When Eunji woke up, her eyes noticed the familiar beige ceiling of her living room, which only meant she spent the night on the floor. Such thought tugged on her battered heart and she was sad, again.
She let her eyes flickered to the clock and saw that it was nearly the time that she would always wake up and make Junmyeon and her breakfast. She stood up and stretched. Her body felt stiff after lying on the cold floor for a few hours. She placed the coat and the rest of her things on the couch and made her way to the kitchen.
Tying her hair up, she quickly whipped the ingredients out from the fridge. She wanted to make something special for him and she needed to be quick.
Once she heated the pan, her hands reached for the bacon and shredded it with her fingers onto the pan, adding a little bit of salt into the sizzling meat. She turned to her back and washed her hands pretty quick before taking out his favourite mug and placed it on top of the counter near where the coffee machine is.
She then switched to the coffee, making sure she had it exactly how he liked it, and started to brew it.
She took the plates out, laying the crisp slices of bacon on each plate. She was ready to fry the eggs next when she turned around and saw her husband watching her.
Her eyes lit up as she wiped her hands on her apron, walking toward him.
"Good morning husband," she greeted cheerfully, "let me help with your ties."
Her hands reached up to the piece of clothing but stopped when he stepped back, eyes glaring at his wife in disgust.
Eunji's stomach flipped in horror.
"J-Jun, I-"
"Don't even start, Eunji." He barked, swatting her hands away, letting them drop beside her limply. "I have no idea you were like this if I had known, I-"
She felt her shoulders sag, her eyes watering. What was he implying about? He was not talking about yesterday, did he?
"Known what, Jun? What did I do?" She spoke softly, darting her hazy eyes to his piercing ones. Ones that once looked at her as if she bears all the love in this world, now clouded with repulsion and hate.
"I checked your car camera, Eunji. You have nothing left to hide. And I saw the GPS history, you have been frequenting his apartment."
"You did a check? Why did you even do that?" Eunji asked incredulously. Her breathing hitched when he barked a laugh, a laugh so forced and wild that she could not help but taken aback and she instinctively moved back a little.
"Why?" Junmyeon asked, his eyes glaring at her wildly as he took a nearing step toward her. She stepped back until her back collided harshly to the corner of the kitchen counter, a pained moan slipped out of her quivering lips.
"I can't see what my wife is up to when I go to work? Did you think you can fool me any longer, Eunji?" He spoke, venom dripping from each of his words – each word restricting Eunji from breathing.
"Please, Jun, listen to me. I wasn't – it's not like what you think." She begged, she have to makehim see. It was not like what he think!
"Lie?!" He yelled, face close to her. She closed her eyes in fear, feeling herself dropping smaller than the man, unconsciously trying to prepare herself from any hit. "You're trying to lie, again?"
He laughed humourlessly. "Even with all the proof?" His hand shoots up to rub his face as Eunji mistakenly took it as a hit and she flinched. "I regret it..." He muttered.
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dear Junmyeon (jung eunji/kim junmyeon)
Fanfiction❝ in another time, I'd do it all over again. ❞ Orphan Eunji thought the fairytale ended for her after she lost both of her parents in an accident when she was little. Gone was her kingdom when the people who call her their princess died. She stopped...
