Jungkook's P.O.V :-

I remember the moment I first saw you.

A worried expression occupying your face as you stood on the doorway, clutching the doorknob.

I remember falling into your arms after the exhaustion hit me in full force.

I remember waking up on the bed of the guest room with a wet piece of cloth resting over my forehead and you sleeping by the nightstand.

Face nuzzled into the warm nest of your arms.

I wish my past trauma hadn't kicked in and made me violently shove you away from beside me.

I wish I had leaned in and tasted those addictive lips then and there, Taehyung, wish I had started to make my moves on you the moment I saw you.

Maybe then you wouldn't try to run away from me everytime I go to hold your hand or touch you.

Your marriage itself is a lie, an empty shell, a title to showoff in the society, so that you can call yourself a married man.

Husband of Park Jimin.

I wasn't even going to indulge into your marriage, I just wanted to get away from my psychopathic father and somehow survive.

Maybe get a job in the future, other than drug dealing, and live life the way I wanted to since the beginning.

The thought of ruining your marriage never came into my mind, Taehyung, never.

Until you started to make yourself an unforgettable part of my life...

Supplying me with food, checking if I had taken my medicines, arranging my clothes, teaching me how to paint.

You truly became someone that I needed to see right after waking up and before heading to sleep.

There was nothing but respect and admiration for you in my heart.

Until the day I saw you in your bathroom floor, on your hands and knees, saying prayers of mercy as you pleasured yourself.

One hand guiding the dildo as it went deeper and deeper into you and the other hand jerking you off while your husband was in his office, working away.

It was not something to be ashamed of, though, you should have never been ashamed of it.

A pair of newlyweds, six months into marriage yet no physical connections.

I had been ignorant all along but now it all made sense.

All those awkward touches, not sleeping together in the same room, you husband forgetting all about you the moment his eyes found me.

It all made sense.

And you were only a human, you had your needs.

And so had I.

So it did not feel wrong as my hands started to disappear inside my trousers.

You have always been calm, collected and elegant, so watching you fall apart little by little while you quivered on the floor from fulfillment was captivating.

Those broken pieces of words, gasps, moans, the way you moved your hips and the way you rutted against the floor to get some kind of friction were so hot.

You were so lost in pleasure you didn't even notice my presence, your face conveyed that you were in utopia.

I didn't feel like a house wrecker, there was no connection between you and your husband to begin with.

I just felt like a boy who found you too interesting to just walk away from and not look at your direction ever again just because you had someone else's surname.

I wanted to touch you, manhandle you, bend you in all sorts of erotic position I could imagine and just bring back that euphoric expression on your face.

Felt like taking you to those highs where you took me whenever you made that face and begged for more.

But it all shattered way too soon as you finally came down from your ecstasy and turned towards me.

I was quick to pull my hands out of the pants and control my breathing.

I remembered how embarrassed and small you looked, you wore the shame so beautifully that it turned me on.

How flushed your face was from the previous stimulation and humiliation while you slowly stood up to close the door on my face without another word.

And when you came out that day, you looked so petite and fragile, eyes silently pleading me to keep whatever I saw a secret.

And my fascination with you began from that moment.

It didn't take long at all to figure out how I felt about you, Taehyung, what part of my life I wanted you to be, what I wanted from you and what I wanted to be to you.

I don't regret all those nights I sneaked away from the guest room, from your husband who slept beside me, to your room just to watch you sleep peacefully.

All those brushes I broke whenever I saw Park Jimin getting too friendly with you.

All those times my hands lingered on your waist a little bit longer than necessary.

All those times our noses brushed against each other, lips only a few centimeters away from each other.

The day when I painted exactly how you look that day on the bathroom floor and gifted the canvas to you.

And finally the day I boldly pushed you against the main entrance door, right after Jimin left, forcefully kissing you until you gave up.

You stopped running away from me after that, I was so happy, I thought you finally accepted me.

But turned out that you thought I was only looking for a one night stand.

No, Taehyung, I wanted you for life, standing right beside me, as my lover, and possibly husband if you'd say yes to me in the future.

But I had to let you know that I wasn't some horney guy trying to get inside your pants.

And it turned out that you liked back hugs the most, you also like company while you're cooking.

You like visiting art galleries and museums, karaoke and video games.

Your favourite colour is purple.

You like tigers and bears.

You needed something to hug while you're sleeping.

Your favorite flavor and fruit is strawberry.

You love warm toned clothes with a Vincent look adorning them.

Photography is another of your passions.

The anime list and the Overwatch cheat code sheet that you prepared as a high schooler is still with your mother.

You want to adopt a dog in the future.

Your neck and thighs are your sensitive spots.

I bet your six months husband doesn't know any of the stuffs that I have observed within weeks.

He doesn't deserve you.

I do.

I know what you need to be happy.

That's why wasting your precious tears for a man like him isn't fair.

The only time you should shed those tears is when you're crying with pleasure.

Otherwise they shouldn't come out.

I thought that as I stepped forward to where Taehyung sat, shedding tears of heartbreak.

Coming down on my knees, I wiped those tears away.

It has always been me who wipes away your tears, Taehyung and it'll continue to be me in the future as well.

I'm the only one for you.
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