Seokjin's Pov:

Even though I didn't want to, I knew I needed to take another shower since I was so gross and sweaty. I need to quit complaining when this man is absent since my ass enjoys much more peace in his absence.

"Where exactly are you planning on going?" As I try to get out of bed, he grabs my hand and pulls me closer to him.

"I need to shower."

He smiled at me, and I have to tell you, I was getting to the point where I really hated his smile. He couldn't be ignorant of the charm he radiated and the impact his smile had on other people.

"When you're with people in general and your clients specifically, do you smile like this?" It piqued my interest since, if he did, it meant that we would run into some difficulties.

His smile vanished, and he adopted a look of confusion instead, which was a pleasant change since I like it when he appears confused, and it was a rare opportunity to see him like that.

"What do you mean?"

"It's a simple question, do you smile like this around people?"

"I doubt it; why?"

I thought that response was enough. But I'll be keeping a careful eye on things tomorrow night at the event.

"I was curious. Anyway, I need to shower. I will be back."

"I will help you."

Of course, you will.

"There will be no sexual activity of any kind in the shower!" I wanted him to have a complete understanding.

He flashed a kind grin and nodded before continuing, "understood, I just want to assist you. Is that okay?"

"Fine." I like it very much when someone else takes care of me, and when he is not attempting to have sex with me, he does an excellent job of giving me a shower.

*****

"Next," Jungkook said as he finished washing my right leg. In the shower, he had me stand on one leg as he washed my feet and made sure he got in between my toes and below my feet thoroughly. I have a dream that he will continue to do this for me every single day for the duration of my pregnancy. Whenever I shower, I am lucky if I get my legs clean, much alone my feet.

After he had finished, he stood up to face me, reached behind me, grabbed the shower hose, and started the water so that he could wash me off. Throughout the process, I used my hand to ensure that all traces of soap residue were removed.

When he was done, he put the shower hose back in place and smiled at me, "you are all cleaned."

I can't stand it when he acts like that; I don't understand why he keeps smiling at me.

My eyes wandered over his body; maybe they were stuck to his body, but who could blame me? My husband had a gorgeous body, and now when he smiles at me, it simply doesn't help my predicament.

"Would you want me to help you while you shower?" It was only right that I repay the act of generosity that was shown to me.

"No, babe, it's alright. I am aware that you are tired. Go get dressed; I will see you in our room shortly."

So he could shower me, but I couldn't help him shower?

"Why don't you want my help?" I had never before volunteered to assist another person while they were showering, but now I do. I get rejected; wow.

After a brief period of silence, he finally replied, "it's not that, Seokjin; I simply don't want you to feel forced to do it because I took care of you. Our circumstances are not the same. I know that you have said that taking a shower has been difficult for you, and while I do not want you to be even more tired, since you have offered your help, I would appreciate it if you could kindly stay and help me."

Now, see, that was way better. At least I don't feel rejected now.

"I'm glad you realized I offered, and I thank you for thinking about me, but I wouldn't offer if I couldn't do it, and I just want to help wash your back and chest; the rest is for you to do."

He laughed and shook his head, saying, "you are different, you know that."

"I am aware."

I waited impatiently for him to lather his washcloth with soap. When he had finished wetting himself with the water, I took over and started assisting him by washing his back and the region around his chest while telling him to "lift your arms." After I had finished giving him instructions and had gone to wash beneath his arms, I noticed that his eyes were fixed on me almost the whole time. How he was staring at me was far too intense for my liking. I didn't know what he was thinking.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I am happy to have you as my husband."

His words made me pause what I was doing; I searched his eyes; there was no hint of sarcasm; he was speaking the truth. I wasn't surprised, as it was indeed understandable. However, something felt extremely different with how he looked at me and spoke those words; I felt it in my heart.

The more I looked at him, the clearer it seemed that all of this had been predetermined. It was no accident; our encounter was predetermined by fate.

He would probably think I was crazy if I said it out loud.

I didn't have the words necessary to respond to him just yet, but I hoped that with one kiss, I could tell him that I was just as happy as he was. I leaned forward and brought our lips together without breaking out in stares.

As his arms wrapped around my waist, I deepened our kiss as he parted his lips and allowed me to fully explore his mouth with my tongue. A moan can be heard from both of us as my back is crushed against the shower wall, and the washcloth falls out from between my fingers.

My hand started to explore his body, and I could feel his hand doing the same thing to mine. Our mutual exploration of one other's bodies with our hands and tongues made me desire more. As our passion for one another grew, I believe he felt the same way too. He took charge of our kiss, which caused my heart rate to speed up, but without giving me any forewarning, he abruptly broke it off and spun me around.

I let out a low groan as I turned my head to the wall and felt his tongue stroking over my shoulder as his lips caressed my flesh. I heard him fumbling about with something behind me, and then I looked down and saw a bottle cap fall to the ground at my feet. Then the bottle of lube landed next to it, and my eyes widened.

Where did he get lube from? I didn't recall seeing any in the shower. Wait-

"Just so the record is clear, you initiated this." After that, I felt his cock putting pressure against my hole while his fingers spread my ass cheeks.

"Jungkook-"

I couldn't finish what I wanted as he pushed into me, and I bit down on my lip as my body accepted him.

"Babe, do you have anything you need to ask me?" As he pushed me forward and started to stroke softly, he asked me.

He knew what he had done. This was a setup. I was going to get him back for this.

"Are you in yet?"

When he stopped moving behind me, I pressed my lips together and looked over my shoulder.

Fuck, I fucked up. As our eyes connected, the look he had said it all.

I gasped when I felt him pull out and thought maybe he was done with me, but I was wrong. When he slammed forward into me, I think I felt everything rearrange inside of me. My scream was so loud, and I almost lost my balance, but his firm grip on me kept me from falling.

His strokes were long and hard, my legs were giving out, and I could feel myself becoming hoarse.

"J-Jungkook, wait, please. It was a joke." I tried to explain between his hard thrust.

I did not get any reaction from him other than the pounding of his cock torturing my prostate as it plunged deeper and deeper into my ass with each stroke.

I couldn't take it anymore, "I am pregnant." I let it out as a reminder to him and for my sake.

I felt his thrust slow and his body pressing closer to mine, "I am sorry, are you okay?"

"I am fine and sorry; I made a bad joke."

"You did, and you need to be grateful that you are pregnant," he said. My shoulder was kissed as he proceeded and said, "Would you want to continue this in the bedroom so that you may be more comfortable?"

Wow, this man.

If I had been honest with myself, I would have told him no; nevertheless, I could feel that my orgasm was very near, and I needed it. After all that had happened, he owed it to me.

*****

The next morning, my bed was empty when I woke up, but I shouldn't have been shocked by that. The only things he required before leaving for his favorite place were a shower, some sexual activity, and a brief cuddle. I was merely a brief source of comfort for him. It broke my heart to see that the bed was empty when I woke up, but I knew I had to start accepting my reality.

When I sat up in bed to do my morning stretches, I was pleasantly surprised to find that I was not quite as sore as I had anticipated after the night we had.

I was looking at the other end of the bed when I saw a bouquet of roses. I hastened my way to it and scooped it up while wearing a smiling expression on my face.

I saw a card connected to it as soon as I took it into my palm and looked at it. My excitement was comparable to that of a child on Christmas morning. I set the flowers down and removed the card. When I opened it, there was a message tucked inside.

I regret that I was not there when you woke up. I know you are probably cursing at me. I have to attend an emergency meeting at the office, but I will be home before noon. I got you something in your closet, in a bag on the floor; you can't miss it. I want you to dress before I get home since we have a 1 p.m. date. Also, breakfast is prepared downstairs. I realize as a husband, there is much more I can do for you, and I apologize for my shortcomings. I want to do better, and I hope you'll give me the chance to prove it without comparing me to others who came before me.

I went back and read his note many times, and each time, the contents of his writing resonated deeply inside my heart. I was also sorry that I had led him to believe that he needed to be just like anybody else, but I was glad that I had expressed myself to him.

I couldn't wait to see what he had in store for me, but first, I had to figure out how to keep up with all the hard work he was putting into our marriage. I, too, wanted to improve, I can't let him outshine me with improvements.

I was so excited that I sprang off the bed, but unfortunately, my eagerness caused me to fall; however, I was able to use my hands to break my fall and support myself.

As soon as I could get myself from the floor, I made my way to the closet to check out the gift my husband had gotten me.