Hyunbin still believed her.

No matter how many times she looked in the mirror and hated herself — no matter how many filthy messages she hid in her phone — he clung to her like she was still the same wife he’d married.

And in the soft moments, when she kissed his forehead and he whispered, “I love you so much, baby…” — she almost believed it too.

Because she did love him. No matter how rotten she’d become.

But that hunger — that gnawing fire between her legs — it always, always came back.

And Jungkook? He fed it like no one else could.

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It was a warm, lazy afternoon when she brought it up — curled on the couch, Taeho asleep in Hyunbin’s arms, her big, heavy breasts spilling out of a loose tank top Hyunbin kept sneaking glances at.

“Baby,” she cooed, running her fingers through his hair. “I was thinking…”

Hyunbin blinked up at her, so soft and open it made her chest hurt. “Hm?”

“It’s just…” She traced her finger down his jaw. “Your dad. He’s so alone. You know he’s been struggling since your mom passed. He’s old. He shouldn’t be alone in that big house.”

Hyunbin’s brow furrowed. He looked down at baby Taeho, then back up at her — the pieces already falling into place in that kind, fragile brain of his.

“You think he should stay here?” he asked softly.

She climbed into his lap, pressing her lips to his neck — a perfect distraction while she poured poison in his ear.

“Just for a few days,” she breathed. “A week, maybe. I’ll look after him. He’s your family, Hyunbin. And he worked so hard to give you everything… it’s the least we can do.”

She felt him hesitate — just for a second — but then she felt it break, like it always did. He kissed her shoulder, voice small and so good.

“You’re right. He’s my dad. And you’re so… you’re so sweet to think of him like that.”

She kissed him deep — her sweet, clueless husband — while her mind spun wild with what it meant:

Jungkook. In her home. In her bed. In every room. No more sneaking around. No more locked doors.

She could already hear Jungkook’s filthy voice in her head, praising her.

“Good girl. My cow. You want me so bad you brought me into his house.”

She did. And she’d keep doing it — again and again — because no matter how much she loved Hyunbin, her body would always, always belong to Jungkook.