The house smelled of Mimi’s cooking. She had spent all day preparing his favorites—kimchi stew, grilled beef, rice, side dishes lined perfectly. She wore his favorite dress too: soft, short, clinging to her curves, no panties underneath. Her makeup was light, lips glossy, eyes sparkling with hope.

When the door opened, she ran to him, arms wide. “Yoonie!”

But Yoongi brushed past her. His face was stone, his jaw tight, his eyes refusing to meet hers.

Mimi froze, arms falling uselessly at her sides. “Yoonie… I missed you.”

He didn’t answer. He set his bag down, went straight to the shower, closed the door.

Mimi’s throat tightened. She had imagined angry sex—him pinning her down, punishing her, making her scream until she begged. But this? This cold silence hurt more than any spanking.

That night, they lay in the same bed, but worlds apart. Yoongi on his side, facing the wall. Mimi curled behind him, tears slipping silently onto the pillow.

—

The next day

Mimi couldn’t stand it. She decided to surprise him at the hospital, maybe bring him lunch, force him to talk.

She walked down the familiar hallway, her heels clicking, her heart pounding. But when she pushed open the door to his office, the sight that greeted her made her blood run cold.

Yoongi.

Her Yoongi.

Fucking Tae bent over his desk.

Tae’s slutty nurse uniform was pushed up, her ass bare, bouncing as Yoongi pounded into her. Tae moaned shamelessly, head thrown back.

“Yes, Yoonie! Fuck me harder—yes!”

Yoongi groaned, gripping Tae’s hips, his cock slamming deep. “So tight, Tae… fucking perfect…”

Mimi’s world shattered because her husband is fucking tae instead of her when he didn’t even look at her since he is back.

—

She stumbled back, her chest heaving, tears streaming down her face before she even realized. She turned and ran, her sobs echoing down the hallway.

She didn’t stop until she reached Jungkook’s office. She burst inside, collapsing against his chest, crying uncontrollably.

“K-Kookie…” she sobbed. “He… he was with Tae..—on his desk—”

He wrapped his arms around her trembling body, rubbing her back.

“Mimi… shhh, baby. What’s wrong.”

She clutched his shirt, shaking. “Why? Why doesn’t he want me? I thought he’d punish me, I thought he’d love me… but he just hates me…”

Jungkook tilted her chin up, his thumb brushing away her tears. His gaze was soft, but his jaw was tight. “Listen to me. I’ll talk to him. I’ll make him understand. He can’t treat you like this, Mimi. You’re his wife.”

Her lip trembled. “But what if… what if he doesn’t want me anymore?”

Jungkook cupped her face, his voice firm. “Then he’s a fool. Because you’re… fuck, you’re perfect. And i will talk to your idiot husband”

Mimi’s tears spilled fresh, and she buried her face in Jungkook’s chest again.