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MATRIMONIAL DOGMA ⋄ 2

seonghwa x married!reader

summary ; Under the belief that your suspicions were true all along way before your affair had started, you begin conspiring to preserve what is left of your dignity. On the bright side, your husband will be away for the month—leaving you and Seonghwa up to absolutely no good in your own home, and your own shared bed.

wc ; 7.5k

tags ; cheating, afab reader, conspiring to murder, descriptions of blood and violence, idol!seonghwa, unprotected/raw sex, breeding, cunnilingus, squirting, fingering, shower sex, (slight?) overstim, reader wears glasses, porn with a tiny bit of plot smudged in there, a bit of angst if you could consider it that but personally it made me tear up, etc. etc., let me know if I missed anything!

disclaimer : please do not do any of the following, if you're unsatisfied with your irl relationship then do the mature thing which is to break up/divorce. and also please dont murder people that is (unfortunately) illegal.

In the privacy of your home without Daeho, you're letting off some steam by getting down, naked, and dirty with Seonghwa. Right now, you're currently enjoying yourself wearing nothing but your glasses and no shame having your princess parts lapped away at by him. Having told the maids that they could all go home and take a vacation for the entire following month before leaving work, you're allowed to make as much noise as you like.

You are quite literally the happiest you've ever been in this marriage now, except what you're doing defiles that very concept. Wanting more and even more of him with each passing movement, you push the back of his head closer to your lower region in an attempt to feel more. His touch is sublime, silky smooth clear skin working in and out of your cunt, making it squirt with each time his fingers go all the way in.

Should anybody else know how you two stick together like glue, they'd assume that Seonghwa would be your actual husband—you wish. The last time Daeho had sex with you was six months ago, and yet you know well that he can't please you the way Seonghwa does. Maybe it's a harmful belief, but could anybody whether it be a man or a woman really blame you? Both of your hips slam against eachother, the cold air of the evening which seeps through the open window leading directly to your pool amplifying your shivers of arousal. It's obscene—his sweet moans making music to your ears while your same hand still wearing the ring that signifies your oath holds his face as you start tonguing him. You really, really can't get enough. You know that intense waves of guilt would crash down on you the second you stop and go out in the world to face your peers as the person you normally are, but that's why you don't want to. You want to stay this way with him forever.

Your bodies are both covered in sweat, his cock coated by your discharge and piss. At this point, there are tears flowing out of your eyes from how good you're feeling. The second you cum, he pulls out and spews his load all over your back. When you turn around, visibly disappointed, Seonghwa says it's because he doesn't want to increase the risk of you getting an illegitimate child. His concerns are valid to say the least, but he whispers, "Maybe if he's gone, i'll cum inside as many times as you want me to." Which just perfectly aligns with your thoughts earlier this morning, even if you think that what Seonghwa means is to just divorce him. You put your hand on his nape and assure him, "It'll be done. For now, please don't let this feeling go to waste. Love me, love me until I drop."

Oh, how could he refuse such a sincere request from an old friend? Without further need of convincing, he slams back into you and holds your body even closer. His scent fully invading your senses. The couch gets repeatedly soaked by your vaginal fluids as Seonghwa makes love to you. You reach your second orgasm fairly quickly, desperately rubbing your folds to reach its fullest extent. Your hands go to his back again—but this time they're trimmed, ensuring that he won't get too hurt this time around. You had just came, and yet he still has the gusto to continue railing you—even harder this time, eliciting a lustful scream out of you. Out of breath you plead, "W-wait, I just—!!!" your lips tremble shut however as you become too overwhelmed to protest, too unwilling to tell him to stop making you feel even better. After all, he is following what you asked—which is to love you until you drop. Next thing you know, you're laying stomach flat with your head down on its side as your mind goes blanker than it already was. In spite of his concerns from earlier about accidentally impregnating you, Seonghwa just can't control himself and ends up giving you more than what you settled for, not that you're upset at all.

You feel full down there, an absentminded giggle of pure ecstasy leaving your mouth. Due to the overflow of pleasure, you keep babbling incoherent nonsense as he continues going, ejaculation after ejaculation—making quite a delicious mess out of you. You both had lost complete track of time as when you finally grow tired, you notice that the sky had already gone dark. Seonghwa pulls out, spreading your cunt out with his thumb to see his cum seep onto the couch. "Do you think he'll notice?" "It's only the twenty-seventh. I don't think cum stains last after an entire month after a thorough cleaning." Instead of instantly going to clean yourselves up, you and Seonghwa relax on the couch for a while. You gently play with his hair while holding him in your embrace, choosing not to dwell on any concerns regarding people and hiding this affair. Right now, neither of you need to know the time; it's already obvious that it's late.

Eventually, you do make it to the shower. For whatever reason, you both use the same bathroom. Under the ambient noise of warm water hitting the ground, Seonghwa has his arms around your body as you stare off into nothingness. In the midst of it, you can feel something start to poke at your behind. With a sigh (not one of reluctance), you bend over and spread your legs just perfectly slightly apart. The feeling of his length entering inside you once again sends shivers up your spine, causing you to jolt up and hold onto the wall as he starts fucking into you for the nth time. Having not fully recovered yet, your knees buckle from the weight of your combined lust. It ends up being a rather short session—the two of you cum quickly due to the erotic sensation still lingering on your privates. The rest of your time in the shower is spent making out with him, his plush lips absolutely irresistible to you.

Coming out of the bathroom, you lead Seonghwa to your actual bedroom—the one you would normally share with your husband. He sits down on the mattress, enjoying your bed's comfiness. You can't help but grin a bit, seeing him like this. As you stand there with your arms crossed, watching him slick back his still wet hair—he notices something on one of the nightstands. Your wedding photo. The sole reminder that he is not your main man in life. It doesn't bother either of you at all that much, you both just stare at it and then at eachother. Without a single word, you walk over to the picture frame and turn it face down; removing your ring as well and placing it there. The you that your peers know is now separate from the you holding this secret. You sit down beside him, allowing yourself to be even more vulnerable laying your head on his chest. His gentle hand makes its way to your waist, holding you closer.

In the night, as you look at how gorgeously the moon shines through the windows of your lavish home—Seonghwa holds you dearly, loving every single inch of you with a passion that you don't know is indeed true. This round of sex is different from much earlier. Slow but sensual, gentle but firm, wet but not drenched. It is not time yet for you to question what he truly wants from you, but that time may never be necessary at all. Infidelity is infidelity, there is only lust involved in such an affair. Finding "true" love from it is only reserved for a man and his mistress, not a woman and her dirty little secret. Who knows, maybe once you do leave Daeho dead for Seonghwa, he fades from your grasp just like the man before him did. Again, you are well aware of the saying "you lose them how you get them", and Seonghwa is still someone so close yet so far from you. At least if your suspicions about Daeho and that woman or any other woman were true, you could continue using Seonghwa as a way to fuck away your shame.

Your mind ventures off into other things; such as how even if you do find yourself in a similar predicament with Seonghwa, at least the insane bunch amongst his fans can keep an eye out for you—whether or not they're even aware of you relationship with him. They have not gone cold yet, your feet; and they may never go cold, as who knows what hellfire awaits your heels should you step back even a bit from how gone you've strayed. All this thinking and internal monologuing has made you completely oblivious to Seonghwa calling for your attention. "Hey.." "Hm? What is it?" "The guys found out." "... They what?" He then explains to you what happened earlier today at his dorm. They didn't kick him out; he actually left the building by his own volition, but that now adds seven to the people who know that this is happening. It's.. not really a dangerous number if they all agree to hide it insanely well, but it also still is. Word could slip out of any of their mouths. That in mind, you quickly think of something—it's simple, but not as sinister/complex as the plan you've etched out for your husband. "Tell them that I broke it off after you told me." you say, holding his face with your two hands.

Of course, you don't actually intend on breaking it off—never in a million years unless situation xyz happened, but that should convince them somewhat. You haven't looked too far into their fans' side of things so you can't tell for certain which member(s) has the able-to-call-out-bullshit trope, but a few other ideas eventually come to you after another solid minute of thinking. "The next time you and I meet, say that you were invited to somewhere or gone to a distant relative's house." The plan sounds good and soon after tensions die down but before you could go back to looking off into the dark navy blue sky outside, Seonghwa asks if you could hold hands. This doesn't seem like too huge of a favour, you shrug. You nonchalantly put out your hands out like you're receiving communion, in response he laughs tenderly, "Ahaha, I mean like this!" Demonstrating his intentions, he separately takes both of your hands and intertwines his fingers with yours and gently places them back down on the bed. It's not that you didn't actually know what people mean when they want to hold hands during sex, but there's something about doing it with him specifically that flusters you at least a little.

He sees how you're blushing due to this act, despite your facial expression remaining neutral. The night again, fades as it walks. Connected with someone actually close to you in a way, you have another thing to smile about in life.

Formerly being someone from a lower middle class background which is a rich man's way of saying "poor but not poor enough for my pity", you have at least a good understanding of how to actually cook a meal without needing an entire supermarket's worth of ingredients. This is actually quite nice, the food that you eat prepared by servants is indeed high quality and very delicious—but sometimes you find joy in having an active part in the making of a simple meal. It's nice, and it's quick and sufficient. Grabbing a carton of eggs from the fridge while also using its electric screen to play your personal playlist, Seonghwa watches you lovingly as you hum along and make breakfast. The first meal of the day is scrambled eggs, with parsley and a bit of salt and pepper on top to make it look exactly like a person born rich made it. In typical cultural fashion, you have also prepared two bowls of rice to go with your meals. Dusting off your own hands after setting the plates down, you wipe your glasses first before sitting down to eat.

Call it pride, but you yourself are swept away but how good your own cooking is. Seonghwa also enjoys it, thus you huff a small prideful puff of victory. You are unsure of when Seonghwa will have to leave, but a small part of you wishes that he won't have to at all. Suddenly, your phone rings and you answer it after finding out that it's from Heera. "Hello, Hee?" "Y/N! Are you with your side right now?" The enthusiasm in her voice is very clear, you joke, "Depends on who you told." "What?! No! I'm keeping this with me until you finally switch Daeho out for him!" she giggles, reminding you somewhat of some former version of yourself. "Anyways, yes. I'm with Seonghwa right now, why?" "SEONGHWA?" you then drop your spoon, you forgot to mention who exactly you were cheating with. "Uhm, yes.." you answer, the line proceeding to go completely silent afterward.

Meanwhile, Seonghwa spectates as you discuss with your friend his stardom and how you're handling it. It's only after you finally ask her to get her to the point of her call that she mentions that she's going to be visiting you. Some friends ask if they could hang out at your place, eternally-21-even-at-the-age-of-31 Kang Heera announces that she's going to come over and honestly you're only okay with that when it comes to her. She's no fan of ATEEZ, but one of her nieces is and that's how she's aware of who Seonghwa is as an artist.

Cut to now, where Seonghwa is in the pool again; this time gazing at you watching over him in the same exact positions you were last time as you do Heera's small Q&A.

"You met at the bar?!"

"Yes."

"He was the one who suggested it?!"

"Yes."

"What's the sex like? Is it good? Is he—"

"Do you think i'd continue having sex with this man if it wasn't?" You were answering that second question, but looking at it differently it does sound like it could be laughed at as something else. The two of you continue talking about other things as you look into Seonghwa's beautiful eyes. Amidst Heera telling her personal life stories outside of you, you smile at him and take one foot out of your heels to lift his chin up a bit more with the back of it. You don't have full power over him yet, in fact you feel like you are the one under his mercy in this affair. All background noise completely drowns itself out as you hear him ask, "Do you want to get in the water with me?" "I don't have a swim suit on."

Heera's visit is cut significantly shorter than it usually is when her husband Yangcho needs her home for some help with their ten year old daughter; who had to be sent early from her playdate after she accidentally fell from the trampoline and bent something. Yeowch. Back inside the house while Seonghwa dries himself off, you ask him when he'll have to go back to his bandmates. "Don't you have a schedule?" "Before we first saw each other again we had actually just finished everything for the month—meaning that we have a lot of time before our next comeback." he smiles, and you swear that you could see the cute flower sfx popping up near his cute face. You nod, but while getting yourself a glass of water, you ponder over whether or not you should ask him why he chose to approach you that night. Seonghwa notices your face deep in thought, so he questions, "Is something wrong?" "Oh..." your lips purse as you try to think it over quicker. "... Nevermind." you answer, brushing off what you wanted to ask and saving it for later. But you do have another thing to ask, "Do you like anyone?" "Hm?" "Is somebody—not a fan—currently talking with you?" You expect a normal answer of "yes" or "no", but he ends up answering slyly, "You don't have to be worried about me going anywhere that isn't you, Mrs. L/N."

"... I don't want to end up hurting the feelings of anybody else that isn't my husband." You reply, holding the cold glass over the counter. "You don't have to be worried about that either. The only person I am and want to be with is you." He walks to where to you are and holds you, his embrace much warmer than any fabulous winter coat that you own. You turn around for a kiss, a romantic sight. Like this, you feel young again—like the youthful light that has left you the moment you said yes at the altar had been brought back from its starry ashes.

A somewhat novice of disguise is what you are, putting on a plain black shirt and a cap and sunglasses with a mask makes you look perfectly and exactly like a manager. This afternoon, you're treating Seonghwa out to a shopping spree at the mall—it's your treat, and he gets to buy absolutely whatever he wants with both your normal credit cards and your husband's black card (which was given to you as your one month marriage anniversary gift so practically it's your black card but to rub extra salt on the wound you want to refer to it as his card). The moment you hop out of his driver's seat is when you come to another realization of your insane wealth, all coming from a man who just liked your witty remarks and decided that was good enough to marry. Not that you're complaining too much. Just the mere fact that he managed to like you long enough for him to give you one of the most valuable assets a person could have in this country feels surreal.

As soon as you step several feet in the mall, you start becoming conscious about the fact that you're walking with a literal celebrity. This is a mall for the super duper wealthy, yes, but aren't there some rich paparazzi or spies sent by some random news outlet? Well, whatever, you are dressed in the most convincing manager get up/disguise/cosplay after all. They'll just think that you're looking out for your talent and then piss off. You are impressed by yourself by how amazing you are at this sort of stuff. The first place Seonghwa wants to go to is a Louis Vuitton store, and you comply. While he's enjoying the fullest extent of being a rich wife's boyfriend, you figure that you could also grab a simple snack and then come back to check on him. Walking around the store, you let him know that you just want to go get a small snack at the food court by yourself and the rest of your short plan and he nods to it.

All is swell when you walk into the foodcourt, the aromatic smell of goods and well, food; wafting through the air. Taking a brief moment to sit down before you look around for options, your eyes encounter a peculiar sight—Mira. Or at least that's who you think it is before turning the other way, so what if she's at the same place as you? Big deal. You continue resting, planning to get up eventually before surprise surprise, the girl who you suspect to be Mira turns out to be her and she's now standing in front of you smiling and waving. Understandably, your initial facial expression contorts into that of annoyance and concern as to why she'd even prompt herself to greet you. Well to give her at least some credit, you are her friend's wife and one of her superiors at work. Not to get snobby but at least she knows respect, but there are other ways to show that than randomly approaching you in public when you're chilling and not even trying to get her attention. ...Maybe you shouldn't get too hostile. After all, she doesn't have any part in this.. until you can find out the truth. "Hello Mrs. Nam!" "Mrs. L/N. But thank you, and hello to you too, Ms. Song." "Oh, you didn't take his last name?" she asks, tilting her head. "Isn't it the norm to not take your husband's surname? As far as I know, the children are the ones who inherit the father's last name." "Oh, well you two just seem so close that I thought you did!" she giggles.

Pause. You and Daeho? Close? PDA, K-drama couple, western YA novel ass grabbing, mouth cleaning, girlboss manipulate manfuck power couple, manifesting, instagram influencer, tiktok dance challenges together close? Absolutely not. Even in the first few flowery years of your marriage you two were as casual as a married couple could be without the media questioning if you two were even married at all. But surely, you don't doubt that maybe she was just hearing things severely wrong, so you try to tell her the truth without pushing the absolute miserableness of it all to the front and center. "... Oh, we're close but you know, ahaha.." your fake laugh is so pained that you feel like at the end of it all your face will be stuck in this expression until you finally fold and go to a plastic surgeon to get it fixed. But then you remember yesterday, "Wait, just yesterday you addressed me correctly as Mrs. L/N. What's up with that?" "Well you seemed really down yesterday and I thought it was because I called you the wrong name, and this time I didn't want to mess it up again but oh well!"

Something is still clearly wrong here. Nevertheless, you let it slide for now and dismiss her—but then one last question pops up into your head. She turns around when you tell her this, and you ask, "You mentioned that Daeho was going on a trip, correct?" "Yup! Precisely what he wanted me to say!" "Where did he go?" You have a hunch that the answer to this question will also provide the answer for your more crucial question. There are only a few places where he goes to each time he goes on a trip, and only the both of you know every single of those spots. Everytime he goes somewhere, he sends a different messenger, and that messenger only knows that one specific province or area he'll be going to. If it's his mistress, surely he'll feel inclined to tell her all of those places since you know that it would take one hell of a woman to win him over into bed, which is another reason that contributed to your insane fears. But if that were the case, why would he send his mistress to notify his wife that he'll be going? Well, you don't know either, but that's the thing about who you're dealing with. Even you, his own wife, doesn't know what exactly is going on inside his head.

"Ehm.." Mira seems to be putting it into thought, making you all the more nervous as to what the answer may be. With each passing second, you feel the air getting thicker and thicker. "Ah, now I remember! He went to Daegu!" Daegu is one of those few places, you nod. "Is he going anywhere else?" "No? As far as I know, he only goes to Daegu on trips!" she smiles, unaware of your supposed internal victory. Relieved that it's not her you're going to murder, you stand to your feet and shake both her hands, "Thank you so much, Mira!" "A-Oh! You're welcome, Mrs. L/N! Haha!" she laughs, a bit surprised at your sudden glee. To perhaps reward her for not being the mistress in paranoid question, you invite to buy her a treat of her choice. "It's on me." You are quite aware that Seonghwa might be wondering where you are right now, but you swear that this is going to be real quick and then you'll hop back to him. "Oh ahaha, you don't have to—" "I insist." "Mmm, well okay.. I was hoping to get some fluffy pancakes before I saw you sitting over here!" Mira answers joyfully, you can't help but at least smile a little now being able to see her under a different shade. Maybe you can even save a pancake for Seonghwa as well.

After receiving your order, Mira wants you to take a selfie together before you go your separate ways, having your spirits lifted earlier you say yes. She smiles and waves as you both walk opposite ways of the mall, and you wave back as you shuffle through your pocket for your phone. Contacting Seonghwa, he immediately picks up and asks why you took so long. "Coworker bumped into me here, we talked for a bit and got some pancakes. Are you still at Louis Vuitton?" "Already paid for the stuff I wanted, thanks a lot. But right now i'm waiting outside." "Okay. See you there." you reply before ending the call, seeing Seonghwa in the distance outside the store as he said he was. He smiles upon seeing you and you give him the same look, "Here you go." Holding out the small takeout box you asked for it in, he gratefully takes it. "You said you went to grab a snack, right? Let's eat it together." "... Okay." you respond, blush faintly tinting your cheeks.

At the food court, you and Seonghwa separately take the spoon and fork. You are using the fork, he is using the spoon. One side has syrup, one side doesn't. It's really nice, you think to yourself. The pancakes taste really good. Your cheeks start feeling like they're slightly burning and tingling, for some reason. Why are you blushing? You're a grown woman, and yet you find yourself blushing sharing a pancake with a cute boy. He points out the color of your cheeks, and you insist that it's nothing, and the two of you keep eating; although he can sense that it's finally happening.

The rest of the day proceeds with him dragging you to all sorts of luxury stores around the mall and buying bags upon bags of clothes, to which you willingly hold for him. Being one of the most excellent employees at your workplace for your ability to multitask, you manage to fit several bags by separating their straps between each crevice of your fingers. As you walk, Seonghwa this time asks you to wait outside while he goes through the store. A slightly odd request, but it must be something personal so you oblige. So far, Daeho hasn't called you, which is very much the norm your how dry and distant your relationship has gotten. But you can't help but appreciate that now that you have someone else. By the time Seonghwa comes out, he decides that will be all for today.

He offers to take half the bags you're holding and you agree—after all your fingers were starting to feel like they were being morphed into staying that way. As you finally load everything in the back and begin driving, you ask him, "Aren't your members worried?" "Most definitely." "Oh.. Well I had a lot of fun today, so thank you a lot, Seonghwa." "I don't plan on going home tonight." he answers, his voice deep. "But don't you have a busy life as an idol?" "They'll understand, after all it's not like they can just set me aside now can they?" It's true. They really can't just kick out an essential member for whatever reason, assuming that they want to avoid a scandal by hiding what that member was doing in the first place.

Coming home, you stretch after a long day of shopping, looking at all of the designer bags of designer products laying on the table and on the floor. Another question of "what if somebody questions where he got all these clothes from and the stylists don't know either?" pops up, but you trust that maybe Seonghwa is just going to take these home with him. Oh, how you overestimated how vocal stylists and anybody in the industry really can be about what goes on. Even if fans think they'd know, they would only know the surface and the shallow parts of it. Agh, what edgy thinking, you think. You feel a little sleepy, so you tell him that you're just going to take a nap, but you could stay by to help him unpack all of this before you go. He declines, saying that he can handle all of it himself, and you proceed to go upstairs to your shared room.

In your dreams, you were loved... That sentence can't help but echo familiar. You were loved in your dream, and in that dream you are also wearing your highschool uniform. But the classroom looks so different, yet so familiar, yet you can't put your finger on why any of that is. You remember what your classroom looked like, and it doesn't resemble any of this. Much more spacious, much more.. elegant than any normal school in Korea, you can't help but feel a small sense of unease at this setting. Suddenly, the scene cuts to nothing. You are being loved now, the image of your highschool crush embracing you, loving you. Everything feels so airy and light, the morning lighting gazing over you and the boy hugging in a white void. It all feels so, familiar. You feel like you should know what that sentence was, and yet, you don't. This feeling though, it's warm. It's soft, and you are being loved and held and all these other things.

You liked him a lot, didn't you? It hurt everytime you knew that he wasn't going to be yours, didn't it? He felt like the closest thing you could get to being with someone at least a little bit like him, didn't he? You're scared that he is only doing this to gain more access to wealth, aren't you?

No, you aren't.

Some odd feeling that you have felt much worse, something far more heartbreaking in the past, and you can't remember or piece together what it exactly was.

You wake up from the strange dream, finding that the moon is gleaming through the window again like last night and every other night in this room. You have a feeling that your dream was really weird, but now you can't remember what it was or what happened.

Walking down the stairs, you expect to see Seonghwa at least somewhere whether it be the kitchen or the living room. Or maybe something really truly urgent came up and he had to leave without telling you, that's fine too. Stepping foot on the ground floor, you find that he indeed is nowhere to be seen. But the bags are nowhere to be found either, to which you assume that he also took care of that as well. Creeping up to the living room itself however, you find that there is exactly one bag sitting on the table. You don't recognize it, you assume that maybe he forgot it there.

Taking one small step closer to it though, a tear slides down your face—you don't know why. Did he leave that there for you? You get the feeling that he wouldn't forget something in such plain sight. Had it been on the floor in the corner or somewhere near the exit presumably having been dropped as you both entered, maybe the possibility of him just forgetting would be more likely. Even so, why would you shed a tear at just a simple gift? Daeho gave you tons of gifts. Why would you feel so, vulnerable just from a gift from a friend? You don't get it, it's not like you love him the same way you did for that brief period in highschool now, do you?

Perhaps it is because despite your connections, you are truly lonely. Another tear slides down the other side of your face, no. This is another you right now, not the same one so lustful, and not the same one so indifferent and independent in the eyes of others. What is this you currently crying at the sight of a lone bag on the table like a fool? You look stupid, shedding tears because someone left you a gift before leaving. Comforting yourself by reminding yourself of how ridiculous you look breaking down over such a simple thing, you open the bag to see what was left inside.

A nice light pink dress with a white houndstooth pattern over it. Just another dress to adorn your cabinet. Something that you could have easily just bought for yourself. Something that somebody else could have bought for you. But it was Seonghwa that did, and for some reason, the fact that it's him who bought something even as simple as this is enough to send you into tears again. That, and the note that's hidden under it. Wiping away your tears, desperate to stop this pathetic spill of emotions, you open the small envelope and read the paper inside. "For Y/N, a good friend of mine. ♡ - Park Seonghwa." The second your eyes process those last few words, the paper is stained by another onslaught of tears dropping onto it. Not even Daeho, even if you did not love him as much as you loved Seonghwa and wanted it to be him instead, not even he had a letter to go with his gifts to you—which is just a small difference, yet it weighs on your heart what Seonghwa has done for you tonight.

Despite your tough efforts to hold in a sob, your mouth lets out a small yet noticeable hic. You may be smart, you may have a degree in multiple fields, you may know things that others don't—but you do not know why you feel this way right now. Why your heart aches, why you cry, why you need him to hold you right now and say that you are okay, and even more than that. When was the last time you felt this way again? In your questioning of yourself and your feelings, you fail to notice that you have begun actually sobbing. Your hand pathetically rubbing away at your one eye as you hold dearly the gift in the other.

"Hey, hey" he says, holding you by the shoulders. Seonghwa was just outside, having returned from a call with his group's youngest member. His touch is what brings you back to reality, your vision recollecting itself, blessed to see him right when you need him the most. But instead of being comforted, your face is prompted to cry even harder, your body falling into his embrace. You clutch onto his shirt, embarrassed that you were being this way all over a single present. He carries you over to the couch, helping you to lie down with him as you continue weeping. Out of the goodness of his heart, he tries all he can to comfort you. A complete switch from the people that you were yesterday, the other day, and the day before that. Gradually, you calm down, but there are tears still pouring as you bury your face in Seonghwa's chest. You want to apologize for letting him see you this way and for soiling his shirt with your crying, but you can't speak unless you were to start sobbing again.

After a few more minutes of reassuring you that everything's alright and keeping you close, you eventually cease trembling entirely.

"Say it." you command him, the tone of your voice altered from the long moments of weeping. Seonghwa could only say nothing, yet his silence questions what you exactly meant.

"Say that you love me." you add.

"... I love you."

He says it, although you reasonably assume it to be because you ordered him to and not because he might actually mean it. Either way, you'll take it.

"I.. love you too..." you reply, one final tear going down your face before your eyes go back to being devoid of light as they usually are. Tired, you fall asleep again in his embrace. After all that, Seonghwa believes he may at least have an idea of what happened.

You didn't have dinner yet, but he knows that's the least of your concerns right now. After a few seconds, he pulls out his phone—in his rush to check up on you the mere moment he heard your small wailing, he had forgotten to hang up on Jongho. Attending to the call, Seonghwa tells Jongho, "Sorry about that. Don't tell the rest about any of what you heard." He's not done yet, before he continues, he looks down at you and places his hand on the back of your head gently.

"Turns out, I won't be coming back tomorrow either." he says, before finally hanging up the call, and deciding to go to sleep with you.

You wish you could forget what happened that night. How embarrassing. Silently, you eat your breakfast while Seonghwa sits in front of you. His cooking's nice. He wouldn't have to be the one to cook had you not been defeated by your body functioning against you last night. Unbeknownst to you, this is only the beginning of your descent. Descent into what? You'll have to see for yourself, even if you have no idea of what lies waiting for you and him.

"Thank you." you say, after finishing the last bite. "Don't mention it." he tries to smile, but he can't help but still sense the gloominess in your voice. "If you have something you want to talk about, i'm here for you." he continues, trying to lighten up the mood. "I'll be fine, don't sweat it." you respond, hands on your lap. Your glasses lay on the living room table, luckily unharmed.

Eventually though, you are able to go back to somewhat normal. Laying with him on the couch, you both recount your old memories together in highschool. Highschool weren't the best years for you, but they seem much brighter in comparison to your childhood and the later parts of your marriage. Your early adulthood despite you achieving multiple degrees was completely overshadowed by your haphazard marriage and how... you don't want to remember any more of it.

You think about what you heard near the end of your dream while listening to Seonghwa tell the story of his rise to fame.

Truly, you really did want it to be him at the altar. But alas, women like you who only have their smarts going for them cannot be given the same sympathy as men in this world. What if Daeho also wanted it to be someone else at the altar? Your stomach lurches. That sort of story you've heard time and time again, where a man and his mistress are the true victims of his own infidelity, that he just truly couldn't move on from his true love, and they are given all sorts of understanding from others. Meanwhile, what about you? What if you told someone that you just couldn't move on from Seonghwa? Well, to stave off further thinking, you barricade that line of thought with Well, I don't actually love him that way. Last night was just a fluke.

A good portion of the beginning of the month is spent staying at home with Seonghwa, having sex and catching up on eachother's lives. You even end up bringing out your old Wii U to play with him on it, which ensues a whole lot of laughs and accidentally bumping your hip into things and laughing even harder about it.

During the end of the first week, you take out your swimsuit and some sunscreen to go swimming with Seonghwa in the pool. Funny how this is the literal first time you've ever entered this pool despite living here for the entirety of your ten year marriage. You slowly dip your feet in due to the initial coldness of the water, once you fully soak your ankles in it however, Seonghwa suddenly lifts you by the waist up from the side and into the water—causing you to flinch. Nothing hurt, although you did look like a terrified cat.

The entire several hours you spent in the pool was pure entertainment, at one point you even go topless. Like two giddy highschoolers on a date, you both giggled and laughed the day away splashing water at each other and overall just relaxing under the spring sun.

Finally leaving the pool at around exactly 5:00 P.M, your tired bodies plop down on top of each other on the couch. Heaving, exhausted, you both decide to rest there until your stomachs start growling for sustenance again.

Another dream opens itself to you this time around, you open your eyes and find yourself in the same room you were in ten years ago. You are dressed up all beautifully in the dress that you wanted and were able to afford with help from others. Looking in the mirror, your face is all done and prettied up, you are ready for your big day. Seeing as your entourage isn't in the room with you, you decide to go look around—possibly walk down the aisle by yourself this time. "Where are you going?" a voice calls out to you as you take one step forward and the scene changes to a pavilion in a field of flowers. Turning around immediately, you find the love of your life reaching out to you as if inviting you to dance. Seonghwa, wearing the suit that should have been his that day. The beautiful morning light shines behind him, adding to the dreaminess of the scenery. His gorgeous raven dark hair sways in the wind as he waits for you to take his hand. Tearfully and with happiness in your stride, you run into his arms.

It wasn't such a bad or weird dream, in fact it felt very nice, but also very real. Waking up, you find that the sun is nearly gone yet you are still in his embrace; skin now dry. For whatever reason, you look at your hand, your sight focusing on it. Your ring finger isn't there, and you smile. Maybe you really will just kill Daeho. What if you get Seonghwa in on the plot too? What will he say? Quickly does your smile fade after that. Seonghwa wouldn't kill a man, or would he? Will blackmail be your key to achieving your ultimate fantasy? You don't think so, for now.

Sitting up, you rest your hand on Seonghwa's abdomen as he restfully sleeps. Are you that sort of person now? Leading a beloved idol into your wicked schemes.. Perhaps you should take a leaf out of all the other rich wives' books and be grateful for what you get, or don't, since you decide to proceed with your plotting to murder without him.

Alone, you walk to your personal hide out and bust out your pen and notebook and start etching out plans on how to carry this out the best way possible.

How to Kill My Husband.

A: The day Daeho comes home, act casual so he doesn't suspect something's wrong. While he's not looking, prepare a normal drink for him and slip in some sort of drug or poison.

A-1: Could be arsenic.

A-2: Sleeping pills. When he's asleep, strangle or deprive him of oxygen (A-2a), or stab him with the kitchen knife (A-2b). A-2b will obviously require much more cleaning than A-2a.

B: Hire a hitman. Pay an extremly egregious amount of money to hide and fake his disappearance.

C:

While you ponder plan C, you don't notice Seonghwa opening the door as your hearing has omitted all sounds to help you focus.

Seonghwa lays eyes at your current state, wondering what possibly you could be doing. Stalking, looming over you successfully without startling or getting your attention, he sees the ploy. His eyes widen, as there's nothing that could suggest the possibility that you aren't being serious. Backing away, unsure how to feel for some reason, he accidentally bumps into the wall—resulting in you catching him peeping.

Your eyes widen similar to his as you drop your pen in shock. Trying to salvage yourself, you stutter, "G-good afternoon, Seonghwa!" "Are you serious?" Instantly, your lips shut tight as you gulp nervously. He knows that you wouldn't go into such depth for a mere joke. You are done for, you believe. Shutting your eyes tight and turning your head away in shame, you could only try to think of what to say or what to do next.

Instead, Seonghwa slowly walks up to you. Rather than reprimand or argue with you, he merely gets closer to your ear and says, "I'll help you." You look at him, your expression doing the asking for you.

He only looks back, his blank stare proving that he is indeed willing to help you get rid of your husband.

MATRIMONIAL DOGMA ⋄ 2

plan c

end.

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MATRIMONIAL DOGMA

seonghwa x married!reader

summary ; You are not a good woman. Born poor and bitter, you were picked up by a wealthy and good man for your brand of intellect and wit which wasn't confident or bright but was skeptical and negative. Of course, there's no happy ending for glum gwens like you. After ten years of your promising youth married, your husband does what many husbands do and grows even more distant than he already was. When things appear grim though, your senior high friend who's been a famous pop star this entire time appears at the most convenient place for blooming affairs.

wc ; 8.9k

tags ; cheating, canon compliant (eh) seonghwa, afab reader, not very good with tags uhhh!! doggy style in a shitty motel (ok its not shitty at all but the sentence looks funny let me be), unprotected sex (yk the standard drill always use a condom), breeding/creampies/i genuinely dont know the difference, cunnilingus, missionary, oral (both receiving and giving), reader is suffering from "success" (being married to a rich dude), conspiring to murder, reader has shitty eyesight and wears glasses, descriptions of blood and violence, lmk if i forgot any 👍

disclaimer : please do not do any of the following, if you're unsatisfied with your irl relationship then do the mature thing which is to break up/divorce. and also please dont murder people that is (unfortunately) illegal.

Where do you start? Oh right, so you're at this bar, alone. Your hair and appearance is all done but what's missing on your face is the beauty that they see clinging onto the arms of pigs with pens made of gold. Swishing the near empty glass of hennessy, you simultaneously readjust your glasses. If a man wanted to approach you right now, he would. If your husband wanted to fuck you and think of you as he does so tonight, he would.

Well, what do you care about your husband anyway? You already have a high position thats pays well at your office job and close connections with others in your part of society. So what if he ditches you for someone younger and better and then you get labeled by the media as someone who didn't know or appreciate what she had until she lost it? ... Now you know. That's the thing.

There's those unhealthy thoughts again, you look at your watch to see the time; 8:36 P.M. You aren't a kid anymore and you don't live with the concept of "curfew", but you do want to be the best wife possible so you can at least fall from grace and be brought back in some next few decades to be hailed a scorned woman who did no wrong. You laugh hoarsely at the thought, maybe there'd be some good to it after all. But you don't intend on facing that initial wave of shame just yet.

Enter Park Seonghwa, a man who you've made quite fair acquaintance with in senior highschool. News has it he's now a member of the famous boy group "ATEEZ". He's been on your radar for quite some time, but not because you're thinking of fucking another man before your husband can fuck another woman. That thought hasn't occurred to you yet. He's still in your contacts, but how you'll approach this guy is still a plan in the works.

But that won't be necessary tonight. The sound of shoes tapping around the cement floor of this bar has been completely tuned out of your ears, so you don't notice when someone sits down on the chair next to you.

"Long time no see, Y/N." you hear a familiar voice call out; slowly, you turn to your left and find the man himself before you. You are very reasonably shocked and flinch at the sight of him. How could you be so sure that this Seonghwa is the real deal? He's not wearing anything that could obscure his identity, is he not at all concerned about whatever insane spies news outlets have? Or could this just be a marketing scheme planned between both your company and his company that you for some reason weren't informed about in advance?

"Ah, hi..." you wave, with each time your palm swayed you grew increasingly aware of your face's cells. He chuckles in response, "You've changed quite a bit from the last time we saw each other." "People aren't still images, if that helps." you quip, taking a sip out of your near-empty glass. Seonghwa tosses a glance your way, to which you add on, "Just messing with you." Softly he smiles. "I heard you're married?" he suddenly admits, your movement halting for a brief second. "Indeed, I am. Do you know my husband?" "I've also heard of him, he's the CEO of a prominent property management company here, right?" You nod, making eye contact with him as you both spoke.

Looking back to your glass, you find that it is now completely empty. After you ask the bartender for a refill, Seonghwa watches you with intent. "It's a shame honestly," he sighs dreamily, "A woman like you, married to such a simple man." "What do you mean by that?" you immediately ask after nearly choking a little on your drink. "Ah, i'm not insulting you. It's just that..." his gaze strays a little as his knuckles lightly press against his lips, "You always seemed bored in your photos together. Surely, you must not be having much fun in your marriage if you don't even smile once being seen with him.." You don't interject, letting the idol dig at your husband for as long as he'd like. It's not like he's too wrong, after all. In fact, dare you say it's even amusing that a man who has such a kind and caring reputation to uphold would even be so bold as to talk shit about a wealthy man to that man's own wife.

Your mood brightened by this encounter you've subconsciously needed for so long, you take one long sip as you listen to Seonghwa point out all of your husband's weak points as a person; it's music to your ears, as they say. Shortly after, you join him in this bashing, even letting the star in on some of his most humiliating of secrets. This conversation is something that could only be heard by the both of you and the bartender, who you're already well acquainted with and can just pay to shut up should anybody ask what went down here.

In the middle of your incessant giggling and dragging, your phone dings. You quickly pause your conversation and check what it could be—a text message from the man himself. Unaware of Seonghwa's sudden switch in facial expression from gleeful to grim, you excuse yourself to read the text.

this guy again: what time will you be home tonight? mother says she's worried somebody might do something to you.

this guy again: oh, on top of that we will also be going out tomorrow to visit them.

You sigh, pinching your nose bridge as you try to think of a good response so you don't look like you're taking his family's kindness for granted. In fact, one of the few remaining good things about this man is that his side of the family actually likes you as an inlaw. Before you two got married you were very much from a poor background yes, but the same reason he married you back then is also the same reason his parents also liked you and still like you today. That's what you explain to Seonghwa after apologizing to him for the hold up. "I can tell they genuinely mean well, it's just that their son could find a nicer lady any day now and..." you pause. Why are you so worried about something like that in the first place? Other wives don't have to deal with harrowing fears of their husbands cheating. After all,

there are other ways he could leave you for dead, alone and nothing.

"You don't love him anymore, Mrs. L/N." Seonghwa claims, his hand on your back. This is undoubtedly true. It dawned on you how he could take everything from you should he not want you anymore. Your job, your money, and your name. Not once did you consider the love you could have had for him, because it was never there to begin with. How did you go all those years without that sort of revelation? You turn to Seonghwa, handsome in this lighting. Are you that sort of person now? His hand crawls up your spine and to the back of your head, urging you to come closer on your own volition. Well, it wouldn't hurt you at all. Giving in, you hold his face and kiss him. The moment your lips press together, he holds you for an embrace. You pull away for a moment to ask, "Do any of your group members know you're here?" "They don't have to. Let me be your secret."

That was good enough for you to go with him. Luckily, your face or style of dress isn't all too remarkable or distinguishable from any other woman having a fun night out. All you do is slap back on your mask and the two of you sneak to his car. Hopping into the front passenger seat, you voice out a thought, "This is going to sound really dumb, but it feels a little bit weird knowing that some idols have their own cars.." Naturally, whenever an idol or idol group travels, publicly they're shown accompanied by their members or staff. That sentiment was indeed not very smart, and while you weren't at all completely oblivious to the k-pop scene and how insane some fan statements and beliefs can get, there were some parts to it that stuck with you subconsciously. Which is why you were surprised at yourself for even thinking that it would be weird for a grown adult to have their own car. "I get you. Most of the time I do just use the company car or walk to go somewhere." he laughs.

Perhaps it's because you're an inexperienced cheater, but you feel something heavy coming down on you as he drives. You know that you're making a very huge mistake, one that will eventually not end up biting you in the ass so hard they'll make movies out of it. But at the same time, it feels exhilarating. After all, this isn't just any guy that you're going to two time with, it's a beautiful artist with tons of applause to his name. Maybe just this one night you'll go and tomorrow it'll be just the past between you two and nobody will ever find out.

The two of you end up at your destination which is a rather simple love hotel, not that you were complaining. It isn't mediocre but it isn't luxury like your husband would take you to during vacations. Humbling yourself however, you shrug it off; although you are a bit worried about the possibilities of someone working here accidentally ratting you out while talking to a coworker during lunch hours, Seonghwa puts a hand over your shoulder and gives you a reassuring smile as you both enter to check in.

The entire time that he was talking to the lady at the front desk, you felt slight tingles which you merely brush off as the cold air sweeping over your bare skin. It was a simple few minutes or less process that felt like an entire hour had swept by. You inhaled and exhaled a huge sigh of relief when you two finally got to the elevator. Now, you aren't going to turn back. Very much so are you open to the idea of night dancing with this fine man. Getting off the elevator and finally entering your room, he asks you if you want to take a bath first, as to which you politely decline and let him go before you. While you wait, you sit on the bed and check your phone for any updates. You didn't open your phone to look at the message so that means your husband didn't get the read notification; which you thank your earlier self for. This does mean though that he added more while you two made the trip.

9:12 P.M

this guy again: if you're too drunk to make the journey back home yourself, dont worry. i sent yujun to pick you up. he should be there any minute now, so stay where you are i will also notify your bartender friend not to let you go anywhere.

Your stomach drops to the ground floor. Yujun is your personal driver though, and to seem the least class traitor as you could be being a successful office woman married to a landlord, you have also made good friends with him; therefore, you calm down a little knowing you could stop him before it's too late. But you also stiffen up again knowing that you can't just tell this guy not to pick you up from the bar. You can trust that the bartender wouldn't tell a single soul what you just did, but your personal driver who also drives for your husband is also another story. Quickly, you open the app and go straight to Yujun's contact. You call him so as to not leave a single trace of evidence on your phone or his phone that you said anything about this; and luckily he picks up.

"Yes, ma'am?" "Yujun, i'm sure you got Daeho's order to pick me up from Babylon, but I met Heera there and she wanted to invite me to her and Yang's place for the night. My phone just so happened to die out before I could tell him about this which is why I didn't tell him first. Be a dear for me and relay the message, okay? I'll be home next morning, and tell Mrs. Lee that I love her and her homemade samgyeopsal. Thanks." you hang up immediately before he could say a word, but rest assured that Heera would most definitely have your back behind all this, even if she has no idea that you finally heeded her advice from seven years ago the first time you brought up your husband's distance.

Seonghwa hops out of the shower as soon as you finally relax. You look to the open bathroom door, the steam flying out of it like a legendary item had just been unboxed. As it clears, there he is, tightening the robe he's now wearing. He is very clearly handsome, and that is only exemplified by his utterly stellar appearance fresh from the heat of a warm shower. Locking eyes with you, he smiles and lets you know, "It's your turn. Sorry for the wait." With that, you nod and walk to the bathroom, being greeted by the nice warmth left by him.

Waiting for you, Seonghwa lays on the bed, resting his head on his hand. He didn't tell you why he was there or why he wanted to do this, but he's happy regardless that you agreed so easily. It does seem like his initial suspicions about your marriage were indeed true. Part of him does feel bad that a friend that he hasn't seen for so long was trapped in a marriage that isn't even worth the salt of being toxic or unhealthy, just absence from both sides for years. But the other part of him is also over the clouds at this opportunity. His phone at this time also receives a call from his group's leader. "Hello?" he says, picking it up knowing the question that's going to proceed next.

"Seonghwa, where are you? Our manager's been wondering when you're going to come back to the dorm." "I'm at an old friend's place. Tell him i'll be back by tomorrow." he hums. "Okay. Be safe." "Thanks, Hongjoong. See you then." The call ends, and he is still waiting for you.

Inside the bathroom, you're already finished but you try to think things over a bit as you look into the mirror. Taking off the shower cap, you let your hair finally free as you stare long and hard at the face that's supposed to be yours. Is this the face of an unfaithful wife? Your hand finds itself on your cheek, seemingly as a way to ensure that you are currently here. But then you remember, and that's all it takes for you to decide that this is what you truly want. Still, you don't question why Seonghwa would approach you so suddenly. When you come out, you find Seonghwa sitting there and his face lighting up as soon as you appear before him.

"Come here." he urges, gesturing with his finger. You obey, and crawl onto the bed and into his hold. Your face burns up a little being this close to him, you knew this man and you'd never thought something like this would happen between you two. He grins and plays a bit with your hair, "Pretty... Should I take you here now?" "Isn't that what's supposed to happen?" "It is." he answers before undoing his robe, revealing his bare body. He quickly bundles up the robe and tosses it to the side; pinning you down onto the mattress after you shyly stumbled to take yours off too. "You'll be seeing stars by the end of it all." Seonghwa giggles as he undresses you. Your nude form now out in the open before a man that you are not married to, your entire face begins to feel like it's been set on fire.

Slowly, Seonghwa lowers down to in between your legs, lightly pushing them apart so he'd have an easier time eating you out. The second you feel his tongue on your heat, your spine jolts up. Continuously, he licks at your cunt and then goes so far as to begin sucking on your clit. Such a sensation had you making light breathing noises before, now it has you moaning—something that you previously weren't even aware you could do without it being forced. He pulls your body in closer, his tongue now entering inside your pussy. A hand weak at the rush of ecstasy finds itself tugging on silk raven locks of hair as the other arm tries to support the rest of your body. The night had only just begun and yet you could already feel yourself rapidly approaching orgasm. Before that actually happens though, Seonghwa pulls away leaving you to look at him with a concerned expression—then he pulls you downward, face to face with his hard on. You don't need an explanation as to what he wants you to do now, do you?

With what strength he left you with from that first bout, you adjust yourself properly and take hold of his shaft with one hand and slowly take it into your mouth. It's overall thickness and length was fine, which is your shy way of saying that you could already feel your innards making way for this thing. Getting down to the base was a bit of a challenge, but luckily you're able to push through. Sucking on it, you bobbed your head up and down as you could hear the sound of Seonghwa getting off to what you were currently doing. When he ejaculates, you feel a rush of a familiar stringy white fluid shoot down into your throat and you swallow it. He continues to stroke it as you cupped your breasts with your mouth still wide open, your face and cleavage area being doused in his semen. This night is still far from over. Seeing as your glasses were soiled by the liquid, you nonchalantly place it on the nightstand and proceed.

Next, you get on all fours and spread one of your asscheeks; giving him another full view of your rear. Eagerly, he takes hold of your ass and slides the tip up and down your slit before sliding it in; which elicits a small gasp from you before he starts fully pounding into your hole, making you clench the sheets below you. Very quickly, a clear white fluid begins gushing out of your cunt. Glorified piss spills out with each time his hips snapped against your behind. With how fast he's doing you, you can't help but let yourself fully go; your mouth agape as saliva seeps out. This would be absolutely humiliating to remember, you think to yourself. But you can't stop, not when you're feeling this good. You only just notice that you two aren't using a condom when he pulls out, the sensation dipping only slightly as soon as you felt like you were going to cum.

"Turn over." he pants, sweat glistening down the side of his forehead. You oblige, lying down flat on the mattress. Seonghwa then pushes up the both of your legs and gets back to work down there. Being face to face with him as he does such things to you makes you feel even more tingly than before, resulting in you trying to look away—only for him to kiss you. His saliva permeates onto your tongue, pushing you even closer towards a full orgasm. You try to let him know, but you can't speak with his mouth on yours; your hands immediately flying to his back, your nails starting to dig into his flesh. It's there, you can feel it, the feeling of pure ecstasy that you haven't felt in so, so long. Seonghwa's lips are so, so soft. Your legs cross, pulling him in even closer. The steel clawing of your nails is now starting to draw blood, yet he doesn't stop.

When your lips finally separate from eachother, you can't even utter a single word; only mumbling incoherent sounds and pulling him even closer and tighter into your embrace. One of your hands makes its way to the back of his head and tugs on his hair strongly as you finally came. Your back arches as you're overwhelmed by the pleasure washing over your entire body and inside it. The sound that comes out of you is completely distinguishable from the woman you normally regard yourself as. Right now, you don't have time to worry about the fact that you look absolutely debauched.

In need of some rest before continuing, you let Seonghwa rest his head on your bare chest; your hand placed gently on his hair as he talks with you. "Y/N, are you on birth control?" "... No." you breathe, a slight bit of regret to your tone. This understandably thickens the air around you two a bit. But you already know exactly what you're going to do if you get pregnant and it rhymes with torsion. ".. My apologies, I got too careless there.." he says, but in all honesty you're just wondering why you didn't marry this man—even if neither of you even thought this would or could happen at all at first. The way you remember Seonghwa was a total sweetheart, hell you were one of the girls crushing on him at one very brief point; even so, you found much more satisfaction being just someone he sometimes hung out with then. To think that it would all come down to this, I guess you could say you felt a small tinge of glory inside. But you don't think you love him, he's as cute as you and everybody else from your highschool remembers him—but you're not sure if you could see yourself making him your number one.

"It's alright. I'll be able to handle it fine by myself." you whisper, playing around with some of the semen in between your fingers. He doesn't believe you, but you're married and he's not. Although a little sore and tired, you still recovered enough to sit up and excuse yourself to go wash the cum off your face. After all, you most certainly wouldn't want to experience the effect it would have on your hair should you let it dry.

With you out of his sight, Seonghwa sighs and sits properly against the pillows. The sting of your scratching then surges into him. Hissing from the initial onset of pain, he then notices the blood left by your nails.

As soon as you were about to open the bathroom door, Seonghwa beats you to it, and you see the bloody mess left by yourself. Under the realization of what you did earlier, you feel the clear need to apologize, to which he stops you from doing so kindly and just heads to the shower. Of course, the scratches may be minor, but you can't help but feel like you have to at least help him somewhat. You make the decision to step into the shower to his surprise and offer to help wash his back. He doesn't give you a response, but still gives you a small nod. Unbeknownst to you, his face is blushing, clearly flustered by this reasonable act of kindness from you. "This might sting a bit, sorry.." you say, about to start scrubbing the soap bar on his wounds. "I.. It's fine..." he mumbles, letting out a small wince after feeling the soap initially soak into his skin. It very quickly stops though as you quickly make sure you cover all the areas and immediately rinse it off, grabbing the shower head from behind him to make it faster. "I'm not sure if this hotel has a first aid kit, but i'll do what I can. After all the scratches don't look that deep..." you tell him, putting the shower head down. Seonghwa looks back and gives you a small smile, "Thanks." Subconsciously, you smile too.

Back on the bed, you lay on your side as Seonghwa looks out at the starry sky. "The sky looks gorgeous tonight. Do you wanna see?" "If I wanted to look at stars, I could simply look up pictures of a starry sky." you hum, browsing your twitter feed. "I personally think that stars look better when you see them in person." he says, still watching the sky. "I totally agree." you joke. Having caught up with the weird happenings all over the world packed into your phone today, you turn it off and prepare to go to sleep; although you aren't really feeling sleepy at all. Shortly, Seonghwa gets back into bed with you, running one hand down your side. "Are you going to sleep now?" he asks. "No." you answer, your hand that your head was resting on earlier stretching out after it was starting to feel numb. Suddenly and slowly, Seonghwa takes hold of one of your legs and raises it. "Still in the mood?" "Yes."

He puts it in, and you can feel it getting harder as he pushes it inside. His movements this time are slow but with just as much passion as before. You use your left hand to pull him in for a kiss, the room being filled with nothing but the sound of you making love to another man behind your husband's constantly turned back.

The night fades as it walks.

Next morning, you make it home safely without looking the least bit suspicious as you notified Heera first thing in the early morning at 6:43 A.M about your whereabouts, your alibi, and to not notify a single person—not even her husband—about what went on that night. You and Seonghwa parted ways, with you thanking him with a kiss on the cheek before going with your friend who was over the moon (in a quiet way so as to not alert anybody).

On the way home, your thoughts are filled with last night's memories. You trust that Yujun complied to your abrupt request that night, well, surely he must have, right? Too deep in thought, you fail to notice when you've already come back to your home. Before you exit the car, Heera grabs your wrist. When you look back, you see a woman so happy that she could start incoherently screaming—but instead, she gives you a tearful thumbs up and lets you go.

When you finally come inside, you find your husband sitting on the couch with a single paper on the table in front of him. You freeze at the sight—groaning obscenities inside your head as you think the worst. Slowly past the servants, you try to walk to the stairs to head to your room; but he catches you before you could do so.

"Y/N." he calls out. Immediately, you start thinking of sliding down to your knees and pleading for forgiveness. But when you answer to his call, he hands you the paper. "Are you okay? Don't tell me you drank again this morning." he cocks his brow seeing your grave expression, to which you quickly brush it off as the morning air being so cold that even your arms got cold under your sleeves. Being handed the paper, you see that it isn't really what you expected it to be. Then your husband explains what it is, "Yujun told me that Heera took you to her house last night, and that you wanted to tell my mom that you love the samgyeopsal she makes. So I told her that and in return at around 6:40 this morning she sent me this letter that's supposed to be for you."

Relieved, you nod along and read the contents of the letter. It was just a sweet message from your mother-in-law for the small note you added at the end of your favor to Yujun. You can't help but genuinely smile reading all the nice things she has to say to and about you. All of this.. makes your stomach sick. Now what you have done is starting to weigh in on you, but not for your husband—but for the people who believe that you are not such a person. "I see. I'm happy that Mrs. Lee was happy to hear what I had to say." "Of course she's happy, you are the first woman i've had in my life that she likes this much." Without further ado, you're allowed to go back up to your room to dress into some comfy home clothes.

You both share a bedroom, but due to the large expanse of your home you've made the room next to your bedroom your personal hangout. Setting down the plastic bag containing your underwear, you undress and toss both your clothing from last night along with last night's underwear into the basket. Lounging down on the chair next to the window naked, you can get a nice view of the pool from here. After a brief second of rest, you stand back up and look into the second closet that you own in search of something to wear. While you're putting on your leggings though, you are still brought to think about last night. You have to get ready again in about a few hours. For now, you ponder what you should do now. You could forget, surely Seonghwa would move on from this fairly easily as well. Mindlessly, you spin around in your chair until the maids tell you that breakfast is ready. You wonder why they still made breakfast for you when you just came home from a friend's house, but you shrug it off—it is actually your first real meal of the day.

The morning Seonghwa comes back to the dorm, the members are all minding their own business. Wooyoung is the first to greet him.

"Ah! Welcome back, Seonghwa!" he beams, hugging him tight. Seonghwa pats Wooyoung's back and greets the other members good morning. They suspect nothing, after all he did say he was just at an old friend's place. It's still quite early in the morning, and their schedule for the day doesn't start until later so he still has time to switch into something comfortable.

Much later in the day, you have now prepared to go outside with your husband to your parents-in-law's home. During the drive there, your husband as usual is looking absentmindedly outside the window while you.. sit there. With what you've done you have now relegated yourself to the acceptance of the fact that you no longer have any right to try and pursue his participation in this relationship. A small hopeful part of you still wishes that for some odd reason he starts paying more affectionate attention to you out of seemingly nowhere now, but you know that's not going to happen; and you're right. Maybe you should really just divorce him, it's not like you had too many good memories with him. After all, you have Seonghwa now. But you are very well acquainted with the saying "you lose them how you get them", and the degree of his devotion to you is still very uncertain. Although, you could do some things to ensure that he won't ever leave your side...

Having finally arrived outside their front gate; when your husband rings the doorbell, the gates suddenly maneuver open and your mother in law suddenly appears and holds you in for a deep embrace. "Y/N! My sweet dear Y/N! It's been so long since you and Daeho last visited! Did you get my letter? Ah, you really are such a sweet girl!" she continues showering you with compliments as you and Daeho both walk into his parents' just as lavish living space. His father politely greets you and naturally you greet him back, showing off your perfected 90° bow. "You know, I was actually just thinking of making samgyeopsal for our meetup today last night and then Daeho called me telling me what you wanted to say! Everyday, I can't help but feel so proud that my son had found such a stunning and perfect wife!" "Ahaha, i'm so glad you think that way, Mrs. Lee! I really do mean it when I say I love your cooking, but i'm not so sure if I can agree with me being a perfect wife.." you say, a hundred percent of those words actually being true. "How many times must I tell you? You can call me mom! And oh, don't be so shy my dear.. Any man in the world would be so lucky to have a woman like you as his wife!" she giggles gleefully. His dad then chimes in, "Indeed. Your mother-in-law and I are eternally happy that you came into our son's life. Your pure heart and your demure soul is one in a million."

You can't help but feel somewhat embarrassed, his parents seem to be more in love with you than he is with you. "Oh, you're both too kind. In fact, i'm already happy just knowing that i'm married to such a wonderful man and blessed with in-laws like you.." Before they could both continue with their incessant praise, Daeho puts a stop to it. "Yes, my wife is amazing. But we won't get anywhere with this meeting if we keep going back and forth." In any other context this would be seen as an asshole move but in all honesty you are just insanely glad somebody put an end to it.

Without further ado, the food is brought to the dining table and it's several larger-than-normally-provided-for-just-a-simple-lunch-with-in-laws courses for only four people. Of course, you immediately aim for the samgyeopsal which is further to your husband's left while you're on his further right. You quietly get his attention and ask for the serving plate, to which he obliges. The problem with you two isn't that you argue, but you simply don't talk enough to even have the energy or spite to. He tolerates you, and you tolerate him. Your phone is on the table, face up, and off. While you're thoroughly enjoying the food as your husband talks with his parents about recent events in life, your phone suddenly lights up with a notification. Normally, the reason why you have your phone out is in the case of an emergency. Checking the notification and who it's from however, you instantly put it face down on your lap. "And what about you, Y/N?" "Huh—" "Anything interesting happening at your workplace?" your father in law asks. "Hmmm, not really, haha. Just functioning as it always does."

The rest of the afternoon goes fairly well, but the entire time you felt all sorts of negative emotions ranging from immense guilt and nervousness all on your lap.

Walking to the car, Daeho suddenly questions, "Where are your glasses, by the way?"

Fuck.

Your hands fly all over your face, and then you realize that you forgot your damn glasses at that hotel. It's just a wonder how you didn't end up accidentally tripping over something for the entire several hours that you weren't wearing it. "... Oh shit." you mutter. "I-i'll call Heera, maybe she has it." "Okay, but do it at home."

The drive home consisted of your husband being completely oblivious to the abomination that your mental state is right now, and you staring dead outside the window with a powerful sense of dread lurching in your abdomen. To escape this somewhat, you finally decide to check your phone and read what Seonghwa sent you.

Seonghwa: hey, you left your glasses at the hotel so I kept them. do you want to come get them?

Pinching your nose bridge, you sigh and reply. However, before you hit send, you suddenly change your mind and backspace rapidly.

You: I have something different in mind. But first, no. If possible, please come to my house with the glasses at 10:15 or later. My husband goes to sleep at around 9:45. I'll make sure that im the one to answer the door.

Seonghwa: alright. I dont have much time to talk with you more so i'll see you then 💕

Cute. He sent you a heart emoji.

When you finally come home, your first instinct is to rush up to your personal hideout, change clothes, and wait. You expected to go home at 1:00 P.M but all that chit chat postponed that to six in the evening. Considering how you only got four hours of sleep and chose to power through the day making the fact that you did not have your glasses all the more egregious, you decide that now would be the time to take a nice nap to use up your freetime for today.

At around 10:00 sharp, Seonghwa prepares to go outside, your glasses safe in a spare empty box he found lying around.

"You're going out again?" Yeosang sleepily asks, catching his hyung in the act of leaving. "Yeah. The same friend I was with last night forgot their glasses so i'm just giving it back to them." "Oh ok..." With that Seonghwa leaves. After dragging his feet back to his own room, Yeosang goes, "Wait. How could his friend forget their own glasses at their own home..?" Again like last night, Seonghwa opts to drive his own car which is parked right beside the company one. Whenever pictures are taken outside the building, fans always assume that car belongs to another employee.

You wake up at 10:21, much later than you assumed you'd wake up but in time to know that Seonghwa's here now. Creeping downstairs barefoot, you tiptoe all the way to the door, hastily opening it as fast as you can. There he is, he gives you the box containing your glasses—which is all that you needed from him. However, on an impulse, you look around cautiously before inviting him in. Since you and your husband aren't on vacation to somewhere else and as soon as you came home, the servants have turned off the surveillance cameras. This you know since one of the maids woke you up in the middle of your nap to inform you. Convenient how everything just falls into place. "Do you want a drink?" "Just water will do." Seonghwa answers, taking off his hood and mask. You nod and then go to fetch him a cup.

Sitting down right next to him in jogging pants and a tank top that barely covers your bra, you drink the cup of water that you also got for yourself. He in turn has also discarded his hoodie, and drinks the cup that you got for him. "It's been a while, hasn't it?" "It was last night." "No, I mean since we last saw each other before that." you say, setting the cup down on the table. "Yeah." his eyes clearly on your bust area. Well, it's not like you two could talk a whole lot about the time you've spent together in high school. You had a crush him for four weeks which was initially why you were hanging out with him in the first place. Even then, you didn't talk all that much in class or just in general. You mostly saw eachother at lunch or at dismissal. You just both knew that the other existed.

It's not like you invited him in for sentimental chat anyway. You look at him while he looks at you. "Do you want me to waste your time, baby?" "Please. He already does that to me daily."

With that same fond smile, he unzips his pants and pulls out his dick. It's already hard, and you don't know how long it's been that way. Nevertheless, you get on the floor and between his legs. You lick your lips before taking him in. Slowly, your head moves up and down. In no time, his cock is already practically drenched in your spit. Gradually, your pace quickens, making him toss his head back and letting out a quiet gasp. When he finally cums, you swallow down every single drop of it—licking up any residue from your lips.

Standing and turning around, you pull down your jogging pants along with your panties, revealing how wet you've gotten just from sucking him off. His hands go onto your hips to guide you as you sit down on his still erect cock. You are playing a way riskier and more dangerous gambit than last night. Seonghwa bites his lip to suppress any sounds, just tightly holding onto your hips as you bounced on his lap. It's peculiar, how you went from being absolutely guilt ridden for the entire day to doing it again tonight without any hesitation. Together, you both reach climax—your love fluids gushing out from underneath you and spilling all over his dick, the strength of your orgasm causing you to clench your knees together.

Considering how you both didn't want to up the risk any further, you go to the bathroom without your pants to clean yourself up.

Returning to the living room, you wonder if you should let Seonghwa go for the night, so you ask him if he wants to stay. "But your husband's here?" he looks at you with confusion. "I have an extra room where he doesn't go to that you can hide in for the night. But if you want to go back to your dorm that's fine as well." You make it clear that you both have choices here, and that you won't make any fuss should he decide to leave. But to your surprise, he chooses to stay. After putting back on your pants, you quietly lead him upstairs to where your personal space is. "I took a nap here while waiting for you. You can sleep on the bed over there." you point to the spare bed right behind the chair you sat on this morning.

That's where he ends up sleeping for the night while you watch. In time though, you also end up falling asleep again. Once you wake up, it's already nine in the morning. Apparently as he usually does, your husband had left for other important matters without telling you. Before, this would put you off immensely, often feeding into your fears about him having found someone on the side. But you're just relieved that he never checks in on you first. In this situation now that would be hazardous. You find that Seonghwa is also awake, as he's currently sitting in front of you. "Mh, wait here. I'll talk with the maids." Downstairs, you can smell the aroma of freshly made pancakes. Perfect, you could just ask for two on your plate. After briefly greeting the maids good morning and receiving the two pancakes on your plate in question, you head back upstairs.

As you both eat breakfast, you catch Seonghwa glancing over from time to time to outside your window and at the pool. "Is something wrong?" "Ah, no.. I was just looking at the pool you have outside there, it looks nice." he says, finishing up his plate. You end up letting him use the second bathroom downstairs which was where you went to wash yourself up the night before. Meanwhile, after doing your business in the bathroom on this floor, you put on some more presentable clothes—namely, your usual office attire. You have work only in the later morning during the near end of the month, so you still have some time before you have to go. Meeting Seonghwa downstairs in the living room, you find him looking outside at the pool again. "Do you want to go swim?" you raise your brow.

He did. As you stand on the side with your folder over your head to shield your eyes from the morning sun despite spring only having begun, Seonghwa's having the time of his life fooling around in the water. The sun does calm down though and you put your folder down to look at your watch. Still a bunch of time left before you have to part ways again. Instead of sitting down on one of the chairs, you choose to continue standing, observing as your shirtless new boytoy has fun in your pool. In the middle of watching him however, you wonder if he told any of his group mates that he was going to be gone for this long.

Eventually, time comes and you have to bid your temporary farewells. "Seonghwa." "Hm?" "I have work today, therefore i'll have to go and so will you. Thank you for last night and the other night." you smile. "Let me drive you there." he says, splashing the water around him as he jumps to your feet. "Huh? Oh, that won't be necessary. Yujun should be here any minute now—" "I want to spend more time with you." You stare at him blankly, genuinely surprised to hear the words that came out of his mouth. Needless to say, you agree and call Yujun to tell him that a friend would be driving you to work today instead.

While he drives, you ponder giving him the directions to the quickest shortcut you know from your home to your office. But he did say that he wanted to spend more time with you. Despite that, you both barely say anything during the drive there. While you were looking through the window, Seonghwa would look at you with a certain gaze.

When you finally get there, you get out of the car and take a single step forward before looking back at him. Before you leave, you crawl back inside for a brief moment to kiss him again. With that, you both go back to your own lives.

You happen to be right on time, getting off the elevator at the exact time that you're supposed to be here. As you walk to your personal office, you greet everyone as you usually do. Like any normal day, you hear small chatter amongst your coworkers, but you never pay any mind to it since it's their business. Sometimes you eavesdrop just a tiny bit to hear what the goods are. As you put your hand on the door however, a woman approaches you.

"Hello! You must be Mrs. L/N, right?" People randomly approaching you isn't anything new, especially if it's a new employee. "Yes. That's me, may I help you with anything?" you answer, facing her completely. "Oh, Mr. Nam hasn't introduced me to you yet! I'm Song Mira!" she grins, extending her hand out to you. Mr. Nam. Nam Daeho. Your husband? You slowly nod and shake her hand. Surely there's other men with the surname Nam in your department who have some sort of obligation to introduce people to you. "I see. What brings you here? The day has just started." "Oh, actually, your husband and I have been great friends for quite some time now—" What? You know all of your husband's friends whether they be close or mere acquaintances. But, you give yourself the benefit of the doubt; surely, they must not talk too often if he hasn't thought of introducing her to you first. "Are you okay, miss? You look—" "I.. I'm fine. Apologies, continue." "As I was saying, Mr. Nam wanted me to tell you that he'll be away for a trip for the next entire month." As suspicious as this would be had your relationship been any healthier than it isn't, you know that your husband couldn't care less to let you be the one to know first, that's just how it goes for you two. He'll let a random stranger on the street know where he's going and when he'll be back before he tells you upfront, instead he sends people or texts to relay the message. Therefore, you brush it off and thank Mira for informing you.

The bright young lady skips off and you enter your office. You may have seemed cool about it, but inside you were still fretting about the relationship between that woman and Daeho. All sorts of thoughts, fears, and scenarios play out in your head as you try to keep it together. Your fingers curl at the thought that Daeho did already beat you to the punch of infidelity. You may be no better, but at least you didn't do it out of nothing but pure lust. As you type away on your desktop, you can feel your teeth pinching the flesh of your thumb and your sight becoming blurrier despite you finally having your glasses. The pain of your teeth puncturing your thumb is completely discarded as you press hard on one key, ruining the thing you were working on as the letter 'y' fills your screen in rapid fire speed. Rather than making a fool out of yourself by bringing the issue to your husband and accidentally misunderstanding the situation, your mind immediately flies to how to solve this. Collecting yourself again, your inhale deeply and breathe. You select all the extra y's you accidentally spammed, delete them, and continue working.

Do you file for divorce? Do you ignore it altogether? Do you use Seonghwa as a spy? No, no, and no... Those all have ways that they could end up going horribly. Like a faint red light slowly dying the landscape of your mind, something suggests itself to you. It's immoral, perhaps even more immoral than infidelity. Murder. There'll be no one to embarrass or take anything away from you if they're dead. Out of the picture. But of course, you can't just stab or shoot him and get rid of the corpse. You have to make sure that absolutely nobody tries to take revenge or matters into their own hands—whether it be that girl or the authorities. You are not willing to let your coveted lifestyle fall into the hands of another. The cards all fell into place for you to have your affair, so surely, it'll all fall into place for you to murder your husband. Unlike other murderers, you will walk out of this the same person—unscathed. Finally having calmed down, you continue working.

Seonghwa on the other hand comes home to his concerned group members. Remembering his faulty excuse last night, he stands in front of the table. "Seonghwa. What were you actually doing those past two nights?" Hongjoong asks. "I was with a friend." he answers, feigning innocence. "But you most definitely were not at their place." "Technically I was." he hums, fixing his hair. This is out of character for him, they know. He's a softball, a cute and kind person in front of the fans. He also has his dorky parts, but he's not what he's presenting to the other members of ATEEZ.

"You know our company doesn't have strict rules on dating, why would you keep this a secret from us?" Yunho questions, although what happens is his privacy, the way he went on about it seemed like he was hiding something crucial. "She's married." That sentence alone renders all of them speechless. "Y-you're joking, right? You're not actually having an affair with a married lady, are you?" Wooyoung stutters in disbelief. To add fuel to the fire, Seonghwa adds on, "It's the wife of a man who owns a property management company." "Seonghwa, you can't be serious! You'll be getting into serious trouble not just with that man for getting involved with his wife!" Hongjoong argues, but ultimately, the look on Seonghwa's face tells that there is no convincing him out of it. With a heavy sigh, the leader buries his face in his hand. "I guess you better be prepared to make sure that absolutely nobody else finds out about this if you don't want to give her up." The others exchange glances before turning to their eldest, who knows very well what he's getting into. Whether or not they'll help cover for him is still something they'll have to debate amongst themselves.

Your work day ends at 6:30 P.M, as the sun starts to go down and the sky is a cold shade of light blue, you tell Yujun over the phone that you'll walk home today. As you walk down the shortcut with a dull expression on your face, knowing what you will now be conspiring and how you'll plan it, a familiar car stops by. The window rolls down, and for the first time today, you smile. Seonghwa drives you home. Once you get there, you sit on the couch and let him linger for a bit. Before he greets you another goodbye and walks for the door however, you ask him to stay. "I have good news for you, star." you tell him, and he turns around to hear what it is. "My husband's not going to be here for the whole month."

His lips curl up, and he lets out a small breathy laugh. This just got even better.

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 fatalistickiss

AUTHOR'S SECTION ; Hello! nir eahc chae rin here and I just wanted to say if you're reading this then thank you for checking out this fic. I have other things to do and originally this was an au for my ocs but then I decided to tweak it a little and make it a fic for one of those said ocs' face claim. Of course, there's more to it than just a simple face claim, I for one have been a huge shinestar since 2020 and although I sorta dipped from the fandom, I still have a lot of love for these boys. This was so fun to write because well the au's been brewing in my head for how long now considering how many fics I see focusing on the woman that the man is cheating with rather than a woman doing the cheating and although infidelity is something that I am very obviously against, I had to feed myself some of that taboo stuff as well,, Anyhow, ty for reading and if you're going to repost then please credit me @fatalistickiss!