Most Wanted Ex-Husband
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Inside Sunho's office, Sunggyu looked at him, confused, as he sat down. He was curious about the man and wanted to know what exactly he did. What his relationship with Eunha was, and how they knew each other. Sunho saw the confusion on his face and chuckled as he said, "Eunha is a childhood friend of mine—well, there was a time when we were more than friends. When I started my business, she supported me and bought a lot of her drugs from me. She was an amazing client. She would come to me either for drugs or for sex. To be honest, she was always better than my fucking wife. I'm sure you had it similar to me. She also told me about you way before she got arrested. She said you were a mess. An anxious mess."

Sunggyu kept quiet. He wasn't in the state to be talking. He couldn't respond. It had only been a few minutes since he swallowed the capsule of valium, and the effects were showing. The urge to scratch himself was slowly leaving his body as he focused more and more on Sunho's words. He was used to the valium. Eunha had turned him into an addict for years. Right when his anxious attacks began, she drowned him with pills.

"Enough about Eunha and I. You need to leave the country, Sunggyu," Sunho said as he leaned closer to the table. "Sooner than later, you'll be on the most wanted list. You need to leave the country before it's too late. I've kept up with Eunha's trials, and let me tell you, it's not going well. I can't save her, and you can't either. Not even she can. The law will be heavy."

Suddenly, Sunggyu's head started spinning. He felt extremely dizzy, and the sensation it gave him made him want to throw up. At that moment, every disgraceful crime he had ever committed came running back to him. He then started shaking uncontrollably. Shivers were running down his back as sweat was forming on his forehead. His breath was getting heavier and heavier as time passed. However, all he saw in his mind was Eunha. All he remembered was her. Her voice, her face, her body, her demands, her threats. Everything.

"I'll give you a fake passport," Sunho continued. "You'll have a new identity by tomorrow night. I'm going to book you a one-way ticket under that same name, and you'll be on a plane in no time, you hear me?"

Sunggyu nodded, even though the words that left Sunho's mouth were not quite audible. All he heard was that he had to be ready for something important by tomorrow night. Things were about to get out of hand, and he wasn't ready. He wasn't mentally ready.

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Once again, Ara woke up at Jimin's house with the sun hitting her face through the curtains. Jimin wasn't in bed this time, so she stood and dressed up to walk outside the room and find him. While she walked down the stairs, she could smell the delicious food from the kitchen. She ran down the stairs and toward the smell, just to see Jimin preparing breakfast.

"Good morning, sunshine." He smiled as he turned off the heat from the stove and walked over to Ara. He kissed her cheek gently as she chuckled at the view in front. Pots and pans were lying everywhere around the kitchen. The powerful Park Jimin had one thing he didn't know how to do adequately—clean.

"You look cute," Ara said, pointing at Jimin's flowery apron. He looked down at it and chuckled as his cheeks turned slightly pink.

"Well, thank you, madam," he said as he focused again on cooking.

When breakfast was ready, Jimin and Ara sat at the dining table right beside each other. For a simple moment, they were each other's happiness. They had forgotten about anything else in life. There was no point in worrying about anything else. It felt as if they were living together in their perfect world—a world with no imperfections.

Back in the kitchen, both washed the dishes in order to be more productive and enjoy time together, even if it was doing chores. Jimin leaned in closer and pecked her cheek again as she blushed. Once Ara cleaned the last dish, Jimin placed it to dry and washed his hands as she dried hers. She turned to throw away the paper towel in the trash can when she felt Jimin's arms wrap around her. He pulled her closer so that her back was hitting his chest and started kissing her neck softly.

"What's up with all this morning love?" Ara asked as she turned around to face him. Jimin didn't respond. Instead, he pushed Ara back onto the counter and reached out for her thighs, gripping them tightly and lifting her. He sat her on the counter as his hands traced from her thighs to her back and pulled her forward to him. It had been an hour already, but Jimin had woken up with morning wood, and seeing Ara sleeping next to him with the silk sheets tracing her delicious curves made him want to take every opportunity he could at that moment. He didn't want to wake her up, but now that she was awake, it was a whole different story.

He pressed himself closer to her body as she let out a soft moan. Knowing that the most intimate area of her body was right in front of his made him want to take off her shorts and slide her panties to the side, allowing him complete entrance to her glorious temple. He craved to have her clenching around him once again, even though it had not been long since the last time. He craved to have all his sexual fantasies fulfilled with Ara in just one day.

"I have class today, Jimin," Ara said as she noticed how turned on he was. His eyes said it all. He wanted to devour every inch of her body. He was never extremely obsessed with sex like Eunha was, but feeling Ara so close to him made him want to fuck her over and over again. Whenever he thought of such things, he felt dirty, but it only made him harder and harder by the second. For once, sex seemed like something so different from before. It seemed so romantic. He felt cherished and loved. He was so obsessed with it now. It wasn't just about pleasure or lust. It was about loving the person you were so closely connected to. Something that was never reciprocated by Eunha.

He wanted to kiss her. However, he chuckled and said, "I'll take you to class."

He smiled as he backed off and walked towards the stairs. Ara remained on the counter, contemplating the situation. If only she had kept her mouth shut. I could have enjoyed the most erotic counter-sex of my fucking life. If only she hadn't stopped him. I could have enjoyed the most exciting orgasm of my fucking life.

She had so much she wanted to say, and so much she wanted to do, but she stayed silent. She slid down the counter and fixed herself before she followed Jimin up the stairs.

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After a dreadful long wait of four weeks, Eunha's first homicide case had begun. Just like before, the courtroom was crowded with reporters, ready to cover the trial hearings with the public. Hoseok was the prosecutor for both homicide cases, which completely left him overworked. He kept reminding himself that he was about to make a lot of money because of Eunha and her popularity, so he never complained. After all, he was very pleased with the money he had received from the previous assault case, so it didn't bother him to continue destroying Eunha's reputation if he would earn so much more. Plus, every trial Eunha was involved in was always so entertaining to him.

Hoseok had gathered up with Seokjin, Yeri, and Yoongi to discuss the facts of the case as he prepared his argument. Ara was present, and Jimin came alongside her to give her support, even if the first homicide case was about her past lover. He knew he couldn't be upset any longer, as it was a childish thought, after all. As the judge sat down, Jimin turned to Ara and gave her a soft, but reassuring, smile. The trial had begun.

"Your honor, here I present evidence of the last time Jang Jiyong was seen alive," Hoseok said as the monitor displayed a camera footage of Jiyong. "Here is the victim, and alongside him is Kang Eunha. The other person is still unidentified, as the face is not visible by the camera."

Eunha looked at the footage and remembered that day clearly. She felt powerful that day. She showed Jiyong who was in charge and who would punish him for not following her orders. After all, actions have consequences, and Jiyong's actions were far from what she had asked of him. Far from what she had paid him to do. In Eunha's eyes, he deserved to be punished. In Eunha's twisted logic, she didn't. She had done nothing wrong.

"This video was taken just a few minutes before Jang Jiyong was murdered. He completely disappeared from this location and was found in the alley nearby. His body had traces of potassium chloride injected through a syringe."

Potassium Chloride.

"Kang Eunha was found with potassium chloride in her home recently and—"

As soon as Hoseok continued talking, Eunha interrupted him and said, "That man on the footage, I know him very well."

Suddenly, all the attention was on her. Ara sat up as Hoseok directed his attention from the judge to Eunha and walked over to her. He pointed at the footage displayed on the monitor and asked, "Who is this man standing next to you?"

Eunha smirked as she laid herself back in her chair and said, "Sunggyu. Kim Sunggyu. That dirty scumbag. Did you know he tried to kill the CEO of the Park Corporation recently? What a psycho."

As Ara heard that name, she looked directly at Eunha and then back at the screen. She leaned forward and uncrossed her legs as she tried to visualize the man's face. It looked familiar. Too familiar. But it can't be. No, it can't be. Maybe someone with a similar name? That was when her whole body started shaking. She couldn't even fathom the possibility that her ex-husband would—could—murder someone. Jimin saw the reaction on her face and reached out for her hand. He didn't know what was happening, but he just reached for her hand and held it with his.

As always, Eunha tried to direct the attention of the crime away from her. She threw Sunggyu under the bus this time, as he had completely failed to help her. That was the last chance Eunha had given him. She would not go down alone. She refused to.

The trial was postponed, as it was unclear whether Eunha or Sunggyu had committed homicide—or if they had conspired in it. Sunggyu had to be located first and brought in as a witness or even a suspect. When the news came out, Yoongi gathered every officer in the department and directed them to work on finding Sunggyu with the digital drawing Jisung had done—the drawing Eunha had confirmed. Sunggyu was the focus. As Sunho said, he would be on the most wanted list very soon.

At the police department, a series of questions arose regarding Sunggyu. Was he the one who murdered Byun Haneul? Was he the man in black who ran away when Namjoon saw him? Was he the man who chased down Jisung? Instead of wondering about it any longer, Yoongi just assumed he was. There was no information in the police database about Kim Sunggyu. He seemed like a perfect, ordinary citizen whose only criminal act would have been to step on a tiny ant. However, Sunggyu had done far worse than that. The search for Kim Sunggyu had begun. Eunha waited behind bars, and everyone returned to their ordinary lives, or what seemed like it.

Ara spent days sleeping at Jimin's house, but Minji never questioned it. She was actually glad because she could finally bring Seoyoon to 'sleep' over whenever she wanted. Jimin didn't mind it either, since Ara was all he needed to feel alive once again. As for Ara, she could forget all about the court trials.

For four days, it was constant sex.

For four days, Jimin unleashed a new side of him that Ara had not seen before—an animalistic side. He wanted to devour her every second he could, and it wasn't one-sided. Ara couldn't help but feel a major turn-on when she saw him in a suit, without a suit, with sweatpants, without sweatpants. The excitement ran through her body whenever she saw him approach her with those hungry eyes. It made her forget about the world outside his house. The nasty, cruel world.

While cooking, she often imagined Jimin would pass by, lift her to the counter, and make love to her. It usually happened how she imagined it. He would remove her clothes and place her on the counter as he spread her legs open. Then, he would lower himself to be directly facing the only thing he craved so desperately to be eating. Just the touch of his tongue would make her throw her head back as a soft moan left her mouth. He would lick it, spit on it, and gently or roughly rub his fingers on it—all while driving Ara crazy just to feel him inside once more.

While showering, she would invite Jimin to join her after a long day of him working and her studying. The late-night showers were the best. He would pin her against the wall and lift one of her legs as his fingers slid directly inside her. Her eyes would roll back instantly as he moved his fingers faster than they ever did in the kitchen. The hot water would hit both bodies as the bathroom became foggier. Jimin didn't care, and Ara couldn't feel anything but the motion of his fingers deep inside.

None of those times did he go inside her.

He would finish her off before picking her up in his arms and taking her directly to bed. Once she was lying in bed fully naked, he made love to her in every position he had ever imagined. Ara never complained. All she wanted was him—in every single position.

He couldn't find anywhere else that he wanted to be so desperately that wasn't with her—in her. It wasn't because of boredom or because of lust. It was because they were so desperate to do everything with each other. They were so desperate to try everything with each other. Everything revolved around each other until suddenly, it didn't.

After the fourth day, Ara became silent. Jimin reverted to his smoking habit, worried about her silence. Ara knew he was concerned, but she didn't know how to explain her worries to him. She didn't know how to explain what kept her up in the middle of the night. She couldn't tell him how anxious she felt.

Living with a man reminded Ara of the last man she had lived with. The man she had married and who could have been a murderer who slept beside her every night. She couldn't focus on the man she loved, but on the man who had left her in shambles. She could only think of how stupid she was to marry him—how he could have hurt her just like he had tried with Jimin. Suddenly, she felt shivers, and her whole body became tense. She couldn't sleep, and she couldn't focus. She had loved and slept with a psychopath who was now avoiding justice as he sought an escape from his atrocious crimes—a man who could come back for her at any second.

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