Y/N's POV:

This day was turning out to be an amazing one. First with Jungkook and establishing that we both felt closer than co-workers. We were friends.

Friends.

I had to keep telling myself that. He treated me amazingly and now I understood him a bit better. As big as he was, as intimidating as he was, as confident and in charge as he was, Jungkook was afraid of what women thought of him. That's why he felt as if he couldn't be around them very well.

It was cute actually.

I was glad we had gotten that figured out though. Now, he had asked me to run to the store and pick up some popcorn and wine so we could watch a movie tonight. I smiled at the thought. I had already grabbed the popcorn from the store, but the wine he loved was apparently at this vineyard not far from where I was at. I had never been in one before, but I didn't mind going to pick it up.

Jungkook had said he was going to head over and check on Jimin real quick while I did so. I was worried about him too and hoped that Jungkook would come home with good news of him feeling better.

I got out of the car that Jungkook let me borrow and I locked it. Purse in hand I walked in towards the Winery place and headed in.

I got instantly hit with dim lighting with a romantic feel to it. It wasn't exactly my taste, but it was nice. The main lobby was huge, followed by a side hallway to head towards the restaurant portion of it. I didn't even want to imagine the price of that meal.

Caramel colored marble flooring clicked under me as I walked forward with my flip flops. I looked around, taking in all the beautiful décor. Golds and silver décor were everywhere. Tables off to the side looked like the queen herself had them specially made for her chambers. A large red carpet lead me towards the front where a gentleman smile at me, but I could see the judgement in his eyes as he scanned me attire.

"Welcome, what can I do for you?"

"Oh yes, I came to pick up a bottle of wine."

"Oh?" he raised a brow. "What kind would that be?."

I froze. Oh no! What kind was it again!? He had told me and I had memorized it and everything! Yet, it was in a different language, which I wasn't really good at keeping track of. Shit.

"It's um... Well, just a moment, I forgot the name. I'll just call my husb-"

"It's Jeon's normal." a sudden dainty woman's voice spoke beside me. "Bianco Toscano."

I looked towards this unknown woman and was instantly intimidated.

She was gorgeous.

Tall, slender shoulders and a tiny waist. Her clothes looked to be made of pure money with her dress coming down to right above her thigh. Her breasts were perky and half showing as her dress was made to hug them tightly. Her legs were toned, her feet in ungodly painful high heels. Her face was sharp but mesmerizing. Her lips were full, her dirty blonde hair was pulled back into a elaborate bun, her makeup done to perfection and her eye lashes were longer than I had ever seen before.

She looked like a fucking goddess.

I tried to hide my insecurities, and looked at her with curiosity, then turned towards the man who nodded without question and went into the back to get it. I sighed and looked at her once more. Taller than me, she looked down at me with narrowed eyes.

"Thank you." I told her.

"Don't thank me." she quickly corrected. Her voice was sharp and clipped. "So you are Jungkook's new whore then?"

"Excuse me!?" I glared. Did this woman have a grudge against me? I've never met her- Then it hit me.

"Jiyeon?"

Her eyes grew in delight. "Ahh, so he still talks about me, huh?" She laughed and grinned. Finally after a moment of reeling in her own joy, she looked back at me and crossed her arms, pushing her breasts up even more.

"Too bad he's wasting his time on someone like you." her eyes scanned my body up and down, me still only wearing my jeans, flip flops, cami and zip up sweatshirt over it.

"Pathetic, really."

Okay, if I had thought that I hated her from what Jungkook  had told me, meeting her in person was way worse.

"Who the hell do you think you are talking to me like that!? You have no idea who I am, or where I come from. Just because I don't use people, like Jungkook, to get expensive clothing and fake hair doesn't mean I'm pathetic!"

Her eyes turned cold as they narrowed at me. I still felt small under her gaze, but didn't let that make me stumble. Yet...

I never really did well with really intense personalities.

Jiyeon  leaned over, her face closer to mine so that she didn't have to raise her voice. Damn, if looks could kill.

"You have no idea who you are involved with, girl. You're just a simple woman. Well, you're in over your head darling. Do you even know how he likes his women? Tall, pretty, presentable.
He likes you skinny and well dressed. He expects you to be picture worthy beside him.
Do you not see all the women who fall over him like he's a god? Try waking up everyday and having to live up to those standards and having him treat you like you aren't anything more than a roommate."

I froze, taking in all the words she said.

"Jungkook isn't like that-"

"Ha!" she scoffed. "Says you, who's know him for how long? A month at most? Sorry to burst your bubble darling, but I've lived with that man for three years! I know him better than you ever will."

I hated it, but I couldn't argue with that statement. She had lived with him longer, and would know him better than I ever would.

Was Jungkook putting on a front for me? To make me feel better about the situation? Did he lie to me earlier?

The man suddenly came back and Jiyeon reached down and pulled out a credit card from her small expensive purse.

"Here, put it on this."

she handed it to him and he charged it. Then with a final glance as if done with me, she grinned once again.

"A gift to the newlyweds. It's the least I can do. Give my
regards to my former lover, would you?"

"Go to hell." I spat, furious.

I wanted away from her, far, far away. I turned and darted as fast as my feet could carry me without looking like I was running away from her. I didn't even bother to grab the damn bottle of wine. Hell, I would prefer to smash it at her feet and then thank her for the shitty drink. Or stab my eyes out with it.

But alas, no matter how angry I was at that woman I wouldn't resort to such foolish behavior. I was better than that, even if she wasn't.

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Jungkook's POV:

Jimin was doing better, thank goodness. He even mentioned being back to work on monday and for that I was grateful. Y/N was doing an amazing job and all, but I didn't want to take the chance of overworking her again. She seemed to be feeling better after getting a good night of rest, so I didn't want to push her more than necessary.

I finally made it back and clicked open the door with my key. I saw that Y/N was home by my car being back in the garage. I hope she didn't have any problems with the small errands.

Ha! What was I saying? Y/N? Having problems?

I stepped in the house and closed the door behind me. Silence immediately filled my ears and I turned to see Y/N from the kitchen.

She stood there, looking down at her half empty beer in her delicate hands. I felt myself grow concerned at the way she held a blank stare and the way she didn't greet me as I came in. Did something happen?
Earlier she was happy and smiling more and I really didn't like seeing her like this. I found myself wanting her to look up and to see her smile once again, if even only for a moment.

I walked forward and sat down my keys and wallet in it's usual spot on the table. Although I was right in front of her, she didn't even move to look at me.

Oh something wasn't right.

I cleared my throat and quickly thought of something to say.

"Jimin is feeling better. He said he'd be back on Monday too."

Her shoulders relaxed slightly at the news. I frowned at her reaction. Did she miss him or something?

Was she that worried about him? Was there something more that they shared since I wasn't able to see them together every second of the day?

"I'm glad to hear that. It will be good to have him back again." Her voice was soft, almost dream like. Or at least I thought it sounded like that.

"You miss him or something?" I asked a bit more sharply than I should have. Damn, I'm not sure why I was feeling the way I was in my stomach when I thought of them two together, but I couldn't stop it.
They had shared who knows how many smiles, laughs and time alone and I for one, didn't like it.

Her eyes shot up and studied me closely as if I had sprouted two heads. Then, she frowned.

"Does it matter?"

No, it really didn't, but yes, it really did. I felt myself narrow my eyes at her.

"I can't have my wife acting scandalous towards my assistant."

I instantly saw hurt and fire spark behind her grey eyes, actually making me feel a bit guilty for accusing her of such a thing. Then as if to add to my guilt, Y/N threw the beer bottle back against her lips and finished it off, and sat it down on the counter.
My eyes followed her small body as she came around the counter and stood only inches from me. Her grey eyes found mine as she tilted her head up.

"Do you find me pretty?" she asked, throwing any train of thought of mine out the window. I froze.
I could feel my stomach knot up and honestly I didn't
know what to say.
Why was she suddenly asking such a strange and intimate question?! What changed from this morning that would cause her to be drinking and questioning me so?

My mind raced at the different possibilities, all of which couldn't be possible. I stood my ground, and as I searched for something to say, a thought came to my mind.

Of course.

I swallowed hard and ran my hand through my hair.

"What has gotten into you, Y/N?" I tried to shrug off the uncomfortable feeling I gathered as I tried to figure out the best way to ask her.

"Are you-Uh..." I cleared my throat and shifted my weight onto my other leg.

"Is it... that womanly time?"

Her face grew with confusion, but then suddenly her eyes went wide.

"You mean my period?! You think I'm on my period!?" she sighed. "Who the hell gave you that idea?"

With her arms crossing over her chest, I tried to stay calm at her attacking form. Although my voice still came out a bit clipped.

"The fact that you are drinking and attacking me with crazy questions out of the blue would be one way I would think that way."

I followed suit and crossed my own arms across my chest, her slowly backing down.

"Everything seemed fine this morning."

Her expression changed once again, to one more of sadness and dread than anything else.

"A lot has changed since then."

"Enlighten me." I demanded lightly. I didn't appreciate her doing this, especially after all was well this morning. Plus, it made me a bit worried about her.

Was everything okay with her?

Sighing once again she folded and her tone softened.

"A few beers, for starters."

I raised a brow. "You drank that much already?" I asked, surprised. She hadn't touched that much alcohol since we first met and got into this whole mess.

Her hair, loose and falling over her shoulders in defiance in staying tame caught my focus for a moment as she turned and looked away.

"Y/N." I pressed.

"I won't know the problem unless you tell me."

Her rare grey eyes slowly moved towards the corners of her eyes to look at me without moving her head.

"I met Jiyeon." A brick fell into my stomach.

And if it couldn't get worse, she added more. "And Namjoon called me."

That whore and that bastard were both trying to get to her!? I felt a burning anger start to rise inside my chest.

"What happened?! What did they say!?" I asked forcefully. They were trying to play with fire, and I sure as hell would make sure they got burned.

She didn't deserve anything they had to offer her.

Groaning in annoyance, Y/N threw her head back and then ran her hand over her face.

"Jiyeon tried to give me a inside perspective on what it's like to live with you." I was confused as she pulled her head upright and laughed bitterly at the memory.

"How can someone so beautiful be so ugly?"

Well, that was a very accurate statement. One I found I would need to use again sometime.

Her expression instantly faded to one of pain and torture.

"And Namjoon wants to see me."

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Y/N's POV:

Even with a few beers in me, I could see how Jungkook's body stiffened at the mention of both Jiyeon and Namjoon. Yet, it was the mention of what Namjoon wanted that made him more frustrated.

Hmm... Interesting.

Yes, after I had gotten back from that horrible experience with my husband's Ex, I found my phone ringing. I almost didn't look at the caller ID and answered it, thinking it might be Jungkook, but I glanced last minute to see Namjoon's name displayed.

I felt my heart beat faster at the sight. Namjoon.. why was he calling me!?

I admit, I was too much of a coward to answer the call. A part of me wanted to hear his voice and see what he wanted, yet my heart wouldn't and couldn't handle anymore pain. I ended up ignoring the call, only to receive a voicemail. Now that, I found I couldn't ignore.

I had listened to it and had cried at the sound of his voice. The man I loved was calling me... and he wanted to see me. He sounded like he was in sorrow and regret for how we last saw each other. Yet all he mentioned was seeing me. That he really wanted to see me.

Now that had drove me over the edge. I had quickly found the beer in the fridge and helped myself to half a case. That's when Jungkook came home and found me. So many emotions and thoughts ran through my head as I saw him and it was hard to concentrate with the alcohol swimming in my low tolerance body.

Surprisingly, the first thing I felt with him here was relief. Safety.

And a bit of... joy?

Yeah, let's forget about that one.

Jiyeon had thrown me off slightly. Namjoon had thrown me off the edge. Tate had grabbed me and steadied me.

Why did he affect me so? God! Why couldn't I think straight!? I mean, I just asked Jungkook if he thought I was pretty!? I mean, of course he didn't! Any affection was for show, to make it more pleasant to get through this! Plus, he had wanted to marry Jiyeon, had asked her, not me.

She was beautiful. I was not.

"Y/N." Jungkook's deep and scruffy voice pulled me from my drowning thoughts. His face was hard and a bit cold, and yet I saw worry sketched across his face as his beautiful brown eyes studied me. I felt heat rise to my cheeks and I frowned. I hated how he did that. Made me feel all strange under his intense eyes.

"What?" I asked softly. I didn't have the energy to fight anymore.

He didn't answer right away, so I stayed silent myself and waited. Finally, it came.

"Do you want to see him?"

I found the question a bit strange, especially since he sounded so... desperate. Such a big, strong man sounding desperate? Yet his body stayed solid and standing tall.
His body and face were like stone. Only his tone of voice betrayed him. I felt my shoulders lift and fall.

"I don't know what I want anymore."

"That's comforting."

"Well, what do you expect from me!?"

I threw my hands up, not feeling like myself.

"I love a man that doesn't love me back! And here I am being attacked by some beautiful, ugly woman who clearly still wants her nails dug into you, and I'm married to you-"

I took a step closer to him, actually finding myself pressed against him. His eyes grew dark. I didn't remember being that close a moment before. Damn, the alcohol really was getting to me.

"Am I really that horrible to be married to?" he asked coldly. I shivered.

"I don't know. Apparently I don't know you well enough. Are you planning on making me change?" I pressed, feeling hotter as I felt his hard body against me.

He was so tall... so large... so rough.

"Am I skinny enough for you? Am I pretty enough? Or should I go on a diet? Maybe lose a few pounds? Workout? What do I need to do to make sure you stay happy!?"

I asked bitterly letting my loose tongue get the best of me.

His eyes flashed with a moment of hurt, but then instantly went back to their cold, icy look. I wanted to flinch under those cold eyes.

"Leave."

A knife went straight through my heart. It was as if a thousand pounds of weight came and hit me with a single blow. He wanted me to leave?

What have I done?