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The towering glass headquarters of Jeon Corporation sparkled under Seoul’s evening sky, a symbol of Jungkook’s unmatched power.

Jungkook, the billionaire CEO, sat in his sleek penthouse office, his sharp jawline set as he swirled a glass of whiskey.

His mind wasn’t on the empire he’d built but on Tae, a woman whose radiant beauty had stolen his breath at the company’s annual employee gala.

She’d stood across the crowded ballroom, her simple dress hugging her frame, laughing softly with her husband, Bogum, a lowly data analyst in Jungkook’s empire.

Bogum, with his worn-out blazer and tired eyes, was no match for Tae’s glow, and Jungkook didn’t care that she was married. He wanted her, and he’d do anything to have her.

Bogum, a middle-class man scraping by, had worked tirelessly at Jeon Corporation for years, hoping for a promotion to give Tae, his sweetheart from their poor neighborhood, a better life.

They’d married, their love built on shared dreams and small joys, like late-night street food runs. But that night at the gala, as Bogum proudly introduced Tae to colleagues, Jungkook’s piercing gaze locked onto her from the VIP balcony.

Her bright smile and the way her eyes sparkled under the chandeliers haunted him.

He didn’t care about her vows or Bogum’s loyalty. To Jungkook, Tae was a prize, and Bogum was an obstacle.

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Days later, Jungkook hatched a ruthless plan. He fabricated evidence that Bogum had embezzled $5 million from Jeon Corporation’s charity fund, a fund Bogum had only accessed once, under orders, to process a routine transfer.

Jungkook’s tech team planted fake digital trails: forged emails, doctored bank records, and a dummy account in Bogum’s name.

When the “discrepancy” was “discovered” during an audit, Bogum was called to Jungkook’s office.

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The office was cold, its marble floors gleaming under harsh lights. Bogum stood trembling, his cheap tie askew, clutching a crumpled tissue.

“Sir, I swear, I didn’t touch that money!” he pleaded, his voice cracking. Tears streamed down his face as he fell to his knees.

“I have a wife, Tae, she needs me! I’ve been loyal to you for years!”

Jungkook leaned back in his leather chair, his tailored suit pristine, his dark eyes unreadable.

“Bogum, the evidence is clear,” he said smoothly, his voice dripping with false sympathy.

“Bank records don’t lie. But I’ll see what I can do, maybe my lawyers can help.” His words were empty, a performance. Inside, he felt a twisted thrill. With Bogum gone, Tae would be vulnerable.

Bogum sobbed, his hands shaking as he grabbed the edge of Jungkook’s mahogany desk. “Please, sir, I’m begging you! Ten years in jail, I’ll lose everything! Tae won’t survive alone!” His cries echoed in the silent room, but Jungkook’s face remained a mask of pity.

As police officers stormed in, their boots thudding against the polished floor, Bogum’s screams grew desperate.

“No! I’m innocent! Jungkook, help me!” The officers yanked him up, cuffing his wrists as he struggled, his tear-streaked face turning to Jungkook one last time.

Jungkook stood, adjusting his cufflinks, and gave a solemn nod. “I’ll try, Bogum,” he lied, his voice soft but chilling.

The police dragged Bogum through the glass corridors of Jeon Corporation, past stunned employees whispering behind cubicles.

Bogum’s wails faded as the elevator doors closed, leaving Jungkook alone in his office. He smirked, glancing at a photo from the gala on his desk, one he’d secretly taken of Tae, her beauty frozen in time.

With Bogum out of the way, she’d be his.

He didn’t care about the cost.

The heavy glass doors of Jungkook’s office swung shut, Bogum’s desperate cries fading as the police dragged him away.

Jungkook stood tall, his broad shoulders filling out his tailored black suit, his dark hair perfectly styled, a predator in control. His sharp, handsome features softened into a practiced look of concern as he heard soft, frantic footsteps approaching.

The door burst open, and there she was, Tae, the woman who haunted his every thought. Her delicate frame trembled in the doorway, her simple cotton dress clinging to her small waist, her long hair messy from running.

Her big, doe-like eyes were red and swollen from crying, her cheeks streaked with tears, making her look impossibly fragile, like a porcelain doll on the verge of breaking.

Tae didn’t know Jungkook beyond his title, her husband’s powerful boss, the untouchable CEO of Jeon Corporation.

She clasped her hands together, her slender fingers shaking, and stumbled forward, her voice soft but desperate. “Sir, please!” she sobbed, her words barely steady.

“My Bogum, he’s innocent! He’d never steal, not a single won! Please, save him!” Her puffy eyes locked onto Jungkook’s, wide and pleading, her lips quivering as fresh tears spilled down her flushed cheeks.

She looked so small, so helpless, standing in the vast, cold office with its gleaming marble floors and towering windows.

Jungkook’s heart raced, but his face was a mask of sympathy. He stepped closer, his polished shoes clicking against the floor, his tall frame looming over her.

“Madam, please, calm down,” he said, his deep voice smooth as velvet, almost tender. He gently placed a hand on her shoulder, his touch firm yet calculated, feeling the warmth of her trembling body.

“I want to help Bogum, I really do. This is… devastating for me too.” His dark eyes flickered with fake worry, but inside, a wicked grin curled in his mind. She was even more beautiful up close, her soft, tear-streaked face, her fragile innocence driving him wild.

Tae sniffled, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, her voice breaking. “H...he’s all I have, sir. We’re not rich, he works so hard for you! Please, believe me, he didn’t take that money!” Her words were so earnest, her tiny hands clutching the hem of her dress, her body swaying slightly from the weight of her grief.

She looked like she might collapse, and Jungkook’s gaze darkened, his desire for her twisting into something possessive.

He leaned against his mahogany desk, crossing his muscular arms, his gold watch glinting under the office lights.

“Listen,” Jungkook said, his tone shifting, low and commanding, “the evidence is clear. Bogum stole $5 million from my company’s charity fund. Bank records, emails,it’s all there.” He paused, letting the words sink in, watching her face crumble.

“But… I’m a reasonable man. I’ll give you three days. Return the $5 million, and I’ll make this go away. Or if you can't then…” His lips curled into a subtle, predatory smirk as he stepped closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper.

“Spend one night with me, and I’ll erase Bogum’s crime. He’ll walk free, and it’ll be our little secret.”

Tae froze, her breath hitching.

Her wide eyes widened further, shock replacing her tears.

“W-what?” she stammered, her soft voice barely audible. Her small hands clenched into fists, her fragile frame trembling with rage.

“You’re disgusting!” she shouted, her voice cracking but fierce, like a spark in her delicate shell. “How dare you say that? I’d rather die than let you touch me!” Her cheeks flushed red, her puffy eyes blazing with defiance.

“I’ll prove my Husband is innocent, you monster! You’ll see!” She turned on her heel, her dress swishing, her tiny figure storming toward the door.

Jungkook didn’t move, his eyes locked on her retreating form. His gaze traced her slender waist, the curve of her hips, his obsession burning hotter with every step she took.

Her fire, her confidence, it thrilled him.

As the door slammed behind her, he let out a low, chilling laugh, his handsome face twisting into a psychopathic grin.

“Oh, babygirl,” he murmured to himself, running a hand through his hair, his voice dripping with dominance.

“I love a challenge. You’ll be mine soon enough.”

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Tae stumbled into her small, dimly lit apartment, her frail body shaking from the confrontation with Jungkook. The clock ticked past 9 p.m., and the Seoul skyline glowed faintly through her cracked window.

Her knees buckled as she sank onto the worn couch, clutching a small photo frame of Bogum, his warm smile frozen in a happier moment from their street food date last summer.

Tears streamed down her puffy cheeks, her soft sobs filling the quiet room. “I’ll s..save you, Bogum,” she whispered, her voice trembling but fierce, hugging the frame to her chest. “I swear, I’ll get you out.” Exhausted, she curled up, the weight of Jungkook’s cruel ultimatum crushing her fragile heart.

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The next day

The next morning, Tae woke with swollen eyes but a spark of determination. She tied her messy hair into a loose bun, slipped on her faded sneakers, and headed out, her simple dress fluttering in the chilly breeze.

She went door-to-door to Bogum’s friends, her only hope for raising the $5 million Jungkook demanded. First, she visited Minho, a coworker Bogum often helped with reports. Minho scratched his neck, avoiding her gaze. “Tae, I’d love to help, but… my car loan’s killing me. I’m broke,” he mumbled, shutting the door quickly.

Next, she tried Jiwon, who Bogum had lent money to last year. Jiwon sighed dramatically, “Sorry, Tae, my kid’s school fees are due. Can’t spare a cent.”

At every stop, excuses piled up: one friend claimed medical bills, another said their business was failing, and a third just shrugged, saying, “Times are tough for everyone.” Tae’s shoulders slumped, her small hands clutching her phone, where she’d listed every contact Bogum trusted.

No one cared enough to help.

By late afternoon, Tae’s feet ached, and her throat was dry from pleading. She leaned against a lamppost, wiping sweat from her brow, her delicate face pale with exhaustion.

As she sipped water from a cheap plastic bottle, she spotted a familiar figure, Seojoon, Bogum’s closest friend, who’d always joined them for late-night chats over soju.

He was laughing, heading into a noisy bar down the street, his jacket slung over his shoulder. Tae’s heart lifted slightly. "He’ll help," she thought.

Hesitating, she smoothed her dress, her hands trembling, and followed him inside.

The bar was dimly lit, reeking of beer and fried food. Loud music pulsed, and groups of men shouted over each other. Tae weaved through the crowd, her small frame dodging spilled drinks, until she spotted Seojoon at the bar, leaning back with a smirk, surrounded by three friends.

She approached, her voice soft and nervous. “Seojoon, please, I need to talk,” she said, her big eyes pleading as she clasped her hands.

“Bogum’s in jail, they’re saying he stole $5 million! He’s innocent, I swear. I need help to pay it back, or… or he’ll be gone for ten years.” Her voice cracked, tears welling up, her soft beauty standing out in the grimy bar.

Seojoon’s eyes raked over her, his smirk twisting into something darker.

He leaned closer, his breath heavy with alcohol. “Tae, you’re looking real pretty, all desperate like this,” he slurred, his voice dripping with sleaze.

“Tell you what, if you let me have you for a night, I’ll see what I can do. How’s that sound?” His friends burst into loud, mocking laughter, their eyes glinting with lust as they stared at Tae like wolves circling prey.

One licked his lips, another nudged Seojoon, chuckling, “Yeah, she’s worth a loan!”

Tae’s stomach churned, her face flushing with disgust.

Her tiny fists clenched, and she stepped back, her voice shaking but sharp.

“You’re disgusting! Bogum trusted you!” she shouted, her soft tone laced with fury.

The bar seemed to spin around her as she turned, shoving through the crowd, their laughter ringing in her ears.

“Poor little Tae, running home to cry!” Seojoon called after her, his friends cackling louder. She burst out into the cool night air, her chest heaving, tears spilling as she ran down the street, her sneakers slapping the pavement.

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By the time Tae reached her apartment, night had fallen, the stars hidden behind city smog. She locked the door, her body collapsing onto the couch. Her hands shook as she grabbed Bogum’s photo frame again, pressing it to her chest. “I’m so sorry, Bogum,” she sobbed, her voice barely a whisper.

“I won’t give up, I promise.” Her tears soaked the frame as she curled into a ball, the weight of betrayal and exhaustion pulling her under. With Bogum’s smiling face close to her heart, she cried herself to sleep, her fragile form trembling in the dark.

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Next morning

Tae stirred awake on her sagging couch, the morning light filtering through the cracked window of her tiny apartment. Her head spun, and as she tried to stand, her legs wobbled, nearly sending her crashing to the floor.

Her vision blurred from days of barely eating, the endless walking around Seoul, and the crushing stress of Bogum’s arrest.

Her stomach growled, but the thought of food made her feel sick. Still, she shuffled to the cramped kitchen, her bare feet cold against the chipped linoleum. She had to eat, Bogum would want her to stay strong.

Rummaging through the sparse cabinets, she found a half-empty box of instant rice and a single egg, the last of their groceries. With trembling hands, she boiled the rice in a dented pot and fried the egg, the sizzle filling the quiet room. She sat at the wobbly table, forcing down small bites of plain rice mixed with the runny egg, each swallow tasteless but necessary.

Her big, puffy eyes stared at Bogum’s photo frame propped nearby, his smile urging her to keep going.

After breakfast, Tae slipped into her worn sneakers and stepped outside, sitting on the concrete step by her door.

The morning air was chilly, and the busy Seoul street buzzed with honking cars and chattering neighbors. She hugged her knees, her simple dress wrinkled, her messy hair falling over her pale face.

Hopelessness clawed at her heart, Bogum’s friends had abandoned her, Seojoon’s vile words still stung, and Jungkook’s ultimatum loomed like a dark cloud.

“What do I do now?” she whispered, her soft voice breaking. But a spark of defiance flickered in her chest. She couldn’t give up on Bogum, not when he was suffering in a cold jail cell. Clenching her small fists, she stood, brushing dirt off her dress, and decided to seek out the one person she’d avoided for years, her aunt, Hyejin.

Tae’s parents had died when she was a child, leaving her in the care of Hyejin, an unmarried woman who lived alone in a cluttered apartment across town.

Hyejin was toxic, her bitter tongue sharper than a knife, always blaming Tae for her own miserable life. Still, Tae clung to a sliver of hope as she boarded a crowded bus, her frail body swaying with each stop.

She reached Hyejin’s building, a rundown complex with peeling paint, and climbed the creaky stairs, her heart pounding. Knocking softly, she waited, her hands twisting nervously.

The door swung open, revealing Hyejin, her thin lips pursed, her graying hair pulled into a tight bun, her eyes narrowing at Tae.

“What do you want?” Hyejin snapped, her voice dripping with venom. Tae swallowed, her voice soft and pleading. “Auntie, please, I need help. Bogum’s in jail, they say he stole $5 million, but he’s innocent! I need money to save him, or he’ll be gone for ten years.” Her big eyes shimmered with tears, her delicate hands clasped tightly, her fragile frame trembling in the doorway.

Hyejin scoffed, crossing her arms over her stained apron. “You, showing up here? You’re nothing but bad luck, Tae! Always have been!” she spat, her words cutting like glass.

“You ruined my life when I had to raise you, and now you’ve dragged your husband into hell too! You’re cursed, girl, everyone around you suffers!” She stepped closer, her bony finger jabbing at Tae’s chest.

“Don’t expect a single won from me. You deserve this mess!”

The apartment behind her was a mess of old newspapers and empty soju bottles, a reflection of her bitter, lonely life.

Tae’s lips quivered, her heart sinking under the weight of Hyejin’s cruelty. She wanted to scream, to defend Bogum, but her voice caught in her throat. Her aunt’s words echoed every fear she’d buried, that she was the problem, that she brought pain to those she loved.

Tears spilled down her cheeks, but she refused to let Hyejin see her break. “I’m sorry you feel that way,” Tae whispered, her voice barely audible, her eyes downcast. She turned silently, her sneakers scuffing the floor as she walked away, Hyejin’s harsh laughter following her down the hall.

“Don’t come crawling back!” Hyejin shouted, slamming the door.

Tae stumbled out into the fading daylight, her body heavy with exhaustion and grief. The bus ride home blurred past as she stared out the window, her reflection pale and hollow.

Back in her apartment, night cloaked the room in shadows. She collapsed onto the couch, pulling Bogum’s photo frame to her chest.

“I-I won’t s..stop, Bogum,” she sobbed, her soft voice trembling but resolute.

“I’ll f..find a way”, Her tears soaked the frame as she curled up, the weight of another rejection pressing down, but her love for Bogum burning brighter than her pain.

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Tae lay on her old bed all day, crying into her wet pillow.

Her messy hair stuck to her tear-covered face, and her thin body shook with sadness. She was a mess, her heart broken by betrayal and rejection.

As it got dark, a streetlamp’s faint light came through her cracked window, making shadows in her small apartment.

She slowly moved to the couch, her body feeling heavy, and sat hugging her knees. Jungkook’s cold words “our little secret” kept repeating in her mind, his rough voice haunting her.

She closed her swollen eyes, her face numb, feeling like giving up. But Bogum’s smile in a photo frame gave her strength. She couldn’t let him stay in jail.

Wiping her tears with shaky hands, Tae stood up, feeling a spark of determination.

She tied her hair into a loose bun, some strands falling around her pale face, and went to the bathroom. The cold shower hurt her skin but cleared her mind, washing away her sadness. She stepped out, wrapped in an towel, and opened her small closet.

Her hands touched her usual simple dresses, but tonight she wanted to feel strong, even if it was just pretend.

She chose a dress she wore once for her anniversary with Bogum, a soft, black, off-shoulder dress that fit her slim waist and flared into a short, flowy skirt.

The lace trim made it cute, while the tight top and short skirt gave it a bold touch. She put it on, the fabric cool on her skin, and wore simple white sneakers to keep her look sweet but eye-catching.

In the cracked mirror, she barely knew the girl looking back, weak but fierce, her big eyes red but full of resolve.

Tae walked to Bogum’s photo frame on the table, her fingers touching his smiling face. “I’ll save you, Bogum,” she whispered, her soft voice shaking with love.

“I love you.” She kissed the glass gently, a tear falling. Taking her old purse, she called a cab and stepped into the cold Seoul night, her heart racing as the city lights flashed by.

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The cab stopped at Jeon Mansion, a huge glass and steel building surrounded by neat gardens, its bright golden lights showing off its riches.

Tae’s breath stopped as she got out, her sneakers scraping the marble driveway.

Two big guards in black suits looked at her but let her pass through the iron gates after a quick check. Inside, the entrance was stunning, sparkling crystal chandeliers hung above, and shiny marble floors went on forever.

A young maid in a neat uniform came up, looking curious but polite.

“Miss, what do you need?” she asked.

Tae swallowed, her voice quiet but firm.

“I need to see Mr. Jeon… Jungkook. It’s important.” Her hands nervously played with the lace on her dress. The maid nodded and pointed to a fancy velvet couch in the luxurious living room, filled with gold-decorated furniture and expensive art.

“Wait here, please,” the maid said, then walked down a big staircase.

Tae sat on the couch, feeling tiny compared to its size. Her heart pounded, and she fidgeted with her dress’s edge. Was this the right thing to do? Jungkook’s deal, her body for Bogum’s freedom, made her feel sick, but thinking of Bogum in a cold jail cell kept her going.

She took a shaky breath to calm herself, her big eyes glancing around the fancy room.

Every second felt like forever, the sound of a nearby clock making her fear grow.

The maid came back, her steps quiet on the marble floor. “Miss, Sir wants you in his bedroom. Follow me,” she said.

Tae’s heart jumped, her pulse loud in her ears. Bedroom? The word scared her, but she stood, smoothing her dress with shaky hands.

“Okay,” she whispered softly. She followed the maid, her sneakers quiet on the shiny floors, her small figure looking tiny in the huge mansion.

The maid took her up a big staircase, down a hallway with modern art, to a pair of double doors with fancy carvings.

Tae’s breath stopped, her mind telling her to run, but she thought of Bogum. For his freedom, she’d face anything.

The maid nodded shortly and left, leaving Tae alone in front of the carved doors to Jungkook’s bedroom.

Her heart pounded, each beat loud in her ears. She lifted a shaky hand, her small knuckles pausing before lightly knocking on the wood.

“Come in,” Jungkook’s deep voice called, smooth and strong, making her shiver. Tae swallowed hard, staring at the floor, and pushed the door open, stepping into a dangerous place.

The bedroom was fancy, lit softly by sleek wall lights, with a huge four-poster bed covered in black silk sheets taking up most of the space. Big windows showed Seoul’s sparkling city lights, but Tae kept her eyes down, her sneakers quiet on the soft dark carpet.

Her black off-shoulder dress hugged her slim body, the lace trim shaking with her uneven breaths. Jungkook’s voice cut through the quiet, smooth and dark.

“Good choice, babygirl. I was waiting for you.”

Tae’s throat tightened, tears stinging her big, gentle eyes. She wanted to cry, to run, but Bogum’s face appeared in her mind, his freedom depended on this. She kept her eyes down, her messy bun coming loose, soft hair falling around her pale face.

Jungkook stepped closer, his bare feet silent, and she felt him like a storm getting near.

He stood tall over her, his finger sliding under her chin, gently but firmly lifting her face. Their eyes met, and Tae’s breath stopped.

Jungkook stood before her, powerful and bare-chested, a white towel wrapped low around his sharp hips, his wet hair messy from a shower.

Water drops shone on his strong chest, sliding down his firm abs, his skin glowing in the soft light. His dark eyes were intense, like a hunter’s, making Tae’s knees shaky. Her big, teary eyes sparkled, her lips trembling as she met his gaze, looking fragile but strong in her quiet way.

“So,” Jungkook said softly, his voice teasing, “ready for a night with me?” His thumb touched her lower lip, sending a jolt through her. Tae’s heart pounded, her small hands tightening into fists.

She gave a tiny nod, a tear falling down her cheek, her wide, vulnerable eyes fixed on his. She didn’t speak, her silence showed she was giving in, not because she wanted to, but for Bogum’s sake.

Jungkook’s lips twisted into a controlling smile.

He held her face, his big hands warm on her cold skin, wiping her tears with his thumbs.

“There, there, baby,” he said smoothly, his voice both comforting and threatening. “I’ll take care of you. Think, one night, and your husband’s free.” Before she could answer, he leaned in, kissing her hard.

His lips were strong, pushing, moving with a fierce energy that took her breath away.

Tae’s small hands pressed against his bare chest, her fingers shaking as she pushed lightly, not really fighting but reacting, her delicate body overwhelmed by his power.

Jungkook kissed her deeper, his tongue pushing into her mouth with bold, unstoppable hunger, exploring and taking over. A low growl came from his throat, shaking against her lips as he pressed his strong, bare body closer, his hot skin burning through her thin dress.

Tae’s breath caught, her small hands trembling as they pushed weakly against his firm chest, her fingers touching the wet drops still on his skin. Her teary eyes closed, her lips shaking under his kiss, torn between the guilt in her heart and the overwhelming force of his control. She felt fragile in his grip, her body so sensitive that every touch was like a spark starting a fire she couldn’t stop.

He pulled back, letting her catch her breath, his dark eyes gleaming with hunger as he studied her, her red cheeks, puffy lips, and tears on her soft skin. “You’re perfect,” he said hoarsely, his voice full of want, his wet hair falling over his eyes as he stood over her.

Jungkook easily picked her up and put her over his shoulder. "No," Tae said, scared. He tossed her onto his big bed and hovered over her.

Suddenly, he grabbed her wrists with one big hand, pinning them above her head on the big bed’s silk sheets. The black fabric rustled under her, cool against her hot skin, as Tae let out a quiet, broken sound, her body arching a bit from his strength. Her off-shoulder dress slipped, showing the tops of her full breasts, pushing against her lace br4, and Jungkook’s eyes locked on them, his smirk turning wicked.

“Look at these,” he said roughly, his free hand cupping one br**st, his thumb rubbing the sensitive tip through the lace. Tae gasped, her back curving as a wave of pleasure hit her, her body reacting with a shiver. Her breasts were big and soft, and Jungkook’s intense focus was obvious as he squeezed harder, his fingers pressing into her just enough to make her cry out, a soft, shaky sound that was part sob, part moan.

“So sensitive, huh” he muttered, his voice full of ownership. He pulled her dress down more, the fabric ripping a little, and unhooked her bra with a quick move, throwing it aside. Her breats fell free, and Jungkook’s breath caught, his eyes darkening as he saw their fullness, moving with her shaky breaths.

Tae’s big, teary eyes widened, more tears falling as she wiggled under his hold, her pinned wrists twisting slightly. “Please…” she whispered, her voice weak, barely heard, a plea that could mean anything, stop, slow down, or something even she didn’t know. But her body acted differently, her n-pples hardening in the cool air and under Jungkook’s hot gaze, her skin turning red with unwanted excitement.

Jungkook ignored her, his mouth moving to her chest, his lips closing around one sensitive tip. He sucked hard, his tongue swirling, teeth lightly scraping, making Tae’s head tilt back, a high m;an slipping out. Her small hands twitched in his grip, her body squirming as strong waves of pleasure hit her, too much for her delicate body to take.

He moved to her other breast, his hand squeezing the first one, rubbing the tender tip with his fingers. Tae’s moans got louder, her voice breaking as she breathed hard, her tear-streaked face showing guilt for Bogum, shame for her body’s reaction, and the intense heat Jungkook was forcing on her. “You’re mine tonight,” he said against her skin, his voice muffled as he bit lightly, pulling another sharp cry from her. He let go of her wrists, but before she could move, he grabbed her hips, flipping her onto her stomach with a rough pull. Tae gasped, her hands grabbing at the sheets, her teary eyes looking back at him, wide and begging, her lips shaking as she lay open and vulnerable.

Jungkook’s towel was gone, his excitement clear as he knelt behind her, his hands tightly gripping her hips. He pulled her dress and underwear down quickly, leaving her bare, her soft curves open to his hungry stare. “This body,” he muttered roughly, one hand sliding up her back, pushing her chest into the bed. Her full breasts pressed against the silk, sending shivers through her sensitive skin.

Tae whimpered, her small hands grabbing the sheets, her teary eyes closing as tears fell onto the pillow. Her body was electric, every touch feeling stronger, and Jungkook knew it, his roughness was planned, meant to overwhelm her with feeling until nothing else mattered.

He leaned close, his chest touching her back, his lips near her ear. “I’ll make you forget him,” he whispered darkly, his breath warm on her skin. “Forget your husband, your past, just me.” Tae sobbed quietly, her voice muffled, but her body shook with expectation, her sensitivity working against her thoughts. Jungkook’s hand moved between her thighs, finding her wet and ready, and he groaned at her reaction.

“So wet already,” he teased, his fingers circling her sensitive spot, teasing without entering, pulling shaky, desperate moans from her. Tae’s hips moved on their own, seeking pleasure despite her soft cries, her tearful face hidden in the pillow.

He didn’t wait. Positioning his dick, he pushed into her with one deep, rough thrust, filling her completely. Tae cried out, her voice raw, her body jerking forward as her sensitive core tightened around him. Jungkook groaned, his grip on her hips tightening, leaving faint marks. “So tight,” he hissed, pulling back and thrusting again, setting a hard, steady rhythm.

The bed shook under his strength, the headboard banging against the wall, matching Tae’s broken moans. Her small hands clawed at the sheets, her body trembling with each thrust, her large breasts bouncing against the silk, adding to the intense feelings overwhelming her.

Jungkook’s movements were fierce, his thrusts deep and forceful, hitting her most sensitive places. He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back gently but firmly, making her arch her back. “Look at me,” he ordered, his voice rough. Tae’s teary eyes opened, tears falling as she looked back, her lips open, her face red and broken. Seeing her, obedient, sensitive, crying but falling apart under him, made him wild.

He leaned down, kissing her sloppily, his tongue taking over her mouth as he thrust hard, swallowing her cries. Her moans shook against his lips, high and desperate, her body trembling, close to the edge.

He moved, pulling her up to her knees, her back against his chest. One arm wrapped around her waist, holding her steady, while his other hand grabbed her breast, squeezing hard, his fingers pinching the sensitive tip. Tae’s head fell back on his shoulder, her m0ans turning into soft screams, her half-closed eyes teary, sweat mixing with tears.

“J...jungkook,” she gasped, her voice weak, the first word she managed, trembling with pleasure and guilt. He growled at her voice, thrusting harder, his hand moving down to rub tight circles on her sensitive spot, pushing her toward the edge. “That’s it,” he said roughly, his lips by her ear. “Let go. Forget everything but this.”

Tae’s body responded, her sensitivity making every touch stronger, his rough thrusts, his fingers on her core, her breasts bouncing with each move. Her climax hit hard, her body shaking, a raw scream escaping as pleasure overwhelmed her.

Her pussy tightened around him, her small hands reaching back, grabbing his thighs, nails digging in as she trembled, her tear-streaked face shining in the soft light. Jungkook kept going, his pace steady, stretching her pleasure until she was sobbing, too sensitive and weak in his arms.

He turned her onto her back, giving her no time to rest, and spread her legs wide. Her teary eyes met his, dazed and broken, her lips shaking as she breathed hard, her full breasts rising and falling. Jungkook’s eyes scanned her, his intense focus obvious as he leaned down, sucking one nipple hard while his hand squeezed the other.

Tae whimpered, her body arching, too sensitive for more but unable to stop. He pushed into her again, slower but deeper, each move careful, his eyes fixed on hers. “You’re mine,” he said roughly, his voice full of ownership, his hips moving harder as he neared his peak.

Tae’s moans didn’t stop, her body a shaking, sensitive wreck, her teary eyes looking up at him, tears falling as pleasure overpowered her guilt. Jungkook’s release came with a deep groan, his thrusts uneven as he pushed deep, his grip on her hips tight. He fell over her, breathing heavily, his wet hair touching her face as he gave her a rough kiss on her puffy lips.

Tae lay under him, her body weak, her chest heaving, her tear-streaked face red and glowing. Her small hands dropped to her sides, fingers weakly holding the sheets, her teary eyes staring at the ceiling, showing both bliss and emptiness. Jungkook smirked, wiping a tear from her cheek, his voice low. “Told you, baby. Just me now.”

It was almost morning, around 4 a.m., and Tae was in her bathtub, her body submerged under the warm water. Drops fell slowly from the tap above, splashing softly as she closed her eyes. A memory flashed in her mind.

“Stay tonight. I’ll drop you home tomorrow morning, I promise,” Jungkook had said, grabbing her wrist as he sat on the bed, still naked. Tae was already dressed, her clothes hastily put on. She looked at him, her eyes wet with tears, and said, “No, I’m leaving. I hope you keep your word and free my husband.” She yanked her hand away from his grip, her movement sharp, and walked out, tears streaming down her face.

Back in the bathtub, Tae opened her eyes, tears falling again, mixing with the water on her cheeks. She rubbed her arms, her hips, her chest, everywhere Jungkook had touched her.

Her hands moved frantically, as if she could scrub away the feeling of his hands. She felt disgusted with herself, ashamed of what had happened, and heavy with guilt for her husband. The water rippled around her, but it couldn’t wash away the emotions weighing on her heart.

After nearly two hours in the bathtub, Tae finally got out, wrapping herself in a soft bathrobe. She stepped out of the bathroom into the bedroom she shared with Bogum, her movements slow and heavy.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, her eyes were puffy and red from crying, her wet hair dripping water onto the floor as she sniffled weakly.

Suddenly, a cheerful voice broke the silence, Bogum, her husband. “Baby, I’m back!” he called out, his voice warm and familiar. Tae froze, her heart racing with shock and confusion. She stood up, her legs shaky, as Bogum called her name again.

Tae rushed into the living room, her bare feet nearly slipping on the floor. There he was, Bogum, standing with a bright smile, his arms spread wide.

Overwhelmed, Tae ran to him, almost tripping in her hurry. She crashed into his embrace, wrapping her arms tightly around him.

“Baby, slow down,” Bogum said with a gentle laugh, hugging her close, his smile warm and comforting. Tae buried her face in his chest, sobbing uncontrollably. He stroked her back, whispering, “It’s okay, I’m here now.”

Her tears fell for two reasons, the heavy guilt that weighed on her heart from what happened with Jungkook, and the overwhelming relief of seeing her husband safe after fearing she’d lost him.

For ten years, they’d built a life together, and now, holding him, the joy of his return mixed painfully with her shame.

Bogum held Tae tightly, his arms strong even though he was tired.

One hand touched her wet hair gently, the other rubbed her back.

“I’m here, Tae,” he said softly, his lips near her ear. “I won’t leave you again, I promise. Everything’s okay now.” His kind voice reminded her of the nights they’d talked about their dreams, and it made her heart hurt more.

She cried harder, her face pressed into his shoulder, her tears soaking his shirt.

His familiar smell, from the cheap cologne she got him last Christmas, made her hold him even tighter, trying to forget Jungkook’s touch.

But guilt felt like a heavy rock in her chest.

She had betrayed Bogum, given herself to Jungkook to save him, and now Bogum’s sweet words hurt her like fire.

“B..bogum,” she mumbled, her voice muffled and full of tears. She wanted to tell him everything, to ask for forgiveness, but the words wouldn’t come out.

Instead, she hugged him tighter, her small hands grabbing his jacket, her nails digging in as she hid her face, too ashamed to look at him.

Bogum pulled back a little and held her face, wiping her tears with his thumbs. His eyes were gentle, worried, but he still smiled.

“Hey, my strong girl, don’t cry,” he said warmly, like a cozy blanket. “I’m home now. They let me go, some lawyer Jungkook hired fixed it. We’re okay.” He kissed her forehead softly, and Tae’s heart twisted. Hearing Jungkook’s name made her stomach turn, her guilt burning stronger. She didn’t know how to tell Bogum the truth, that his freedom cost her so much.

She nodded a little, her red, puffy eyes looking away, her lips shaking. “I missed you so much,” she whispered, her voice cracking.

It was true, but the words felt heavy with her secrets.

Bogum smiled bigger, pulling her back into his arms, rocking her gently like he did when she had bad dreams. “I missed you too, wifey,” he said, his cheek against her wet hair. “No more jails, no more tears, okay? Just us now.”

Tae held onto him, her face in his chest, her cries softer but still painful. Their small, living room had a worn couch, a tiny TV, and a photo of them laughing at a market on the wall. It was their home, their safe place, but now it felt ruined by what she did.

She wanted to believe Bogum’s kind words, to feel safe in his arms, but the guilt was like a shadow she couldn’t escape.

As he held her, promising they’d be together forever, Tae’s heart hurt with love and shame, her tears falling quietly, her small body shaking in the warmth of the man she fought so hard to save.

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The night was calm, with only the soft city sounds and their quiet breathing filling their small bedroom. Tae and Bogum lay in bed under a thin blanket after eating a simple meal of rice and soup, like they had many times in their years of marriage together.

A streetlamp's faint light came through the window, making soft shadows on the walls.

Tae lay on her side, facing away from Bogum, her eyes wide open as she looked out the window.

The dark sky had a few stars, and the city lights sparkled below. Her heart felt heavy with guilt from what happened with Jungkook, but being close to Bogum gave her a small comfort.

Bogum's hand rested gently on her waist, his fingers soft on her pajama shirt. He wasn't asleep-his breathing was uneven, his body too still.

He moved a little, his thumb rubbing her side gently. "Tae," he whispered quietly, like he didn't want to disturb the silence. "You okay, baby?"

Tae's breath caught, her eyes stinging as she kept looking at the window. She wanted to tell him everything, to confess and ask for forgiveness, but the words wouldn't come.

Instead, she whispered, "I'm just... happy you're here." Her voice was small and shaky, full of her hidden pain, but true-she had fought so hard to bring him home.

Bogum's hand tightened a bit on her waist, pulling her closer, his chest touching her back.

"I'm happy too," he said softly, his voice warm but a little heavy, like he could feel her sadness.

"When I was in jail, I was so scared. I kept thinking of you, your smile, your laugh. It helped me keep going." He paused, his breath shaky.

"I don't know what I'd do without you."              (Note this word🤣)

Tae's heart hurt, tears filling her eyes.

His kind words made her guilt worse, but they also reminded her why she did it, for him, for this moment. She put her small hand over his on her waist, her fingers shaking as she squeezed. "I'd do anything for you, Bogum," she said, her voice breaking.

"Anything to keep you safe."

Bogum was quiet for a moment, like he was thinking about her words.

Then he leaned forward and kissed the back of her head, his lips staying in her hair. "I know," he whispered. "And I'd do the same for you. Always." His voice was calm now, full of the quiet strength that always made her feel safe, even in tough times.

Tae's tears fell silently, her eyes still on the window.

The stars looked blurry through her tears, but Bogum's warmth, his hand on her waist, his breath in her hair,it held her together.

She didn't feel like she deserved his love after what she did, but right now, she let herself feel it, just for a little.

"Promise we'll be okay?" she asked, her voice so soft, like a scared kid needing comfort.

Bogum's arm pulled her closer, her back pressed against his chest.

"I promise," he said gently, like a vow.

"We have each other. That's enough."

Tae nodded a little, her eyes on the window, the night sky watching their love and pain.

Her tears slowed, and her body relaxed in Bogum's arms. His hand stayed on her waist, warm and steady, and his breathing got softer as he started to fall asleep.

Tae closed her eyes, her guilt still there but softer because of him. As the night surrounded them, she felt safe in his touch, their bond strong even without words.

Soon, her breathing matched his, slow and calm, and they fell asleep together, wrapped in love and promises, with the stars outside watching over their hurt but hopeful hearts.

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The next morning

The morning sun filtered through the thin curtains, casting a soft glow over the small bedroom. Bogum sat propped up against the headboard, scrolling through his phone, a faint smile on his face as he adjusted to the feeling of freedom.

The smell of eggs and toast drifted in from the kitchen, where Tae was quietly preparing breakfast, the clink of dishes a comforting, familiar sound.

Bogum's phone buzzed, and he glanced at the screen-a message from Jungkook.

Texts messages

Jungkook: Hey, man, how's it feel to be a free bird again?😉

Bogum: Thank you so much for saving me, Jungkook. I can't thank you enough. You're a lifesaver.

Jungkook: Don't thank me, buddy. Thank your pretty little wife. She's the one who really saved your sorry a$$ 😈

Bogum: What do you mean? 🙂

ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ sᴇɴᴛ ᴀ ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ.

Before he could process it, another message came through-a video file. Bogum's thumb hovered over it, his heart suddenly racing. He tapped play, and the screen filled with an image that made his breath catch. It was Tae, his Tae, on a bed, her body bare, writhing under Jungkook.

The sounds were unmistakable, her moans, high and desperate, mixed with Jungkook's low groans, the bed creaking with their movements. The video was raw, intense, Tae's face flushed, her eyes half-closed as she gave herself completely.

Jungkook's hands were on her, possessive, his smirk visible as he leaned down to kiss her, his chest pressed against on her back.

Bogum's phone slipped from his hand, landing on the bed with a soft thud. His chest tightened, his mind spinning. Was this real? Was he dreaming? The sounds from the video looped in his head, Tae's voice echoing, Jungkook's touch burning into his memory.

His hands shook as he grabbed the phone again, another message from Jungkook popping up:

Jungkook: Look at how hard she worked to free you, Bogum. Gotta say, she was worth every second. I'm very satisfied. 😈

Bogum's throat closed up, his heart pounding so loud it drowned out the sounds from the kitchen. "No... no, this can't be," he whispered to himself, his voice trembling. He stared at the screen, the video paused on Tae's face, her expression one he'd never seen before. His sweet, loyal Tae, how could this be her?

Bogum's confusion and heartbreak twisted into something darker, a burning madness that consumed him.

His chest heaved, his eyes wild as he grabbed his phone from the bed, the video still frozen on Tae's flushed face. Without a word, he stormed out of the bedroom, his bare feet slamming against the worn wooden floor, the sound echoing in their small apartment.

In the kitchen, Tae stood by the stove, as she flipped an egg, trying to hold onto the normalcy of breakfast. The smell of toast and coffee filled the air, but her heart was racing, sensing the storm coming.

She turned as Bogum burst in, forcing a shaky smile. "Morning, love," she said softly, her voice thin, hoping to calm whatever was wrong.

Bogum didn't answer.

His face was pale, his jaw tight, his eyes blazing with rage and pain. He lifted his hand, holding the phone up, the video playing again.

Tae's eyes widened, her breath stopping as she saw herself on the screen-her naked body, her m0ans, Jungkook's hands on her. The plate in her hands slipped, crashing to the floor with a loud shatter, pieces of cheap ceramic scattering across the tiles.

Tae's hands flew to her ears, trying to block out the sounds, her own voice, high and desperate, mixed with Jungkook's low groans. Tears streamed down her face, her head dropping low, her wet hair falling forward.

She couldn't look at the video, couldn't bear to hear those noises, couldn't face the truth playing out in front of her. Her body shook, her knees weak, her heart pounding with shame and fear.

Bogum's teeth gritted, his face red, veins bulging in his neck. "WHAT IS THIS?!" he yelled, his voice raw, booming through the tiny kitchen.

His hand shook as he threw the phone across the room. It hit the wall with a loud crack, sliding to the floor, the video still playing faintly, her m0ans echoing like a ghost.

Tae flinched at the sound, her shoulders hunching as she cried silently, her hands still pressed to her ears. Tears dripped onto the broken plate at her feet, her body trembling. She didn't know what to say, didn't know how to fix this.

She felt lost, scared, helpless, like the ground had vanished beneath her. Her lips moved, but no words came out-just a soft, broken sob. She stood there, frozen, her heart breaking under the weight of Bogum's anger and her own guilt.

Bogum's face twisted with rage as he stepped forward, his hand swinging fast.

*Slap*

The slap landed hard across Tae's cheek, a sharp sting that split her lip, a trickle of blood dripping down her chin. She gasped, her head snapping to the side, her hand flying to her face as pain burned through her.

Before she could react, Bogum grabbed her hair, his fingers yanking painfully, pulling her head back. Tae hissed, her hands reaching behind her, frantically slapping at his grip, trying to free herself.

Her wet hair tangled in his fingers, her scalp stinging as he forced her to face him. His eyes were dark, wild with betrayal, his breath heavy. "You were spreading your legs for bastards while I was gone!" he spat, his voice bitter, dripping with venom, each word cutting deeper than the slap.

With a harsh shove, he pushed her down. Tae stumbled, crashing to the kitchen floor, her knees hitting the tiles hard among the broken plate pieces.

She cried out, tears streaming down her face, mixing with the blood from her lip. Her hands shook as she tried to steady herself, her body trembling with shock and fear.

Bogum loomed over her, his fist raised, ready to strike again. His face was a storm of anger, his chest heaving. Tae flinched, curling into herself, her arms crossing over her head to shield her face.

She shivered, her body small and fragile on the cold floor, too stunned to speak, too scared to move. No words came out, just broken sobs, her cries soft and desperate. She couldn't believe this was happening, couldn't process the man she loved looking at her with such hate.

Bogum's hand froze in the air, his fingers trembling, his breath ragged. His eyes locked on her cowering form, her tear-streaked face, her shaking hands. The sight of her-so broken, so terrified-halted him, but the fire in his chest still burned, his heart torn between love and the betrayal he couldn't unsee.

Bogum's face twisted with disgust as he scoffed, his voice cold and sharp. "I'll deal with you later," he spat at Tae, who was still trembling on the kitchen floor, her hands shielding her face, tears mixing with the blood on her lip.

Without another word, he turned and stormed out of the house, the door slamming behind him, the sound echoing like a gunshot. His boots pounded the pavement as he walked, his fists clenched, his mind a raging storm of betrayal and fury.

He headed straight for Jeon Corporation, his heart set on confronting the monster who'd destroyed his world.

The towering glass building of Jeon Corporation loomed ahead, its sleek design a symbol of Jungkook's power.

Bogum's breath came in harsh gasps as he shoved through the revolving doors, ignoring the stunned receptionist who called after him. He took the elevator to the top floor, his hands shaking with rage, the video of Tae and Jungkook burning in his mind.

When the doors opened, he charged down the polished hallway, his footsteps loud against the marble floor, and burst into Jungkook's office, slamming the door open so hard it rattled the frame.

Jungkook sat behind his massive desk, leaning back in his leather chair, a smug grin on his face. Papers and a sleek laptop were neatly arranged in front of him, the city skyline glittering through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind. He looked calm, untouchable, like a king on his throne.

Bogum's fists clenched, his knuckles white, ready to smash that smirk off Jungkook's face. He lunged forward, roaring, "You bastard!" But before he could reach the desk, two burly bodyguards grabbed his arms, yanking him back, their grips like iron.

Jungkook's grin widened, his dark eyes glinting with cruel amusement. He raised a hand, a lazy gesture, and the guards loosened their hold but stayed close.

"Well, well," Jungkook said, his voice smooth and mocking, dripping with venom. "I was waiting for you, Bogum. Took you long enough." He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk, his fingers steepled, his gaze piercing.

"What's got you so worked up, huh? Oh, let me guess-your sweet little wife?"

Bogum's chest heaved, his face red with rage. "How dare you touch her!" he shouted, his voice cracking with pain. "She's my wife! You slept with her, you sick bastard! Why?!"

Jungkook's laugh was low, chilling, like he was savoring Bogum's agony.

He stood slowly, his tailored suit hugging his broad shoulders, his movements deliberate, predatory. "Why? For your freedom, you idiot," he said, his tone mocking, his smirk devilish.

He stepped around the desk, his polished shoes clicking on the floor, closing the distance between them.

"You wanna know the truth, Bogum? I set you up. I blamed you for stealing company money-pocket change to me, but enough to lock you away. Then I gave your pretty wife a choice, pay me back in three days-money she didn't have-or spend one night with me. One night, and you'd walk free. Guess what she picked?"

Bogum's eyes widened, his breath catching as the words sank in. His heart pounded, his mind reeling. "You... you framed me?" he stammered, his voice shaking with shock. "You threatened her? You forced her?!"

"Forced?" Jungkook tilted his head, his smirk growing darker, more sinister.

"Oh, no, no, no. Your Tae came to me crying, begging to save you. Poor little thing, all teary and desperate, spreading her legs so fast I barely had to ask. And let me tell you, Bogum-she was good. M0aning my name, clawing my back, loving every second. You should've seen her, so eager to please, all for her pathetic husband."

Bogum's vision blurred with tears and rage, his body trembling. "You're a monster!" he roared, lunging again, his fist swinging toward Jungkook's face. But the guards grabbed him, pinning his arms back, their strength overwhelming. Bogum struggled, his breath ragged, his eyes burning with hate.

Jungkook raised a hand, his voice sharp. "Let him go," he ordered, his tone casual but commanding. The guards hesitated, then released Bogum, stepping back. Bogum stumbled forward, his fists raised, ready to attack, his heart screaming for justice.

But Jungkook's smirk vanished, replaced by a cold, deadly glare. In a flash, he swung, his fist slamming into Bogum's face with brutal force.

The crack of impact echoed, Bogum's nose crunching, blood gushing instantly, staining his shirt.

He groaned, staggering back, but before he could recover, Jungkook's foot shot out, kicking him hard in the stomach. Bogum collapsed to the floor, gasping, pain exploding through his body.

Jungkook towered over him, his face a mask of cruel power. He grabbed Bogum by the shirt, yanking him up effortlessly, his grip like steel.

Leaning in close, his breath hot agai1nst Bogum's bloodied face, he hissed, "Dare to touch me, and you're gone. You're fired, you worthless nobody. If I ever see you or your cheap, filthy wife in my building again, I'll lock you both in a cell to rot until you're dead. Understand?"

Bogum choked on a sob, his body limp in Jungkook's grip, his nose throbbing, blood dripping onto the polished floor.

He was shocked very very shocked seeing this version if Jeon Jungkook.

Jungkook shoved him back, letting him crumple to the ground, a broken mess.

Standing tall, Jungkook adjusted his suit jacket, his expression cold, untouchable.

"Get him out of my property," he snapped, flicking his hand toward the guards.

The bodyguards grabbed Bogum's arms, dragging him across the floor like a rag doll.

He shouted, his voice hoarse, raw with pain and fury. "You'll pay for this, Jungkook! You bastard! I'll k/ll you!" His curses echoed down the hall as the guards hauled him toward the elevator, his blood leaving a faint trail on the marble.

Jungkook turned back to his desk, a faint smirk curling his lips as he sat down, brushing a speck of dust off his sleeve.

The city sparkled outside his window, his empire untouched, his power absolute. Bogum's screams faded, and Jungkook leaned back, satisfied, the devil in his eyes gleaming brighter than ever.

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The morning sun blazed high, its light harsh and unforgiving as Bogum stumbled along the side of the road.

Blood still dripped from his broken nose, staining his shirt, his face bruised and swollen. His clothes were smeared with dirt from the scuffle at Jeon Corporation, his jacket torn at the sleeve.

People passing by gave him strange looks-some whispered, others stepped away but Bogum's mind wasn't on the people staring as he trudged home, their murmurs meaningless. His thoughts were consumed by Tae.

She had faced a devil like Jungkook cruel, powerful, untouchable just to free him from jail.

While he was locked up, helpless in a cold cell, she stood alone against that monster, sacrificing her body, her heart, everything, to bring him back.

And what did he do in return? He slapped her, screamed at her, threw her to the floor.

Guilt choked him, heavy like a rock crushing his chest, burning worse than the pain in his bloodied nose. He cursed himself, his mind yelling what a coward he was.

He couldn't even fight Jungkook, couldn't stand up to that smirking beast who'd crushed him with one punch, but Tae she had faced him, alone, with no one to protect her.

Her courage, her strength, it shamed him. Her teary eyes, her trembling voice, her broken sobs haunted him, replaying in his head.

She didn't deserve his anger, she deserved his love, his gratitude, his respect. Yet he'd let his hurt blind him, lashing out at the one person who'd fought for him when he couldn't fight for himself.

Now, he hated himself more than Jungkook, feeling like the true monster for betraying her sacrifice. His steps dragged, his fists clenched, his heart aching with shame, desperate to find a way to fix the pain he'd caused, to make things right with the woman who'd braved hell alone to save him.

He pushed it open, the creak of the hinges loud in the quiet.

The living room was empty, the sagging couch and tiny TV silent, the photo of them at the market staring back like a cruel reminder.

Bogum took a deep breath, his chest tight, and shuffled toward the kitchen doorway. There, on the floor, was Tae-exactly where he'd left her, curled among the shattered plate pieces. She'd stopped crying, but her soft sniffles filled the air.

Her head was bowed, her hands limp in her lap.

Tae looked up slowly, her glassy, puffy eyes meeting his. Her cheeks were streaked with dried tears, her chin red with crusted blood from her split lip, the bruise from his slap faint but visible.

Her dark lashes, wet and clumped, framed her wide, beautiful eyes, blinking in confusion as she took in Bogum's state-his bloodied nose, the dirt smudging his face, his torn, dusty clothes.

Her breath hitched, fear and uncertainty flickering across her face.

Bogum blinked, his expression unreadable, not the burning anger from before but something heavier, emptier. He stepped into the kitchen, his shoes crunching on the broken ceramic.

Tae flinched, scooting back slightly, her body tensing as if expecting another blow. But Bogum didn't shout.

He didn't curse. Instead, he crouched down to her level, his knees creaking, his bloodied face close to hers. Tae's eyes widened, confused, scared, searching his gaze for what came next.

Slowly, Bogum raised his hand. Tae braced herself, but his touch was gentle, his fingers circling her back, warm and steady.

Without a word, he pulled her into his chest, his arms wrapping around her small, trembling frame. He sat there on the cold kitchen floor, holding her tightly, his chin resting on her head.

Tae's breath caught, her hands hovering uncertainly before they settled against his dirty shirt, clutching weakly. His heartbeat thudded against her cheek, steady but heavy, like it carried the weight of everything they'd lost.

No words passed between them.

The kitchen was silent except for Tae's soft sniffles and the faint drip of the sink. The sunlight streamed through the window, glinting off the broken plate shards, but it couldn't touch the darkness in their hearts.

Bogum's embrace was warm, but his face was a mask of pain, his eyes staring blankly at the wall. Tae clung to him, her body shaking, caught between relief and fear, unsure if this was forgiveness or something else entirely.

They sat there, broken and bruised, holding onto each other like they were all they had left in a world that had torn them apart.

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Three days later.

The bus stopped at a lonely village, Haneul-ri. Bogum stepped off the bus first, a small bag hanging from his shoulder. He stood still, facing the quiet scene ahead. Tae followed right after him, her shoes touching the dirt road softly.

The bus engine rumbled, then slowly drove away, leaving behind only the sound of wind brushing through the wheat fields. Now it was just the two of them, standing in the middle of a narrow road surrounded by endless land.

On both sides, tall wheat moved gently in the cool night breeze. The moonlight was weak, and the air felt cold against their skin.

Tae looked around, confused. The whole ride from Seoul to this village had been silent. Bogum hadn’t said a single word. He had just stared out the window, his face empty, his thoughts somewhere far away.

As they started walking down the lonely road, the only sound was the crunch of their shoes on the gravel. Tae’s heart felt heavy. She kept glancing at Bogum, hoping he would say something, anything. But he didn’t. His silence was colder than the night itself.

Tae sighed quietly. She didn’t know what was bothering her husband, but the silence between them was starting to hurt.

As they walked, light rain began to fall, soft and cold against their skin. The wind grew stronger, carrying the smell of wet earth. Tae wrapped her arms around herself, shivering as drops of rain slid down her face.

After a long silence, she finally spoke, her voice quiet and unsure.
“Bogum… um, how far is your home? I’m feeling cold,” she said, her teeth slightly chattering.

Bogum turned his head slightly, giving her a side glance, but said nothing. His silence made Tae’s chest tighten with frustration.

“Is there something bothering you?” she asked again, her voice softer this time.

Suddenly, Bogum stopped walking. Tae, who had been following him, almost bumped into his back. He stood still for a moment, his shoulders tense, then dropped his bag to the wet ground.

When he turned around, his face looked dark and unreadable under the dim light. Tae froze. Her heart began to pound.

“You know what?” Bogum said, his voice low but shaking with anger. “I tried, God, I really tried to convince myself that you were forced to sleep with Jungkook… that you had no other choice. But still, you’re my wife, Tae. And you decided to sleep with him like your dignity meant nothing.”

His voice rose, echoing through the empty road. “I can’t tolerate this,” he shouted, his eyes burning with hurt.

Tae’s eyes widened, rain mixing with the tears that began to form. She didn’t know what to say, she just stood there, speechless, as the rain kept falling harder between them.

Tae’s voice broke as she spoke, her hands trembling in the rain.
“I did this all to release you from jail, Bogum. Please… try to understand me. I was helpless,” she said, tears mixing with the rain running down her face.

Bogum let out a cold, bitter laugh. His eyes looked darker than the sky above them. “Helpless?” he repeated, his tone sharp. “You weren’t helpless, Tae. You were h0rny.”

Tae froze, her lips parting in shock, but Bogum didn’t stop. “I was rotting in jail, and you-” he pointed at her chest, his voice cracking with anger, “you just needed someone to touch you. So you chose him.”

His words cut through the air like a knife. Tae’s heart sank, her whole body shaking, not from the cold, but from the pain of hearing the man she loved say those words.

“Don’t cross your limits,” Tae said, her voice shaking as tears slipped down her wet cheeks. “I did make a mistake, but it was to save you-”

“Save me?” Bogum cut her off, his tone rising with rage. “Are you for real, Tae?” He took a step closer, his face twisted in pain and disbelief.

“That man, that cruel bastard Jungkook, sent me to jail for a crime I didn’t even commit, just so he could have you in his bed. And you-” his voice cracked, trembling with fury-“you satisfied him by sleeping with him!”

Tae’s eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat.

“What if he never released me, huh?” Bogum shouted, his voice echoing through the empty, rain-soaked road. “Would you have kept sleeping with him until you forgot about me? Until you carried his child?”

Bogum’s face had turned red, his chest rising and falling fast with anger. Tae stared at him, frozen, her heart breaking as she realized how deep his hatred had grown. She couldn’t believe the man standing before her was the same one she once risked everything to save.

“Please don’t say those things… why can’t you understand? I only love you, Bogum,” Tae cried, her voice breaking as rain poured down her face. Her legs felt weak, her heart heavy. She reached for him, but he stepped back.

“Please,” she continued, almost begging. “Now that he’s released you, we’re finally free. We’re back home… with Grandma. Let’s forget everything, Bogum. Let’s start over, a new life, a new journey together.”

Bogum’s jaw tightened, his eyes cold.
“She’s my grandma, not yours,” he said sharply. “This is my village. My home. You think she’ll let you in after knowing what you and Jungkook did to me?”

Tae froze, her lips trembling. “She… she doesn’t know,” she whispered quickly, trying to reason with him, her mind spinning.

Bogum gave a bitter laugh. “You think I won’t tell her?” His voice was low but filled with poison.

Tae’s chest felt tight, her heart breaking apart piece by piece. “What do you want me to do then?” she asked, sniffling, trying to sound strong even though her voice shook.

Bogum looked at her for a long moment, his eyes filled with both anger and pain. Then he said, his voice cold and final,
“I want you gone. Let go of my life. I don’t want you anymore. The Tae I loved was innocent… pure. Not this-” he paused, his lip trembling slightly, “not this bastard’s wh0re.”

Tae stood frozen in the rain, her breath caught in her throat.

“I’m not Jungkook,” Bogum said bitterly, his voice low but shaking. “I’m not as cruel as him. So you can stay tonight at my house… but tomorrow-” he looked away, his jaw tight, “tomorrow you’ll leave. From here. From me. From my life. And never, ever show me your face again.”

Tae stood still, numb, staring down at the wet ground. The rain kept falling, soaking her hair and clothes, but she didn’t move. Her mind felt blank, her heart felt dead.

“Let’s go now,” Bogum said sharply, grabbing her wrist.

She pulled her hand back, her voice finally breaking through her pain. “You doubted me… you doubted my love for you, Bogum!” she cried, her voice echoing in the quiet night. “I gave up everything for you. My pride, my peace, my soul, everything! And you think I did it for pleasure? You think I wanted him? You think I chose him over you?” Tears streamed down her face as she trembled in anger and heartbreak.

“I was dying every second without you, praying for your freedom while he was f0rcing me-”

Bogum’s eyes darkened as he cut her off, his voice rough and bitter. “Don’t act innocent, Tae. You broke me,” he said, his tone cracking with emotion. “You slept with him.”

“I did it only for you,” Tae said, almost whispering, her voice filled with despair.

Bogum’s fists clenched. “For me?” he hissed. “You enjoyed it, Tae. Don’t lie.” His voice trembled with both fury and pain. “I heard you… your screams, your m0ans, your pleasure. I saw the video.” His voice broke completely now. “I’m not blind. You were with him while I was rotting in jail. How can I forgive you for that? How can I ever forget?”

Tae stepped back, her heart pounding so hard it hurt.

“Leave,” Tae said in a small, empty voice, her face blank, eyes unfocused.

Bogum frowned, confused. “What?”

“I said leave,” Tae repeated, louder this time. Her voice cracked. “Go! Go away!”

She started hitting his chest with her fists, again and again, crying so hard her words barely came out. “Leave! Go! Leave me! Be free!” she shouted, her body shaking.

Then her strength gave out, and she dropped to her knees in the mud, her hands clutching his shirt weakly before falling limp against his legs.

The sight made Bogum freeze. His heart thudded painfully as guilt filled his chest. He hadn’t meant to break her like this, but his words had done exactly that. He swallowed hard, unable to move for a moment.

“Tae… get up,” he said quietly, reaching down to touch her shoulder.

She shoved his hand away, her voice raw and full of pain. “Go away! Leave me alone!”

“I said get up,” he tried again, his tone softer now, almost desperate.

“Don’t touch me!” she screamed, slapping his hands away. Her eyes were red, full of tears. “Leave me! Go! I’m a whore, right? Jungkook’s whore! That’s what you said!” Her voice broke completely, shaking with anger and heartbreak.

“Then go away! I don’t want to see your face again!”

Hearing those words made Bogum’s jaw tighten. His face twisted with pain and anger; he couldn’t even look her in the eye. He clenched his teeth, grabbed the bag from the ground, and turned away.

Without another word, he walked off into the rain, his figure fading slowly into the darkness, while Tae stayed on her knees, crying uncontrollably under the storm, her sobs mixing with the sound of rain hitting the earth.

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To be continued....