop the c-c-car" Seoyoon stammered, her voice weak as she coughed loudly.

Namjoon’s expression shifted to concern, and he immediately pulled the car to the side of the road. Seoyoon stepped out, leaning on the door as she gasped for air, her body trembling.

Y/N followed her quickly, her hand gently patting Seoyoon’s back. "Are you okay? What happened?" she asked, her voice laced with genuine worry.

Seoyoon looked up, tears welling in her eyes. Her voice was barely above a whisper, shaky and soft. "Can I please sit in the front? I… I can’t breathe in the back seat."

Namjoon didn’t hesitate. "Yeah, of course" he said, his tone gentle.

Y/N turned to look at him, her expression unreadable. She hesitated for a moment before silently nodding and climbing into the back seat.

Seoyoon’s lips curved into a small, satisfied smile as she took her place beside Namjoon. Her acting had worked, and she finally got what she wanted.

The rest of the drive was tense.
Y/N sat with her arms crossed, staring out of the window. Her mind was a storm of emotions she couldn’t quite sort through anger, jealousy, and a hint of something she didn’t want to admit: fear.

Fear that maybe Seoyoon wasn’t just pretending, that Namjoon might actually care for her more than she thought.

When they arrived at the grocery store, Seoyoon was quick to attach herself to Namjoon’s side, her voice lilting and sweet as she made small talk.

She laughed at his jokes, brushing her hand against his arm at every opportunity. Her attempts at being cute were painfully obvious, and every time Namjoon smiled at her, Y/N felt her chest tighten.

She followed behind them, gripping the shopping basket so tightly her knuckles turned white.

Namjoon moved to the cash counter to pay for the groceries, his usual calm demeanor unwavering. Y/N and Seoyoon stood beside him, but the tension between them was palpable.

As the cashier scanned their items, Seoyoon turned to Y/N, leaning in slightly, her voice low but laced with venomous sweetness. "When we were young, Namjoon and I… we had a very special connection" she began, her words deliberate and slow.

"We had some… physical relationships, you know? He was always there for me, supporting me in everything. He’s such a good man." Her lips curled into a faint, smug smile.

"We were about to take things further, but he was young and don't want to have a relationship at that time and I got a call from  UK for my training. I had to leave, and when I came back… well, I found out he was already yours."She paused, tilting her head slightly as if in thought.

"But don’t worry"she added, her tone dropping to a near whisper, "I’ll take what’s mine."

Y/N’s breath hitched, her heart pounding painfully in her chest. She stared at Seoyoon, the weight of her words sinking in like a stone.

Every syllable felt like a knife, cutting deeper into the fragile confidence Y/N had in her relationship with Namjoon.

Her fingers trembled at her sides, but she clenched her fists, forcing herself to remain calm, even as her mind raced with a thousand unspoken thoughts.

Namjoon, oblivious to the exchange, handed over the cash and turned to them with a small smile. "Ready to go?" he asked, his warm gaze flicking between the two women.

Y/N forced a tight-lipped smile, nodding silently. Seoyoon, however, lit up, her bright expression masking the darkness that lingered beneath the surface.

When they stepped outside the supermarket, the air was filled with the faint smell of fresh produce and the hum of passing cars. Seoyoon clung to the grocery bags, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she looked up at Namjoon. She reached out, gently grasping his wrist, her voice soft and sweet.

"I won’t sit in the back seat, please" she said, tilting her head slightly, her puppy eyes wide with an innocence that wasn’t entirely genuine.

Namjoon glanced at her, his expression unreadable before he shrugged. "It’s okay" he said simply, his tone neutral.

Y/N blinked, her mouth falling open slightly as she stared at him in disbelief. She stepped forward, her voice sharper than intended. "I’ll sit with him" she said firmly, crossing her arms.

Namjoon turned to look at her, his brows knitting together as if confused by her sudden defiance. Before he could respond, Seoyoon chimed in, her voice a soft whimper.

"Please, Y/N… I can’t breathe properly" she said, clutching her chest theatrically, her tone dripping with false vulnerability.

Y/N narrowed her eyes, her patience slipping away. "You can open the window"she snapped, her words cutting through the tension like a knife.

Namjoon sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Y/N, let her sit. It’s not a big deal" he said, his voice calm but with an edge of finality that made Y/N’s stomach drop.

Seoyoon smiled triumphantly as Namjoon opened the passenger door for her. She slipped into the seat with an air of satisfaction, leaving Y/N to settle into the back seat.

Y/N’s jaw clenched as she sat down, her fists resting tightly on her lap. The weight of the situation pressed against her chest, suffocating her with unspoken frustrations.

As the car began to move, Seoyoon turned to Namjoon, her voice light and bubbly. "Can we get some ice cream?" she asked, flashing him a radiant smile.

Namjoon glanced at her and nodded without hesitation. "Sure" he said, his tone casual.

They pulled up to a small ice cream stand. Namjoon got out of the car and returned moments later with a cone in hand. He handed it to Seoyoon, who took it eagerly, her lips curling into a playful grin.

As they continued driving, Seoyoon leaned over slightly, holding her ice cream cone out in front of Namjoon’s face. "I don’t like this flavor" she pouted, her tone laced with a teasing whine.

Namjoon glanced at her briefly, his eyes flicking back to the road. "I don’t like mint chocolate either..you know that" he replied, his tone light but firm.

"Just one lick" Seoyoon insisted, her voice soft and coaxing. "Can’t you do this for me?"

Y/N watched from the back seat, her heart sinking as she saw Namjoon’s lips curve into a small smile. Without much thought, he leaned forward and took a quick lick from the ice cream cone, immediately making a face of distaste.

"Ugh, that’s terrible" he muttered, his nose scrunching in mock disgust.

Seoyoon giggled, her laughter light and melodic as she clapped her hands together. " You’re so funny, Namjoon" she said, her tone dripping with admiration.

In the back seat, Y/N clenched her fists tighter, her nails digging into her palms as she tried to hold back the storm of emotions threatening to overwhelm her.

Her heart ached with a mixture of jealousy and betrayal. She pressed her head against the seat, her gaze shifting to the window as tears gathered in her eyes.

The soft glow of the setting sun painted the streets in hues of gold and amber, but Y/N couldn’t see the beauty in it. All she could see was the image of Namjoon smiling at Seoyoon, indulging her every whim without a second thought.

As the car rolled on, the tension in the air grew heavier. Y/N swallowed hard, trying to push down the lump in her throat.

The laughter from the front seat felt like a cruel reminder of how far away Namjoon felt in that moment, even though he was only a few inches ahead.

She closed her eyes, willing herself to stay composed, even as her heart silently screamed for him to notice the pain she was carrying.

"it's too much..I'll leave him for real if he still have something for her.......he-he is choosing her instead of me...I'm his wife...his first love..wow" she thought, as she smiled sadly.

~Love doesn't confuses...it simply chooses you.

Such a long chapter 😮‍💨
Vote fast I'll publish next chapter in this week...hehehe the story is gonna be bomb😁