Chapter 12: The Tangled Web We Weave

I've been nursing this mountain sized hangover for the better part of Sunday morning thanks to Hwasa and those God damn tequila shots. The one silver lining to this hangover is the delicious feeling between my legs after all the attention that area received from Jimin's mouth last night. I smile thinking about his mouth over every inch of me before the smile fades as I recall running into Seokjin. I shake my head. God Jimin, of all the guys that approached me last night, it had to be SEOKJIN? I'm playing with the blanket in front of me before I reach for my phone. Jimin had texted me earlier that morning telling me that he would be on the golf course for most of the day but that he would be checking his phone if I needed him. I scroll through my contacts and find Seokjin's number and press the call button before putting it to my ear.

"Y/N," he says and I sigh at his terse greeting. Usually he says something funny or witty or at very least sounds happy to talk to me.

"Hi Seokjin," I say before laying back down, my hangover coupled with this conversation sending a wave of nausea through me.

"What can I do for you?"

"Can we talk about last night?" I say cutting to the chase. "Are you around Jennie?"

"Jennie went to yoga, I'm home alone. Your husband called me earlier today though, I'll probably swing by your place later."

I'm silent. The way he called Mark my husband doesn't exactly sit right with me after last night's events. I realize that we are on the phone and while I trust what Seokjin said last night, I need to make sure he's not recording this conversation. "Can we meet up and talk?"

"That'd be great. I certainly have some questions."

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I walk towards the quaint coffee shop near Jennie and Seokjin's house and I immediately see him sitting outside on the small patio. I sit across the table from him as he slides the coffee across the table. "Black," he says. "Just how you like it."

"Thank you," I whisper as I take a sip of the harsh liquid, immediately calming my roaring headache.

"To answer the question I know you want to ask.. No Y/N, I'm not going to tell him." Oh so we are jumping right into this then. "Unlike some people, I keep my word." Despite the good news, my heart sinks hearing his words. "I don't even just mean you. Jennie and Mark haven't exactly kept their words either. I thought you and I were alike in a way. Loyal, good people... you think you know a person," he chuckles.

"You do know me, Jin. I am a good person... I just did a bad thing. This doesn't define me. The world isn't so black and white. There is so much gray... everywhere. I fought the urges for months. I fell in love. I'm not apologizing for that. I'm sorry for betraying Mark of course, but I never meant to hurt him despite the fact that he hurt me in more ways than you could even imagine. I just... fell in love," I say, unable to come up with a different way to phrase it. "Two wrongs don't make a right but... he's not completely innocent in all of this."

"I'm completely aware of that Y/N, but he never cheated on you."

"I don't understand. Last night, you were all 'he's getting what he deserved.'"

"Blame the whiskey."

"So what now, you're pissed at me?"

"What did you expect? You're screwing over my best friend."

"I am not! I don't want anything from him in the divorce."

"Fuck the money, Y/N. That's not what I mean. Mark loves you."

"Yeah right," I snort. "Even you don't fully buy that. You even said last night that you hoped that he treated me better than Mark did. You know Mark didn't treat me well. I was the least important person in his life. You even came before me and don't you dare deny that."

"Why didn't you leave him?"

"I tried, Jin. Jesus Christ, didn't you know I tried to leave him last year? I told him I wanted a divorce and he asked me to reconsider."

"And you did reconsider. Which means you needed to put forth the effort to make it work. And not cheat on your husband." The condescending tone in his voice is starting to annoy me. I know that you're pissed for your friend but don't act like you're above me.

"I did put forth the effort. He didn't. He tried for about a week and then it was back to the same shit. Working late, never making time for me, coming to bed after I was asleep and going to work before I woke up. Jin, Mark and I have had sex maybe three times in the last year. Did you know he forgot my birthday last year?" I sigh. "I'm not going to sit here and list off your best friend's shortcomings or all of the things he's done. Him doing all of that doesn't mean he deserved my betrayal. I know what I did was wrong, I'm not excusing my behavior."

"And yet you're still doing it."

"I fell in love, I told you."

"So what, you break up with Mark, and then you'll be with this guy? Where did you even meet him anyway?"

I freeze wondering what the hell I'm going to say. Met while I was out one night? No, he wouldn't believe that I started cheating on Mark with some guy who tried to pick me up at a bar. I squeeze my eyes together and the lie comes out of my mouth so easy it startles me. "I met him through Hwasa."

"Of course your partner in crime is somehow involved."

"It wasn't like that. I went to work thing with her and he was there. We started talking and then we had coffee one day. It was harmless but then we started talking more and more and..."

"When?"

"When what?"

"When did you fuck this guy?"

"Seokjin..."

"Months ago? Years ago? When?"

"A couple of months."

"Be more specific."

I try to do some quick math that both downplays how long it's been but also doesn't make it seem completely ludicrous that I'm seemingly leaving my husband for another man. "Two." Okay that puts me around July.

He rubs his face and shakes his head. "He's never cheated on you, you know."

"Like you'd tell me otherwise," I say, wrapping my arms around myself, the chill of the air rattling through me.

He stares off into the distance and I wonder what he's looking at when he begins to talk. "You know when Jennie and Mark fucked?"

I shake my head. "No... I- I didn't get all the details."

"Jennie and I had been together about a year and a half." My eyes widen having assumed that the affair took place much earlier in their relationship. Some simple math puts Seokjin and Mark at twenty one, meaning this was probably only a few months before he met me. "I see your wheels turning. He met you a few months after. I know exactly when it was... June 9th. He met you that winter."

"Wow I mean.. A year. Why didn't you break up with her?" I whisper.

"I didn't know then. Believe me I probably would have."

"When did you find out?"

He chuckles. "Night before my wedding. Can you believe it? Two years later. I thought about it then to be honest. I screamed at her for four hours. She begged me not to call off the wedding. I thought about it, but I didn't. I loved her too much to do it and we had grown so much in those two years. It was the night before I was getting married. I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to embarrass Jennie, embarrass myself, my folks... it was... a lot on me." I recall from my seat in the crowd that Jin and Mark both looked so uncomfortable up at the pulpit. But I just chalked it up to nerves and possibly being a little drunk or hungover. I had no idea it was something this big.

"How did you find out? Did Mark tell you?"

"No."

"How did you-?"

He interrupts my question. "One of our mutual friends knew. The groomsmen were all sitting around shooting the shit the night before. Drinking..." he shrugs. "He slipped up. I don't think I've ever seen Mark so mad and then he was sobbing. Telling me he was sorry and that I was his best friend and that I meant more to him than anyone. And then I summoned Jennie to where we were... she thought she was coming for a last minute quickie before midnight. She was wrong," he says rolling his eyes as he takes a sip of his coffee.

"But you're happy now," I say softly. "It's been years, that was almost a decade ago."

"You forgive but... you can't always forget. Especially Mark still being in our lives. You can never fully trust a man once they've seen your woman naked, Y/N."

"I believe that."

"It's so much bigger than the fact that he slept with her. I was always more angry that he never told me. He was a coward. You all are. You, Jannie and Mark. No one can be fucking honest with each other, so you take the easy way out. Lying is the easy way out. No one can admit, I fucked up. I made a mistake and I'm sorry. No one owns up to their mistakes. Not until it's too late. Not until you've been caught and then it's 'I never meant to hurt you.' 'I never meant for you to find out like this' No... you never meant for me to find out at all. You thought you could bury it and it wouldn't come out. But if there's one thing I've learned about all of this is the truth always comes out. Sometimes it takes a few years, but it comes out."

"It sounds like you're still harboring a lot of resentment over this?" God, you really are in love with a shrink.

"I've forgiven Jennie. We saw a therapist in our first year of marriage. For a while I didn't think I'd ever get past it. But Jennie and I worked really hard at our marriage that first year. That honeymoon phase? Yeah we didn't have that. That didn't come till year two. Year two things got better, I was moving past it. Jennie and I were happy. We are happy. I love her more than anything in the world. But it doesn't mean that talking about it doesn't still piss me off."

"Understandable." I take a sip of my coffee unsure of what I want to say. "I guess..." I trail off. "Eventually I will tell Mark what he needs to know. But in a way this is different Seokjin, you do get that right? I'm not downplaying what I've done... but I love him."

"You don't even know him."

"Yes... I do. More than I know Mark." I give him a sad smile and he leans back in his chair.

"You going to be with him when you get divorced?"

"That's the plan."

"You think Mark won't put it together?"

Everyone's question. Honestly he probably will given who Jimin is and who he was in relation to our marriage. "He probably will. But... I'm just trying to take things one day at a time."

"Don't want to do anything to jeopardize the divorce proceedings, huh?"

"It's really not like that, Jin. South Korea is a no-fault divorce country anyway and we don't have a prenuptial agreement. Even if they find out about the affair it really won't change much."

"Well then I don't see what else is stopping you from telling him?"

There's no way I'm about to tell him that it's because of who I was cheating on Mark with. I can gamble with Jin keeping my secrets, but I doubt he'll feel as loyal to Jimin. I may be the woman that broke Mark's heart but I'm still sweet L/N Y/N that bakes Jin his favorite snickerdoodle cookies and used to edit his grad school papers. All Jimin is to Jin is the bastard that broke up his best friend's marriage. Even if there was way more to the demise of my marriage than that. "Because you're right," I shrug. "I am a coward. I'm not ready to tell him. I will. I just... not yet," I say looking up at him, my eyes watery.

"Just take care of yourself, okay Y/N? And this guy... just make sure he's in this for the right reasons. And not just for the forbidden love aspect, alright?"

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There haven't been many moments where I've been truly speechless in my life. But it's safe to say when I walk through Yoongi's office and I come face to face with Park Pil-woo and a woman next to him that I assume to be Jimin's mother I find myself at a loss for words. I blink my eyes several times as if I'm trying to convince myself that they aren't in front of me before I hear Yoongi's voice.

"Y/N."

"What is this?" I say looking at him as if I can't fathom this level of betrayal by a man who's been trained to do just that. I shake my head.

"I wanted to meet you," I hear from the other woman in the room. I look over and I see the most put-together woman I've ever seen in my life. Dressed head to toe in high end fashion, Jimin's mother crosses the room and is standing a mere foot in front of me. "Sit," she says and the one word sends a chill through me. I obey her instructions although my brain is telling me to bolt for the nearest exit. "So this is the woman who has my son beside himself and has him risking his entire practice."

I wince at her words and feel the tears welling in my eyes. I bite down on my lip, willing the tears from them when I hear Yoongi's voice. "Now wait a minute, this is not going to be a crucifixion. You said-"

"You're dismissed, Yoongi. Thank you," Mr. Park says and I feel myself getting short of breath.

Please don't leave me.

"She's my client and you're in my office," Yoongi retorts.

"You're dismissed." He repeats and I think this battle of the alpha males has been won out by the one with the higher pay grade. I see Yoongi leave the room shutting the door behind him.

They're silent as I look back and forth between them wondering who would deliver the first blow. "Is your little friend going to keep his mouth shut?"

"What?" I ask unsure what she means.

"Your husband's friend. Can you trust him?"

"I don't understand- how-?"

"That's not what Mrs. Park asked you," Pil-woo interrupts and I feel like I'm a small child being chastised. "She asked if you could trust him not to reveal to your husband what he saw. And to answer your question, Jimin came to me with this information." I'm stunned by his words, not believing that Jimin would go to his father about this. "Don't look so surprised, sweetheart. I am his lawyer."

I'm so angry and upset both by the condescension in his voice and this complete ambush that I'm shaking. "He- he won't say anything," I stammer, my voice wavering with emotion.

"And now she cries," Mrs. Park says, throwing her hands in the air. "You should have been crying when you were digging this gigantic hole that you and my son just dove into."

"I... I don't know what you want me to say."

"Do you even love my son," she asks. "Or is this just a game to you. Because this is his life, young lady."

Young lady? God I haven't heard that in years. What a condescending shrew. "This isn't a game," I say softly. "I love him. I'm in love with him. I know how this looks, but this is real. It's been real to me."

"And what are you going to do if my son loses his career over you?"

My eyes find the floor before I look up. "I think about it everyday. How I would be able to look at myself in the mirror knowing that I cost the man I love... everything. How he would view me... how our relationship would change. If we could even have one at all. I wonder if he would eventually resent me... if he would hate me for being the reason this happen. Frankly, Mrs. Park I don't know what I would do... love him? Try and be there for him as best as I can? Try to live with myself? I'm not going to walk away from him, if that's what you're asking. I love him" the tears are sliding down my cheeks faster than I can wipe them away. "More than anything. I know you don't believe that.. Maybe you never will. But I just hope you'll give me a chance to show you that I'm not a bad person. I'm not a-"

"Liar? Cheater? Manipulator? I hate to break it to you honey, but you are those things," Mrs. Park says and I feel the words moving through my brain.

"I've done bad things, it doesn't make me a bad person. I'm just asking for a chance to-"

"To break my son's heart? No," Mr. Park says.

I sigh, feeling both defeated and devastated by this conversation. "Then I don't know what you want from me... why am I here?" I ask sadly.

"You're here because we want you to leave our son alone. Go find some other poor helpless victim to sink your claws into. Jimin has worked too hard to get where he is to have it taken from him over some bored housewife that couldn't keep her legs closed." At this point, I'm on the verge of sobs and I can't control it. Years of being walked all over by Mark floods my memory. Being an afterthought in my marriage, being ignored and feeling unloved for so many years. The nights I cried myself to sleep, the mornings I woke up alone, the emptiness in the bed matching the one in my heart. I'm tired of this. I'm tired of being treated like I'm this terrible person not worthy of love or respect or understanding. I'm tired of it.

And so I snap.

"You know what!" I say standing to my feet to put me at eye level with his mother, disallowing her from looking down at me any further. "You don't know anything about me. You don't know anything about my life or the marriage I tried to end a year ago. You don't know that my husband wouldn't touch me... wouldn't even look at me. I was an accessory, a mere pawn he used as he saw fit. Sure it wasn't always like that but for the last two years, I've come second in my marriage after my husband's job. I begged him for children, something- anything to give my life meaning. He wasn't ready, he didn't think he'd be a good father, he was too busy with work. He used every excuse under the sun to push back on having children. And then when I told him I wanted a divorce he manipulated me into believing there was a threat on my life. Did you know that? Did you know that I was abused by my stepfather? And that he threatened to come after me when he got out of prison? Mark led me to believe he was still out there, watching my every move up until LAST MONTH, when I found out thanks to your son that he's been dead for a year! You have no idea what my life is like and what's worse, you don't care. You say you love your son? And yet you treat the woman he loves like this?" I snort.

"What? You love him so long as he keeps the Park name clean, right?" I'm seething at this point. "You can hate me, call me every name in the book. A slut, gold digger, liar. Go for it. Mark broke my spirit years ago, you two won't do half the damage that the man that married me did." I shake my head. "I know how this looks. Believe me I didn't expect you to accept me with open arms... but, I'm not going anywhere. So long as Jimin wants me, I'll be in his life. And if you have a problem with that, don't take it up with me. Take it up with my therapist." At this point, my hands are in fists and I feel the tears streaming down my face. Mrs. Park is crying as well and Mr. Park looks as if he's struggling between handing me a tissue and strangling me. I don't wait for their responses as I start moving for the door. My hand is on the door, but I feel it yanked from me as someone moves through the door and wraps their arms around me. My nose is immediately flooded with the scent of the man I love and the thought that he's here makes me cry harder. He's here to rescue me. Finally, someone I can always count on to be there when I feel like I'm at the breaking point.

"What the fuck is going on here!?" I hear followed by a slam of a door. I look up into his eyes and see them zeroed in on his parents before they drop to find mine. His eyes scan my face, and before I can think he's stroking my face. He doesn't say anything, our eyes having an entire conversation better than words could. Are you okay? I'm here now. I'm sorry. It's as if I can hear his thoughts but they're interrupted by his mother's voice.

"Jimin we were just-" Mrs. Park starts but she's interrupted by Jimin's hard glare.

He stands to his feet. "Mother, I think you should leave now."

"But-"

"I need to yell and I would prefer not to do it in front of you."

"I am still your mother, Park Jimin. I just want what's best for you."

"And trying to scare off the woman that loves me is what's best for me? I'm confused, remind me not to use your parenting books." He snarls.

"Don't take that tone with your mother, Jimin."

"AND YOU! I told you about Seokjin because I was nervous and I panicked. I'm just trying to stay in front of everything. It was NOT so that you could terrorize Y/N. Both of you need to stay the hell away from her or so help me."

At this point, he has pulled me behind him and walked towards his parents. Her eyes find mine and I see a look in her eyes that wasn't there ten minutes ago. Is it possible my words got to her? Good. Let those sink in. "I just don't want you to get hurt." Mrs. Park says her voice is much softer than the tone she used with me. "This whole thing is so risky. You have so much to lose. Your practice, your reputation..." she trails off.

"You think I don't see the risks? You think I don't know that this is dangerous and it could all blow up in my face? I have seven years of higher education in psychology and human behaviors. Do you think that I just don't understand the magnitude of this situation? Do you think that I haven't weighed the pros and cons? That I haven't dissected how this could play out one hundred different ways?"

"Then why do you continue to be so reckless, Jimn? Why!?" Mrs. Park pleads.

"BECAUSE I'M IN LOVE WITH HER, GOD DAMMIT!" I wince at the harshness and the volume of his shout and I can't help but find his hand and squeeze it. He looks back at me. "I need you both to leave."

"I don't think that's a good idea," Mrs. Park says.

"And her husband will be here soon, no, Jimin," Mr. Park adds.

"GO" he screams and points at the door.

Mrs. Park, who has long let the tears fall from her eyes, walks by us slowly, before letting her eyes fall on me. I think she wants to say something but decides against it, giving me a small nod before leaving the room.

Mr. Park follows her out of the room. "Ten minutes Jimin. Her negotiation starts at noon. You need to get out of here before then."

"Dad. Just... go," he says, his eyes closed as I can see him trying to reign in his temper. I pull my coat tighter around me, a chill creeping into my bones from the iciness of Jimin's parents words. "What did they say?"

"You can imagine."

"Fuck," he says and he shakes his head letting his forehead rest against mine. "I'm sorry," he says softly.

"I didn't know you were going to tell your dad about Seokjin..." I trail off.

"I had no idea..." he cups my cheeks, staring into my eyes. "I'm so sorry. I never would have told him if I knew... I just panicked and I wanted to be prepared. In all of this, I just don't want to be blindsided. If it's going to come out, fine, but I want to know ahead of time to prepare for the backlash."

I nod. I understand where he's coming from, I just wish he would have told me. "I should go," I say, pulling away from him.

"No. Wait a minute..." he says, pulling me back into his arms. "Talk to me, what's going on up there, huh?" he asks before he rubs his lips across my forehead.

"Besides the blaring words of your parents who just gave their brutally honest opinions about me...? Not much," I shrug, wanting to get the hell out of this office as soon as possible.

"I'll talk to them. I'm furious."

"Don't bother," I sigh defeatedly.

"What?"

"They're not going to change their minds about me, Jimin. They have it made up in their mind what kind of person I am. What kind of woman I am. I'm not good enough for you in their eyes."

"They're wrong."

"Are they?"

"Y/N," he growls and I can't mistake the shudder that moves through me hearing my full name leave his lips. "Don't start with this shit."

"What shit?"

"We said we wouldn't do this. We wouldn't turn on each other... that we wouldn't shut each other out. Don't do this."

"It's just... an exhausting life I have ahead of me."

"What the hell does that mean?" he says, pulling away from me and crossing his arms.

"Oh come on, Jimin. Do you think your parents are ever going to accept me? I mean really accept me. I can only imagine how they'll treat our children."

"They wouldn't dare. They just need some time. I'm not condoning what they did or anything they said but they just don't know you. Once they get to know you they will love you... just like I do." I give him a small smile as I feel his mouth ghost over mine softly. "I love you."

I feel so on edge, so out of control and yet vulnerable all at the same time. It's enough to make me want to jump out of my skin. I'm struggling between the feelings of wanting to push Jimin away and wanting to climb inside of him. I settle for something somewhere in between and allow his tongue into my mouth. I wrap my hands around the back of his neck and push myself harder against him causing him to groan in my mouth. "Touch me," I breathe out, my libido taking over the rational part of my brain.

"Baby..." he mumbles against my lips. "We can't. Not right now."

"Don't you want me?" I whine, knowing that if I played my cards right I could break him, easily. "It's been so long since you've been inside of me." I moan. And it's true, he didn't fuck me at the club the other night, so it's been a month since he's been inside of me and I know he's going as crazy as I am.

He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. "No one knows that better than I do," he chuckles. "But it's too risky right now."

Despite the silent hum of my arousal moving through my body, I comprehend his logic and I nod. "I love you too," I whisper knowing that I haven't said it back and he needs to hear it as much as I do. "I guess I just... didn't realize how many other people are affected by this. Not just Mark. Seokjin... and your parents... my parents... Hwasa... your brother... this is so much bigger than you and me and the man I cheated on," I say. "Everyone has an opinion... they have feelings and we're just going to have to take it."

"I'm never going to let anyone disrespect you, Y/N."

"Me neither," I murmur. I'm still in his arms, in a tight hug when the door opens and shuts quickly.

"We need to get you out of here." I look up to see my lawyer tapping his foot. "Tuan and his lawyer are both on the floor."

"Shit," I hear Jimin say as he pulls out of my arms. "I love you and I'll talk to you later, okay?"

I nod. "I love you too," I say and then he's gone.

"You're a ballsy broad, I'll give you that."

"What was that anyway?" I say, my brows furrowed. "You couldn't have at least warned me that you stuck those two pit bulls on me?"

"Y/N, it was out of my hands. What the senior partners want, the senior partners get. What do you want from me? I put my ass on the line, calling Jimin to get down here. Doesn't that count for something?"

"You- you called him?" I ask, stunned that he would do that for me.

"Why else do you think he was here? You think he has like a sixth sense where you're concerned? No, I told him his parents were here and that it could potentially be a bloodbath." He looks me over. "You look alright though... you give it as good as you got it?"

I raise my shoulders innocently. "Something like that."

"Atta girl. You're a good kid, Y/N. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise." We leave his office to head towards the negotiation room to meet Mark and his lawyer when I feel my world turn on its axis. My eyes widen and I grab Yoongi's arm as I see what's a mere twenty-five feet in front of me. "Relax, act normal. I'll get him out of here." We approach the three men standing in front of the room and I try to calm my racing heart. What in the fuck could they be talking about?

"Dr. Park," Yoongi starts. "I don't believe we summoned you today," he says.

"We saw him leaving, thought I should say hello," Mark says, giving my lawyer an odd look. "I saw him three times a week for eight months, he knows me better than my mother at this point. It's not his fault, my marriage went to shit."

The irony of that statement almost forces a sarcastic chuckle out of me but I remain impassive. "It's nice to see you, Dr. Park," I say, knowing my silence would be a bigger tip off than my politeness.

"Likewise Mrs. L/N." He nods before turning his attention back to Mark as I'm sure he's worried about lingering his gaze on me too long.

"Well shouldn't we be getting on with this? Jackson, I have a two o'clock," Yoongi says.

"So we'll be in touch about what we talked about?" Mark asks and I can't stop the question that moves out of me.

"What is that?" I ask.

"Not that it's any of your business now, but I was reading a few things and it suggested that some sort of post-marital counseling is a good idea to help get you back on track. A nice transition into singledom. Hell maybe I can convince him to come out with me and take on the ladies of Seoul. Jennie will probably have Seokjin on lockdown the second our divorce is final," he jokes and I feel my blood start to boil. Yeah right, Mark. You had no time for me but you're going to go out and live up the bachelor lifestyle now and hangout with the guys? He's just saying that to rile you up. Stay calm, Y/N. Besides, even if he asked Jimin, you know he never would.

"He's our therapist, I don't think he has any desire to go pick up women at a bar with you," I say, rolling my eyes. I notice out of the corner of my eye, Jimin shift uncomfortably.

"Good thing it's not up to you. As far as I'm concerned he's no longer our therapist. He's a decent guy despite his outrageous prices, maybe we'll be friends one day."

I nod. "Sure, Mark," I laugh inwardly. Yeah, you'll be besties. Hell maybe you'll even be the best man in his wedding.

"You never did say why you were here today?" Jackson says and Jimin shakes his head.

"Oh, I was here to see my father," he shrugs simply and I'm starting to feel uneasy with where this is going.

"Your father?" Mark asks and I can see the confusion written all over his face. Shit. Did Mark not know? I've been telling so many lies I can't even keep them straight. What does Mark know, what doesn't he know? Well Jackson must know... right?

"Yeah, he's a lawyer."

"Oh..." Mark says. "What a coincidence," he says, shaking his head. "Did you know Y/N was being represented by your father's firm?" he asks and I don't even know what he's going to say.

"Actually yes, when you stormed out of my office that first day, Y/N mentioned that she didn't have a lawyer and I gave her some names." The lie comes out of his mouth so easily it stuns me. God aren't we a pair. But don't think you can lie to me that easily, Park Jimin. "Turns out she went with my father's firm. It is one of the best in Seoul." He says as if it's the most reasonable explanation.

His eyes narrow slightly. "That's not a conflict of interest?"

"Oh does that ruin your hopes of a future bromance?" I chuckle sarcastically. "No, Mark it isn't, and can we please get on with this, I have things to do today," I say before Jimin has a chance to answer. The truth is there is nothing wrong with Jimin recommending a lawyer to me. Ironically, it's about the only thing he's done where I'm concerned that isn't wrong.

Mark seems unimpressed with my answer but lets it go as we enter the room for the next hour. The negotiation went by slower than usual. I was on edge from being around Jimin and Mark at the same time and for some reason I felt that Jackson could see right through my act. He kept shooting looks at me the whole time as if he could sense my discomfort and he was trying to pinpoint what the source of it was. Maybe I was just being paranoid. Jackson is a lawyer and therefore has been programmed to have the same instincts as Yoongi. And if he figures it out, everyone is so fucked.

I'm walking to my car when I hear my name being called and I see my future ex-husband approaching me. "What can I help you with?" I ask pulling out my phone and holding it out in front of him to let him know that I'm recording this conversation.

"Seriously?" he asks.

"Seriously," I say back.

"We can't talk without it?"

"No. Because you don't know how to act," I say honestly.

"Why didn't you tell me Dr. Park basically gave you a lawyer?"

"He didn't." I shrug. "He gave me a list of firms. When I got here, I met Yoongi from the jump."

"Did you know his father was a lawyer?"

"Yeah once I got here... Mark, what are you getting at?" I ask, feeling the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

"I don't know." He shrugs. "It's just... odd."

"Whatever," I say before turning and heading to my car.

Luckily, nothing came of the tingling of Mark's Spidey senses. Jackson even mentioned to Mark that Jimin was well within his rights as our therapist to recommend an attorney especially when Mark already had a notorious shark representing him. But still, after that day, I noticed that Jackson regarded me a bit closer than usual. He knew I was hiding something. He just didn't know exactly what it was.

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(One month later)

I look down, the very second his cock touches my wet folds and I moan at the contact. He's not even inside of me and I feel myself on the edge, waiting for the orgasm to rip through me. He taps his dick against my clit a few times and I feel my toes curl in response to the pleasure shooting through my brain. We are two weeks shy of my divorce being finalized and he hasn't been inside me since the day after my birthday which was almost two months ago. We've seen each other a few times this past month but as we were getting so close, we didn't want another situation like last month when Mark felt like something wasn't exactly right. As much as it sucked, staying away from each other was best. "Fuck, I've missed you baby" he groans as he pushes inside of me. We are on the couch inside of Jimin's office, where we've made love hundreds of times over the past few months. The second Mark set up his "post marital" session with Jimin, I set one up as well. I mean if Mark can do it, so can I. And no one can say anything about it. I was barely through the door before Jimin was standing before me completely naked and his dick was being shoved down my throat. And now he was inside of me where he belonged, after almost two months of abstinence. He's thrusted into me one time and I can already feel him pulsing.

"Fuck... already?" I whine.

"It's been weeks, Y/N . Give me a break," he grits out.

"Hold on a little longer," I groan as I squeeze down on his dick, trying to hold him in place and keep him from moving.

"Then stop having such a perfect, tight pussy," he growls in my ear. "I don't know how it's possible, but I forgot what you feel like."

I pull his lips to mine and swipe my tongue across them. His tongue immediately finds mine and we kiss for what feels like ages, him not moving but staying inside of me, a feeling of comfort for us both. "I can't wait for this to be over."

"What are we going to do the day it's finalized?" He asks as he begins to thrust inside of me over and over again. I feel myself building, the sounds of our arousals bouncing off the walls of the room. I haven't been this wet in sometime and the sounds it causes me to make when he thrusts makes this feel even sexier.

"Move into our house?" I ask jokingly even though I know we still have to wait a few months. Jimin is going to move within the next week or two and I'll move in a few months once things have settled. "Fuck, Jimin, I'm going to come," I say as I thrust my hips upwards.

"We're so close, baby," he says and I wonder if he means our orgasms are close or the time until my divorce is final is close. Either way it works. "I can't wait until you're finally mine."

"I am yours," I moan. "I always have been" and it's as if those words are his undoing as he pushes into me a final time and I feel him shudder on top of me.

"FUCK" he roars before his lips attack mine in a searing kiss as my orgasm follows right after. I squeeze my eyes shut as I feel the lightning bolt shoot through my body. I squeeze him to me, dragging my nails down his back as the pleasure I'm feeling becomes too much.

"Oh my God," I breathe out as I try to calm my racing heart. "That was..."

"Everything," he says in my ear as he captures it between his teeth. "I'm going to fuck you everyday for the rest our lives, L/N Y/N."

I let out a moan. "Is that a promise?"

"Fuck yes. Should I write that in my vows? I solemnly swear to love, honor, cherish and fuck you into oblivion for the rest of our lives."

"Yes, exactly like that," I smile.

"I do promise that you know." I look at him, my eyes narrowing in confusion as to what exactly he meant. Promise to fuck me? Thank God. "To love, honor and cherish you. To never take you for granted. To be the husband you deserve. To protect you. To show you how beautiful and sexy and enticing you are every single fucking day," he says before he drags his teeth across my pulse point. "To keep you safe. To never lie to you. To always put you first because you're the most important person in my world, Y/N. You always will be. I love you so much... I always have," he says, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips.

I can't stop the tears that have escaped my eyes as I hear this beautiful profession of love for me. "Jimin..." I'm so moved by his words that I'm at a loss for my own. How do you even reply to that? "I-" I start when Lisa's voice comes through the room successfully cutting me off. I can see the annoyance in Jimin's eyes immediately and I hope he doesn't rip her head off too badly.

"Dr. Park? Hi...ummm... I apologize for the interruption but... Mr. Tuan is on his way upstairs... Now."

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Author's Note: uh oh...

-Serendipity