HER SISTER'S HUSBAND 2

LET'S CONTINUE FROM WHERE I LEFT.....

AUTHOR'S POV

A single lamp burned in the Kim family library, its amber glow barely reaching the paneled walls. The storm outside rattled a loose window latch, the wind threading rain-mist through a hairline gap. Namjoon stood with one shoulder against a bookcase, arms folded, watching the door. YN perched on the arm of a leather chair, knees drawn tight to her chest, every sense tuned to the creak of Seokjin's footsteps in the hall.

When the eldest brother finally stepped inside he wore effortless calm-dark slacks, open collar, hair mussed as if he'd only just left bed. He closed the door with a quiet click and gave them both an innocent tilt of his head.

"Why the clandestine summons?" he asked, amusement warming his baritone. "If Mother sees the three of us huddled together after midnight she'll assume stock prices are crashing."

Namjoon didn't smile. "Cut the theatre, hyung. You know why we called you."

Seokjin's brows lifted. "Actually, I don't." He crossed to the bar trolley, poured himself a finger of whiskey, let the silence thicken. "Should I?"

YN watched him swirl the glass, the amber catching lamplight like liquid gold. He's stalling, she thought-giving himself time to gauge how much they knew. She rose, brushing invisible lint from her nightdress, and stepped into his peripheral vision.

"It's about Haeri," she said softly.

That earned a subtle twitch at the corner of Seokjin's mouth, a micro-expression gone as soon as it surfaced. "My sister-in-law," he answered, feigning mild interest. "What of her?"

Namjoon straightened off the bookcase, walked closer until only the coffee table separated them. "Your lover," he corrected, voice flat. "Don't bother denying it. We've both heard the guest-wing door at odd hours, seen the bruises she tries to hide with concealer." A beat. "And before you ask, neither of us cares. In fact, we need it."

Seokjin set the glass down-carefully, noiselessly-then clasped his hands behind his back. "You 'need' my illicit affair?" he echoed, letting out a low, incredulous laugh. "Joon-ah, have you been drinking my private reserve?"

YN moved to Namjoon's side, gaze locked on Seokjin. "We need Haeri to fall for you completely, Jin-oppa. Enough that she files for divorce." She inhaled once, steadying nerves. "If she ends the marriage, my parents lose the moral high ground. They'll grant me permission to marry Namjoon without scandal."

For a heartbeat Seokjin's face was unreadable, then amusement resurfaced-cool, practiced. "You two expect me to become Haeri's knight in shining armor so you can parade down an altar? Romantic, but I'll pass. Cleaning up after younger sibling isn't in my job description."

He turned as if to leave. Namjoon's voice cracked through the hush like a whip. "If you walk out, hyung, I'll start behaving like Haeri's husband again." He stepped forward, lowering his tone to a threat wrapped in velvet. "She still blushes when I brush her hand, you know. A few attentive nights, a public display of affection or two, and she'll be too dizzy to remember you exist."

The words hit home. Seokjin's shoulders froze. He pivoted slowly, a flash of genuine anger bleeding through the playful mask. "Touch her and you'll discover how thin brotherly patience can be," he said, each syllable lined with steel.

"Then stop pretending," Namjoon replied, heat simmering behind his calm. "Help us, and Haeri becomes yours openly, without fear of gossip or parental backlash. Keep playing innocent, and I remind her what being a wife means."

YN watched the tension stretch like over-tight wire. She slipped between them, fingers brushing Seokjin's sleeve in quiet appeal. "Oppa, none of us wants war. We only want truth in the open. Haeri loves you already-she's just terrified to shatter her perfect-daughter façade. If you hold her hand, guide her to admit it, everybody wins."

Seokjin searched her face-little sister by affection if not by blood, eyes too earnest for midnight conspiracies. His anger cooled into wary calculation. "And when the papers are signed? You two marry, Haeri and I go public, and the parents forgive everyone?"

YN gave a small, rueful smile. "Our parents forgive success, not sin. If the new arrangements look prosperous, they'll swallow the shame."

He exhaled, glanced at the whiskey he'd abandoned, then pushed it aside untasted. "Fine. I'll help-but on my terms. No reckless stunts that make Haeri the villain. She's still my woman; I won't let society shred her reputation."

Namjoon inclined his head. "Agreed. We want a clean exit, not a scandal."

Seokjin's gaze darted between the two of them. "One more thing-if this blows up, I was blackmailed." A faint grin returned. "And threatened with marital privileges I'd rather not picture. Namjoon, you truly are vicious when cornered."

Namjoon's mouth curved in the ghost of a smile. "Desperation breeds creativity, hyung."

He extended a hand. Seokjin eyed it, then clasped forearms in a silent pact. When their grip parted, YN felt a seismic shift beneath the mansion's polished calm: three secret hearts aligned against the facade of family virtue.

Outside, thunder rolled a final time and the rain began to ease, but inside the library a storm had only just found its perfect shape.

---

The curtains swayed gently in the late-night breeze, whispering secrets against the glass as Namjoon closed the door to the guest bedroom behind him.

YN was already sitting on the bed, legs crossed, her hair loose and wild around her shoulders. The silk strap of her nightgown had fallen down one shoulder, exposing the smooth curve of her collarbone - and the faint purple mark he'd left there nights ago.

Her eyes met his, slow and heavy, like she'd been waiting hours just for this moment.

"Did you see them?" she asked, voice low, a faint smirk playing on her lips.

Namjoon nodded, walking toward her without breaking eye contact. "He held her like she was glass." His tone dripped with irony. "She was already breaking."

YN laughed softly. "Good." But there was a hint of something else behind the word - something sharp and possessive.

Namjoon sat beside her, fingers brushing her bare thigh, slow and deliberate. "That look on your face," he murmured, "I haven't seen it since the night you told me you wanted me... even if it meant stealing your sister's life."

YN tilted her head, lips parting just slightly. "It was never hers," she whispered, leaning closer. "She just took what I wanted. Like always."

He didn't reply. He just cupped the side of her face and kissed her.

It wasn't gentle.

It was the kind of kiss born from weeks of silence, of secret glances across dinner tables, of sleeping beside the wrong person and dreaming of the right one. His mouth crashed into hers, all tongue and hunger, pulling her into his lap as she gasped against him.

YN wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers digging into his shoulders as his hands roamed down her back, gripping her like he needed to feel she was real. She broke the kiss only to let her teeth sink into his lower lip - punishing, teasing - then kissed the sting away.

"You're angry," Namjoon breathed, his forehead pressed to hers, voice ragged.

"Of course I am," she panted, tugging at the hem of his shirt. "I watched you marry her."

Namjoon pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside, then pushed her down against the pillows, hovering over her, his gaze dark and full of fire.

"And now?" he asked, sliding one hand up her thigh, inching under the thin fabric of her gown. "Still angry?"

YN arched her back as his fingers brushed her bare skin. "Angry... and yours."

That was all it took.

His mouth descended on her neck, kissing down to the spot just above her chest - the place she always let him mark, the place she never covered. He sucked the skin until it bloomed violet, then bit gently, making her moan.

YN's hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, guiding his mouth exactly where she wanted it. Her legs wrapped around his waist, drawing him against her, and when he pressed down, both of them let out a sound - half growl, half need.

Namjoon whispered against her skin, "She'll be gone soon. And when she is..."

"I'm not waiting," YN cut in, pulling him up to look into his eyes. "You're mine already. I won't pretend otherwise."

---

Namjoon pushes you against the wall, his hands cupping your ass possessively. He lifts you up slightly, making your legs wrap around his waist. "Baby..." He growls softly, capturing your lips in a deep kiss. His tongue slides in hungrily, exploring your mouth thoroughly.

Your tongues clash and tangle together aggressively. Namjoon moans deeply as your tongue fights for dominance. He smirks slightly, your competitive nature turning him on. He pulls back briefly to bite your lip softly before shoving his tongue back in to deepen the kiss.

"Holy shit..." Namjoon mutters softly as you suck his tongue like a dick. His grip tightens on your ass, pulling you closer. Your suction makes him harder, his mind filled with dirty thoughts. He groans loudly as you suck harder, his mind going blank.

"Fuck, baby..." Namjoon gasps as you bite his collarbone, leaving a hickey. His dick is rock hard now, pressing against your stomach. He kisses down to your neck, sucking and nibbling to mark you too. His hands squeeze your ass tightly, lifting you up slightly.

Namjoon turns on the shower, letting the warm water cascade down his muscular body. He pulls you in with him, pressing you against the cold tile wall. His hands roam over your soaked skin as he kisses you deeply under the streaming water. His hard cock presses urgently against your stomach. "Turn around,"

You turn around slowly, pressing your ass against his hard length. He spreads your legs slightly with his foot, his hands sliding down to your hips possessively. "Damn..." He mutters softly, watching water run down your back. He spreads your cheeks slightly, pressing his tip against your entrance without pushing in.

Namjoon kneels down behind you, spreading your cheeks wider. He bites one cheek softly, then harder, leaving a deep hickey. He then does the same to the other cheek, making you yelp. He spreads your cheeks again, spanking each cheek softly before parting them wide open.

"Look at that beautiful pussy..." Namjoon mutters softly, spitting on your hole. He spreads your cheeks wider, watching water trickle down your crack. He presses his face closer, running his tongue up your crack slowly before flicking it over your hole.

Namjoon growls softly at your moan, his tongue delving deeper into your hole. He sucks on your tight ring of muscle, making you gasp. Suddenly, he stands up and slaps his hard cock against your soaked pussy. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard, baby..."

Namjoon's hands grip your hips tightly as he presses the tip of his thick cock against your entrance. He looks down, watching as the hot water mixes with your juices, making everything slippery. "You're so fucking wet, baby..."

Namjoon pushes his hips forward, slowly sliding his cock inside you inch by inch. He watches his length disappear into your tight pussy, groaning loudly. He pulls out slightly before slamming back in hard, making you cry out. He fucks you roughly under the shower spray.

"AHHHHHH......BABY","Fuck yeah, baby..." Namjoon grunts, his hips slapping against your ass with each thrust. The sound of wet skin against wet skin mixes with the sound of the shower. He reaches around, grabbing your breasts and squeezing them hard while he fucks you deeply.

Namjoon's thrusts become more urgent and deeper. The water from the shower cascades down his back and onto yours, making everything slick and slippery. He leans forward slightly, changing the angle so that he hits your G-spot perfectly with each thrust. "Goddamn," he groans loudly.

"Your pussy's making these sexy noises..." Namjoon growls softly, watching as your pussy swallows his length. He spreads your cheeks wider, going deeper. He pulls out slightly then slams back in hard, making your breasts bounce. "Damn, baby..."

"Fuck yeah, keep making those noises..." Namjoon's pace quickens, his hips moving like a piston. He lifts one of your legs up higher on the wall, opening you wider and going even deeper. The head of his cock hits your spot with each thrust, making you scream loudly.

"Fuck, your tight pussy's strangling my cock..." He grips your leg tighter, fucking you harder and deeper. The sounds of skin slapping against skin and your wet pussy are filling the shower. He reaches around with one hand and finds your clit, circling it roughly.

Namjoon hears your cries and it only turns him on more. He leans down, biting your shoulder softly while continuing to fuck you deeply. "Baby, I love how you sound when I fuck you," he growls, his voice husky with lust. He rubs your clit faster and harder.

"AHHHHHH....NAMJOON THERE","Right there, baby? That's it..." He fucks you harder and faster, his cock throbbing inside you. The combination of his thrusts and the pressure on your clit sends you over the edge. You scream out as your pussy clenches around him, milking him through your orgasm. "Fuck!"

Namjoon feels your pussy pulsing around his cock and it's too much for him to handle. With a loud groan, he buries himself deep inside you and comes hard, filling your pussy with his hot seed. He stays buried inside while both of you catch your breath under the shower.

---

Steam curled around the bathroom like a secret, clinging to mirrors and fogging the tiles. YN sat quietly in the tub, her legs tucked beneath the warm water, eyes fluttering shut as Namjoon gently poured water over her shoulders.

His touch was unhurried now. Not lustful, not rushed. Just... careful. Reverent.

"Too hot?" he asked softly, brushing wet strands of hair away from her face.

She shook her head slowly. "It's perfect."

He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. "You were shaking earlier," he murmured.

"You break me every time," she whispered back.

A soft laugh rumbled in his throat. "Then let me put you back together."

His fingers trailed down her spine, massaging warmth into her muscles. He washed her arms, her back, the inside of her wrists. She let him. Let herself feel owned in the gentlest way.

When she stood, water dripping from her skin, Namjoon wrapped her in a towel like she was something sacred - kissed the space above her heart and carried her back to bed.

---

The Next Morning

The call came during breakfast.

Haeri didn't speak much-just looked down at her barely touched plate and said, "I'll be filing the divorce papers by noon."

Silence stretched across the table like a shroud. YN's mother dropped her spoon. Namjoon froze. YN blinked once, slowly, and then lowered her eyes to hide the faint curve of her lips.

"Are you sure, Haeri?" their father asked, stunned.

"Yes," Haeri replied softly, not meeting anyone's eyes. "This marriage wasn't built on love. It was just... convenience. And it's not working."

Their mother's voice cracked with shame. "You want a divorce after only a month? Do you know what this means for our reputation? For-"

"I agree with her," Namjoon interrupted, his voice calm but firm. "We've discussed it already. So with all due respect... don't question your daughter in front of me, mother-in-law."

That silenced the room.

Even Haeri looked up, eyes wide.

He continued, "This is mutual. There's no villain here. Just people who made the wrong choice at the wrong time."

Haeri stood slowly, smoothing her kurti. "I'll leave after lunch. I've packed my bags."

As she walked away, her steps were slow but steady. No tears. Just a heavy peace.

---

Later That Night -

Namjoon, YN, and Seokjin met in the garden under the moonlight.

"She actually did it," YN whispered, stunned.

"She did," Namjoon replied, his arm wrapped tight around her waist. "And now nothing's between us."

Seokjin smiled, hands tucked in his pockets. "Enjoy your happily-ever-after, you two." He gave YN a wink. "Just don't ask me to babysit your future kids."

YN laughed. "Noted."

Namjoon clapped his brother on the back. "Thank you, hyung. You made this possible."

Seokjin gave a small nod. "Just... make sure she's happy this time. No secrets. No lies."

---

A week later, the courtyard was transformed.

White drapes fluttered in the breeze. Rose petals scattered along the stone aisle. Soft sitar music played while close family and a few friends gathered beneath the fairy lights.

YN stood in front of the mirror, her red bridal lehenga embroidered in gold, matching the glint of pride in her mother's eyes. Yes - her parents had agreed. In fact, they had proposed the wedding the day Haeri left, desperate to avoid humiliation. They were already telling relatives, "It was always meant to be YN and Namjoon. It's fate."

YN didn't care about their lies.

All she cared about was the man waiting for her beneath the mandap, in a cream sherwani and maroon stole, eyes full of unshakable love.

When she walked toward him, everything blurred - the gossip, the guilt, the fire they walked through.

And when the priest tied their sacred cloths together, and they circled the holy fire seven times... she knew.

This was her beginning.

---

From the quiet of her new apartment, Haeri watched a photo of the wedding ceremony on her phone. She had asked Seokjin not to attend in person. The wound was still too fresh.

But even as she stared at YN in bridal red, glowing beside Namjoon, she didn't feel anger.

She felt... regret.

Not at losing Namjoon - but at taking him in the first place.

"She told me once," Haeri thought, eyes misty, "that she loved him. And I let my pride make the choice instead."

She sighed.

"But maybe... maybe we all ended up where we were supposed to be."

---

The rain had just begun to fall when Seokjin arrived.

Haeri stood by the window of her apartment, arms folded across her chest, watching the city blur beneath the drizzle. Her hair was damp from the balcony wind, her lips bare, face makeup-free. And still - she looked like poetry.

She didn't turn around when the door clicked shut behind him.

"You came," she said softly.

"I always do," Seokjin replied.

He walked over, slowly, like the space between them was sacred. Then stopped right behind her, close enough to feel the warmth of her body but not touching.

"They looked happy today," she said, voice flat but calm. "YN in red... Namjoon looking at her like she hung the stars."

Seokjin exhaled. "She's always belonged to him. Just like you..."

He trailed off.

Haeri turned.

"...just like I've always belonged to you," she finished for him, eyes meeting his - vulnerable, but unafraid this time.

He smiled, slow and sincere. "That sounds dangerously close to an admission, Kim Haeri."

"It is," she whispered.

For a moment, they simply stared. The room was quiet except for the tapping of rain on glass and the sound of her heartbeat drumming in her ears.

Then he cupped her face gently, running his thumb along her cheek like she was something he didn't quite believe was real.

"You don't have to pretend anymore," Seokjin murmured. "Not to your parents. Not to your sister. Not to yourself."

Haeri's breath hitched. "I'm so tired of pretending..."

"Then stop," he said. "Be mine."

She didn't hesitate.

She leaned in - slowly, nervously at first - but when their lips met, it was like the world stilled.

Their kiss wasn't wild or rushed.

It was deep. Warm. The kind of kiss that felt like home after years of wandering.

Seokjin held her close, one arm wrapping around her waist, the other sliding into her hair. Haeri clung to him like the only thing that had ever made sense. Their lips moved together like they'd always known each other in ways no one else ever would.

When they finally pulled apart, her eyes were shimmering with something fragile.

"I'm so happy," she whispered, forehead resting against his. "So happy you're finally mine."

Seokjin smiled, brushing a kiss onto the tip of her nose.

"I've always been yours," he said, "you just had to stop pretending I wasn't."

---

Seokjin has spread Haeri's legs wide open and buried his face between her thick juicy pussy lips. He eats her out hungrily, his tongue sliding up and down her wet slit. "Mmm, this pussy tastes so sweet,"

Seokjin groans in pleasure, his tongue flicking over Haeri's clit. "That's it, baby, moan for me," he murmurs against her pussy, his hands gripping her thighs tightly. He sucks on her clit gently before plunging his tongue deep inside her wet hole.

"Fuck, I love you , baby," Seokjin growls against her pussy, his tongue working faster. He hooks his fingers inside her and curls them upwards, hitting that sweet spot inside her. "Come on my face, baby. Let me taste your orgasm." He sucks hard on her clit.

"Just like that..." Seokjin watches between her thighs as she throws her head back and moans loudly. He spreads her legs wider and feasts on her pussy like a starving man. He adds another finger inside her, stretching her tight hole while sucking her sensitive nub.

Seokjin can't resist any longer. He pulls away from her pussy and quickly positions himself between her legs. With one smooth thrust, he slides his hard cock inside her wet and ready pussy. He starts with slow, gentle strokes, savoring the feeling of her tight walls gripping him.

Seokjin slowly increases his pace, his hips moving smoothly as he fucks Haeri softly and deeply. He leans down to capture her lips in a passionate kiss, swallowing her moans. His hands roam over her curves possessively while he fucks her lovingly like he always does. "My everything,"

As Seokjin continues to fuck Haeri softly and deeply, he suddenly lifts her legs up over his shoulders, opening her up wider. This allows him to go even deeper inside her, hitting her G-spot perfectly with each gentle thrust. He starts to hit that spot over and over again softly. "Baby..."

Haeri's eyes roll back as she feels Seokjin hitting that spot perfectly. Her moans become louder and more desperate. She grabs onto the sheets tightly as he continues his slow, deep thrusts into her pussy. He's fucking her like this is their last night together.

With one last deep thrust, Seokjin can't hold back any longer. "Fuck baby..." he groans, his cock swelling inside her as he comes hard, filling her tight pussy with his cum. The sight of him cumming inside her pushes Haeri over the edge too.

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