ACT 1:
SOME GUYS JUST CAN'T
HOLD THEIR ARSENIC

From the beginning, Jennie Kim and Min Yoongi had always had this connection.

It isn't really specific, but when they first met, she's always known that he was the one. No, she isn't psychic, but as soon as her gaze landed on that windswept black hair and cat-like eyes, her world stopped. Instincts... maybe? Destiny written in the stars? But she's always believed in fate, as fake as it seems, but to her, it has been the foundation of their relationship.

Jennie could still recall the first time they saw each other. Pretty sure everyone in her life does, since she's told them about it countless times during dinner parties that they knew every minuscule detail--from the dress that she wore that day to the spicy events that occurred in the bedroom.

It happened three years ago. Jennie had been a former model at BigHit entertainment, which just so happened to be Yoongi's work place. To cut it short, an accident in the elevator somehow ends up with them exchanging numbers, to going on dates, to getting their lives intertwined together, and it's been a wonderful ride ever since.

Until--

It's one of those days where Jennie feels like doing something productive. Since she stopped modelling, she's always been at home in their penthouse, binge watching Netflix shows and playing games on her phone. If not, she goes to her usual Pilates classes and spends time with her friends. It's not the typical house wife expectation, but she doesn't really mind.

Yoongi has been working hard in the studio lately, producing tracks for an idol group that Korea's been recently raving about. Jennie is one of the few that doesn't care about them, though, she cares more about her husband's well-being, and after finishing a season of Why Women Kill, she decides to be a good wife and drop off lunch in his company building.

It's a rare day during the Seoul winter where the snow has decided to slow down, falling quietly against the sidewalks. The air has shifted to a gentle breeze, too, occasionally hitting Jennie's exposed forehead that it sends a shudder throughout her body.

The crowds had returned to its usual size at the weather, street businesses slowly blooming from the sides as they were surrounded by their usual buyers. Jennie passes through them silently, already eager to meet her husband and see the reaction in his face when she surprises him.

It isn't long until she's arrived at the BigHit building, and entering the premises didn't cause her much trouble as the guards knew who she is. A ride on the elevator and after passing by two doors in the sixth floor, she finds herself typing in the pass code to Yoongi's studio.

The door opens with a soft hiss.

"Jen?" A familiar, deep drawl greets her. Yoongi. "What are you doing here?"

Jennie takes off her parka and flips her hair off her shoulder. "Visiting my hard working husband, of course. Do you want me to leave instead?"

Yoongi rolls his eyes lovingly before standing up and pulling her to a kiss. "Always so rude," he murmurs on her lips before kissing her again.

She smiles during it, only remembering that she has a bag of chicken on her right hand when Yoongi squeezes her waist. "Wait, wait, let's stop before this escalates to something else," she mutters, breathless, and Yoongi only chuckles in response. "Here, I brought lunch."

His eyes zone in on what she's holding. "Aww, sweetheart, you shouldn't have."

"What, so you can starve yourself the entire day? Please, Yoongi, I know you."

"Well, damn, you should get a PhD in Yoongi-ology then," he huffs, but then softens his gaze when he looks at her again. "Thank you, sweetheart." He gives her a kiss on the nose.

The corners of Jennie's lips tilt upwards. "Don't even worry about it."

"Tell you what, how about you wait here for a few minutes while I go to the restroom? I'll be quick, I promise."

Jennie nods. "Sure, I'll be right here."

Yoongi pecks her lips quickly before he walks out of the room, leaving her standing in the midst of it. Jennie takes this as the chance to sit on one of the chairs when a knock almost makes her shriek.

She turns her head to the doorway to see a man seeming to be too good looking for his own good, with thick lips and symmetrical features. Said man walks in with apprehensive steps and gives her a do over.

"Who..." He starts, "Yoongi?"

Jennie raises a brow. "Yeah, I'm here for him. I'm Jennie."

"Wait, you're Jennie?" The man asks, eyes wide. "As in Yoongi's wife, the Jennie?"

Clearly, she didn't expect this reaction. With a chuckle, she nods, "Yes, I am. And... you are?"

"Ah, I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Seokjin." He holds out a hand, and she shakes it with her own. "It's finally nice to meet you," Seokjin gives her a grin.

"Likewise," Jennie responds, then she sees the box of chicken on the table. "Oh, and I brought chicken. I figured out you guys need something yummy to help you for the rest of the day."

Seokjin almost jumps in happiness at her words. "Lord, you're such an angel, Jennie-ah. No wonder Yoongi loves you a lot," he chirps, sitting down next to her with his eyes glued on the chicken.

Jennie snorts at this. "Stop flattering me and eat, Seokjin. You need it."

"You know, Yoongi's lucky to have a wife like you," he remarks while taking out his chopsticks. "Not everyone agrees to this kind of relationship."

Jenni laughs, confused by his statement. "What relationship? As far as I know, we're perfectly normal."

"To you, but not to many." He opens the box and literally groans at the sight of the honey glazed chicken tenders. "It's often looked down upon, you know? A taboo, as they call it."

She watches as he grabs one, two, three and stuffs it all in his mouth. "What are you talking about?"

When he finishes swallowing it all down, he says, "I'm talking about your open relationship."

Jennie's confusion worsens.

"I mean, most wives won't allow their husbands to have a relationship with other women, let alone sleep with them, but you did." Wait... she doesn't recall having this agreement with Yoongi. "Y'know, we almost got into a fight when he brought that first girl here in the studio a year ago, I thought he was cheating on you," he chuckles while taking a bite of the chicken. "But Yoongi's told me how you're always so understanding, always so kind. So when he brought more girls here, I just let him."

Her heart sinks at his words. "What?" She whispers. Her mind does a quick work of noting Yoongi's excuses these past few days. It's always been work, work, work, work, work. He goes home late, work. He spends days cooped up in his studio, work.

A perfect excuse for a third party. A loophole in their relationship.

She stares at the man in front of him, attempting to read his expression. He seems genuine, shoulders laxed and eating as if everything is normal. It doesn't seem like he's lying, at all.

"Hmm?" Seokjin hums, finally looking at her. "What are you--"

"Nothing, nothing." She hurriedly beams at him, but the feeling of dread and thrill settle in her stomach.

It's one of those moments where she feels a sudden adrenaline enter her system, the kind where she wants to just scream and shout and cry, but she keeps it all in. Keeps it in even the incoming tears sting her eyes; keeps it in even if she feels a pang in her chest.

"Oh, wait, what time is it?" Jennie stands up, avoiding Seokjin's gaze as she stares at the wall clock above Yoongi's equipment. "Shit, I'm late for my facial appointment."

"Ah," Seokjin nods in understanding. "Do you want me to get Yoongi for you? He's probably--"

"No, no, it's fine, I'll just send him a text." Jennie walks to the door, bag in hand and an elaborate plan weaving itself in her mind. "I'll see you soon, Jin! I hope you enjoy your meal."

Seokjin waves at her before she closes the door. "Thanks again, Jen!"

She knows what she has to do.

* * *

When she arrives home, she sleeps.

When she wakes up, she gets into action.

Jennie takes a lengthy bath with her most fragrant essential oil and her favourite bath bomb, puts on her prettiest night gown and lathers her floral scented lotion all over her skin.

It's only when she gets to the kitchen where she actually works. First, she grabs the unused bottle of arsenic from one of their lower cabinets. Next, she takes the newly bought bottle of Pinot Noir and opens it, pouring it into two wine glasses. Third, she puts a very, very generous amount of arsenic into one of them, and smiles to herself as she did so.

Lastly, she waits.

* * *

Yoongi arrives past 9 o'clock, past dinner time. Jennie's waiting by the dinner table with the wine glasses in their correct places, her pulse thrumming under her skin in anticipation. Any moment now...

"Oh, what is all this, sweetheart?" Yoongi drawls as he enters the dining area, eyes transferring from her exposed chest to the glass of wine on the table. "Are we celebrating something today?"

She shakes her head, oddly calm. "No, Yoongi. I thought you could need this, a stress reliever or something. You've been working nonstop."

He lightens at this. "You've always been so thoughtful, Jen." Dropping his bag on the floor, he makes his way towards the head of the table and takes his seat. "Thank you."

Jennie follows his movements like a poised cat. Watches how his hand takes the glass of wine, observes how his long fingers curl around the object, looks as he raises it to his waiting lips.

A slow smile spreads on her face when she sees the burgundy liquid enter his mouth, feeling a twinge of satisfaction when she registers the bob of his throat.

Only then she's able to take a sip of her own wine, and then--

Suddenly, Yoongi coughs slightly. "Is this a new brand of wine, sweetheart?" He asks, twirling the glass by the stem. The wine splashes and almost spills off the rim, but he holds it steady.

Jennie nods, suppressing a grin. "It is. Do you like it?" She takes a sip of her own and makes a show of licking her lips.

Yoongi lets out an obviously uncomfortable chuckle. "I do, the taste is something else, though. It's something I still need to get used to."

"We do need a bit of change sometimes." She waves a hand dismissively and nods towards the awaiting bottle. "Do you want more, sweetheart?"

He shakes his head. "No, no, I'll just finish this off and take a bath after. I'm feeling stuffy at the moment," he replies and cracks his neck to prove his point. "Did a lot of work in the studio, as usual."

"Studio, huh..." she mutters absentmindedly, reminded of Seokjin's earlier revelation. She catches a movement from her peripheral vision, and she immediately brings her gaze back onto her husband.

Yoongi takes one, two, three mouthfuls, before he's coughing again, albeit strongly this time. "Sweetheart... is it--" he bends over, coughing, "--is it supposed to taste like this?"

Jennie leans further into her chair. "Like what?" She asks calmly as her husband practically folds into himself.

"Like... like there's something in there."

"Tastes sweet to me." She shrugs, taking another sip. "Finish your glass, my love. I need to take your clothes to the laundry."

Her husband takes a long inhale before straightening himself again, forcing the glass back to his lips and taking the last sip. Jennie watches the remaining contents leave the glass and almost grins before he coughs viciously again, the glass shattering on the floor in the process.

"You're not being careful, Yoongi," she scolds him half heartedly. She could see his fingers whitening as he grips the edge of the table, coughs overtaking his body.

"Jennie," he rasps out, teary eyes boring onto hers as she sits there, "did you... did you put something in here?"

She stares at him, face impassive. A choking sound escapes his throat, and before she knew it, he's now hunched over, trickle of blood falling from the corners of his lips.

"As far as I remember, no," Jennie answers casually like she's talking about the weather. "Are you okay, sweetheart?"

Instead of words, he vomits more blood again. She observes him, sipping her wine as his body convulses and he falls face first on the floor covered with broken glass shards.

Jennie has never been a fan of gore, but she supposes seeing her husband become a bloodied mess isn't that bad.

"Do you want more, Yoongi?" She refills her glass, drowning out the sound of her husband choking and moaning in the background. "It's my favourite bottle now, I think."

"Jennie," Yoongi croaks from the floor, shards of glass sticking in his hands and his face and the blood... the blood was everywhere. The chair, the table, his clothes, his face. She gives him a raised brow. "H-help."

Jennie only chuckles and leans back on her seat, watching as her husband chokes in his own blood.

"I guess some guys just can't hold their arsenic," she murmurs before downing her entire drink. Yoongi tries to form coherent sentences, but the words never leave his lips as he vomits again, convulsing and moaning and choking in the background like a broken record.

She only laughs.