Is Love a Must?
Pairings: Doyoung x Reader, Jaehyun x Reader
Warnings: Language (there is almost always language in my writings), fluff, angst, SMUT, cheating, pregnancy
After your arranged marriage your life has gone to hell. You have to decide and come to terms with the question of whether love is a requirement for a lasting marriage. Will you learn to fall in love, or will you deem it unnecessary?
You stared blurry eyed at the gold frame hanging just above the mantle, the portrait of a perfect marriage. You scoffed at the thought, as if. Your marriage was far from perfect.
The dress was beautiful, the venue was gorgeous, but there was a bitter taste that filled your mouth, one that never left you.
It had been seven long months since you walked down that aisle, seven months that you detested with your entire being.
The front door slammed shut and you heard what must have been your husband returning from work.
Your suspicions were confirmed as the sharp dressed man passed you on his way to his den.
“You have brunch tomorrow, don’t miss it. And don’t make a scene again, you’re just causing me a headache.”
The den’s door slammed shut.
You scoffed at the ‘interaction’, glaring at the direction he had disappeared. You dreaded brunches, they were just another way for the women to gossip and attack each other. Of course you were no exception, often the butt ends of their words, but you had no choice.
“So Y/N, how’s your marriage?”
You glared at the woman across from you, “You know how I feel about my marriage.”
“Oh, so nothing’s changed?” There was a taunting tone as she reached to sip from her cup. “I heard Doyoung’s been seeing that young secretary of his.”
Rolling your eyes to the back of your head, you realised you had nothing to say. She giggled at the sight of your defensive position.
Minseo leaned towards you whispering into your ear, “Don’t mind her, she’s just upset because everyone knows she hasn’t slept with her husband for over a year now.”
You gave Minseo a side glance, and she returned it with a soft smile. Minseo was the youngest and newest of your tea group. At just barely twenty she landed herself a rich old man, and now her future was set. You couldn’t help but judge her, but you were here for the same reason too after all.
Minseo hadn’t quite fallen into good terms with the rest of the group, still considered an outcast and a gold digger, not that they were any different than her. They were just jealous because she managed to do so at such a young age.
You sighed, watching the girls gossip about each other.
“Minseo, how’s your husband doing? Have you checked into his life insurance yet? I mean it’s just around the corner don’t you think?” There was a snicker that rushed over the table.
“Oh, he’s doing fine, Marcus is quite healthy, he still goes on his morning runs.” Minseo had become timid, understanding the underlying message they were trying to convey.
“I’m sure he does. Let me give you some advice though, you best make sure you’re on his life insurance soon because if he croaks you’re not going to be left with anything.” You sent a sour look at the woman.
“Oh.” Everyone recognized the defeat in the slight waver of Minseo’s voice, and you felt the urge to vomit at the proud looks they were all shooting each other. Minseo hadn’t yet built up her armor to the group, obvious in the way tears that were threatening to fall.
The table hushed over. You scooted your chair back, reaching an open hand to Minseo.
“What did she say? Did she just call me a bitch?” There was a huff and protest that you ignored, you couldn’t give a shit about what they thought of you, better yet maybe they would kick you out of their tea sessions.
“Lana, calm down.” A nervous air had scattered around the table.
“No that gold-digging bitch just insulted me! I’m not gonna stand here and take it from someone who’s husband has more affairs than I have fingers.” She stood, picking up the glass of water that she had in front of her.
You refused to look at the scene, focused only on your still empty outstretched hand. From the corner of your eye you saw Lana motion to throw the water on you.
“You still love your husband don’t you? Or at least his money right?” You were cold with your words, but at this point you didn’t care.
You met her eyes with a glare, “Even though you can’t get him into bed with you, you’d stay for the money right?”
Lana hesitated, lowering the angry fist.
“I can ruin that with one word.”
The other girls quickly pulled a very flustered Lana back, hushing her panicked sputtering.
“Minseo, do you want to wash up?” You turned back to the stiffened girl, her shoulders had begun to shake.
She gripped your hand softly as you led her to the restroom.
She didn’t seem to let herself go until the door slammed shut behind her. Her sobs echoed the powder room, accepting tissue after tissue. After a few minutes she had regained her composure.
“Thank you,” she hiccuped, not yet making eye contact. “I don’t understand why they hate me so much.”
You pulled her into an embrace, patting her back. “That’s just who they are, they’re just jealous of you.”
She hiccuped again, “Really?”
You leaned back, giving her a good look. “Yes, don’t mind them, they’re just trying to keep their spot at the tea table.”
She giggled, “I don’t know how you do it. Stand up for yourself I mean. I wish I couldn’t let their words get to me.”
You just hummed back, wishing the same.
