Don't ya love her madly

Don't ya need her badly

Don't ya love her ways

Tell me what you say

Don't ya love her madly

Wanna be her daddy

Don't ya love her face

Don't ya love her as she's walkin' out the door

Like she did one thousand times before

-"Love Her Madly", The Doors

He watched the way her long hair shook slightly as she laughed, throwing her head back to voice her amusement. Her husband gave her an adoring smile. Her hand rested on his shoulder, her diamond-encrusted wedding ring glinting, taunting him with every flicker of light. Taking a sip of his drink, he winced at the burn it left going down. Nothing compared to watching her with him, however.

He stood up, meeting the eyes of a few guests and flashing them a polite smile as he made his way across the room. He watched her face freeze as she saw him, making him puff with pride a bit on the inside. He loved that could evoke those kind of reactions from her. The actor relished the thought of her attention being drawn to him while her husband was right beside her.

He cleared his throat behind the happy couple, wordlessly asking if he could butt in. As they parted slightly to allow him room, he clapped a hand heartily on Jumin's shoulder. The older man grimaced slightly but retained his composure, a hallmark of the etiquette lessons hammered into him from a young age. Jumin was always cool, calm, and collected; the ideal businessman. Nothing like himself.

"Can't believe it's already been a year, huh?" Zen gave the couple a wink. "When're we gonna see some little trust fund kids running around, hm?" he teased.

Jumin merely raised his eyebrows at the silver-haired man. "MC and I have decided to wait at least another year before beginning the procreation process. We mutually agreed it was best to give ourselves time to enjoy our marriage while we are still childless." He took a sip of his wine, tightening his grip on his wife's waist.

"There are many things we would like to do now that would be very difficult to do with children." Though he spoke confidently, Zen swore he saw a flicker of disappointment in the heir's eyes as he looked over at his wife.

MC nodded, her face baring a slight hint of discomfort. "Plus, I'm still young. I'd like some time to enjoy my 20s before being thrust into motherhood." She laughed nervously, eyes darting around the room. She seemed to be avoiding her husband's gaze, as well the actor's.

"I'm surprised to see you so cavalier about this subject, Zen," Jumin remarked, narrowing his eyes. "I thought you of all people would be lecturing me on how to treat my wife, least of all encroaching upon a subject that suggests we engage in sexual intercourse."

Zen sputtered, nearly dropping his drink, and MC coughed loudly. "Jumin, darling, lower your voice. We're in a public place, and there are important clients here."

"Yeah, Trust Fund Kid, jeez! I'm always ready to call the police if you go too far. Don't think I forgot that joke about the cage!" Zen fumed, his voice elevating a bit in his anger.

Jumin rolled his eyes, while MC leaned forward to place a hand on the actor's arm. "Zen, we talked about this. Jumin doesn't make any decisions without consulting with me first." Her voice was reassuring, but her eyes were somewhat imploring, a hidden plea trapping his gaze. The touch of her hand on his arm was soft, almost tender.

The heir looked intently at the two before speaking. His words jolted MC back to reality, allowing her husband to draw her back in close to his side. "Nevertheless, we appreciate you attending our anniversary party. I know this must be difficult for you, accepting our happiness for what it is."

His words were condescending, putting Zen on edge. The young man clenched a fist behind his back watching the jerk draw MC in for a loving kiss. It was short, but the intent was very clear. They were in love and happily married, and there was nothing Zen could do to change that.

Biting back a retort as not to upset MC, Zen forced a smile. "Well, if she makes you a little more tolerable, it's worth it, I guess. I'll be watching to make sure you keep your promise to give Jaehee more breaks!" He scratched the back of his head nervously, trying to break the tension. "You two enjoy yourselves. I'll be over at the bar making sure Yoosung doesn't overdo it again." He gave the two a short goodbye and walked away.

He chuckled to himself, shaking his head. The sting of Jumin's jabs didn't linger too long, because he knew he would get the last laugh.

After all, wasn't it just last night that Jumin's precious wife was screaming his name as he fucked her into the mattress?