5 - Lost in her shadow

Soyoon has changed since that night. She clings to me, kisses me, and reaches for me every evening, craving my touch. It's clear that our threesome was a positive experience for her—since then, instead of arguing, she's focused entirely on me. She smiles more, touches me more, and acts like the woman I first married.

On the other hand... I'm completely lost.

No matter where I am or what I'm doing, I keep reliving that night over and over again. Or, more specifically—the part where Soyoon had already fallen asleep beside us.

Since then, every time I'm with my wife, I can only enjoy it if I think about her. Which, honestly, isn't hard, because Y/n is all I see in my mind. Her touch, her voice, her gaze, her scent, her taste...

Soyoon has never made me feel this way. No one has.

It's been a week, and I still can't accept that I'll never see or feel Y/n again.

I just got home from work—not only that, but I also went to the gym after. Once I finish showering, I pull on a clean pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt, then slide into bed next to Soyoon. She turns to me with sad eyes.

"I thought we were having dinner together tonight."

I sigh and pull her into my arms, kissing her forehead. "I'm sorry. I didn't know you were waiting. I went to work out since I haven't had time lately. We can do it tomorrow?"

"We'll see." She smiles at me, but her fingers trail up under my shirt.

I quickly grab her hand before she can go any further. "Not now. I had a long day, and the gym exhausted me."

She stares at me for a few seconds, then wordlessly gets out of bed, grabs her pillow, and heads for the door.

"Soyoon, where are you going?" I ask, already exhausted by the situation.

"To the guest room," she says without looking back. "Maybe I won't be rejected there. If you change your mind, you know where to find me."

I let out a slow breath. "Baby, come on, don't be like this—"

"No, Jungkook." She turns around and finally looks at me, her eyes burning with frustration. "I had a long day, too. But you wouldn't know that, would you? Because you never ask. I got home thirty minutes before you—not from the gym, because I didn't have time for that—but from work. I rushed home to cook dinner for my husband. The same man who never even showed up at the table tonight."

Damn it.

She's right. I barely know anything about her days anymore.

I run a hand through my hair. "I'm sorry, I'll do better—"

"No, Jungkook. I'm tired of promises. I'm tired of always being the one who tries first. If you want me—fight for us."

She leaves the room before I can even respond, closing the door behind her.

I lean back against the pillows and exhale.

Maybe therapy would have been a better idea than a threesome.