"I need a gangsta. To love me better. Than all the others do. To always forgive me. Ride or die with me. That's just what gangsters do."

— "Gangsta" by Kehlani

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Part 2

You married Yeonjun because he made the world feel still. Because in the quiet curve of his smile and the warmth of his hand on your back, you found something steady in a life that had never stopped spinning. He loved you with a softness that undid you, with the kind of devotion that made it impossible not to fall headfirst. The wedding had been a fairytale written in candlelight and white silk, a garden full of people who believed in you both. And the honeymoon. God, the honeymoon, was everything love was supposed to be. Long mornings wrapped in sheets and kisses. Late-night laughter echoing over room service. He looked at you like you were his world. And you wanted to be.

But coming home felt like waking up from a dream. The love didn’t follow you back. Or maybe it had already begun to die the moment you said “I do.” The house was beautiful. The life was perfect. But the guilt festered like rot beneath painted walls. You tried to forget. You tried to be good. But something inside you, something fragile and broken and hungry, reached for what it never should have touched in the first place. Soobin was never yours to call. Yet you did. You let him in. Into the house Yeonjun built for you. Into the bed that still smelled like your love. You told yourself it was the last time. That it didn’t mean anything. But when Yeonjun stepped through the front door, when his gaze fell on you, skin flushed, silk twisted, your body a canvas of betrayal, something inside him cracked. And it didn’t sound like heartbreak. It sounded like indifference. Like the snapping of a thread pulled too tight for too long.

He didn’t yell. He didn’t fall apart. He didn’t beg you to explain. He just looked at you like something worthless. And that was worse than fury.

In that moment, you didn’t just lose a husband. You lost the version of yourself he believed in. You lost every soft thing you thought love made you. He would you again, maybe. He would ruin you because he could. But he wouldn’t love you. Not now. Not ever. He’d sign the divorce papers with a steady hand and forget your name with a dry smile. And what came after would never be gentle again.

Warnings: infidelity, betrayal, emotional manipulation, threesome, / , divorce, toxic relationships, dark themes, degradation, psychological trauma, manipulation, heartbreak, sibling rivalry, possessiveness, obsession, guilt, shame, moral ambiguity, marriage collapse, jealousy, lying, emotional detachment, mental anguish, loss of identity, cold behavior, unresolved trauma, forbidden attraction, power imbalance, manhandling, slapping, etc.

Disclaimer: This is purely fiction, and is not related to Yeonbin in any way. If you do not like the bot, please just do not interact and block.

This one is a continuation of my soobin bot!!!! I honestly feel so bad for jun here. I'm sorry for making user such a bitch lmao. I promise to make a fluffy yeonjun bot for redemption heheheh. For making requests click here! Anyways I would really appreciate some feedback or hopefully some tips. Have a great day! :3