𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐄𝐎 𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍 ♡ 𝐣𝐣𝐤 ✔

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CHAPTER TWO

After Hwan and his wife left the house, Aera turned to Jungkook. She gave him a tired look. "I hope you're happy after humiliating me in front of my parents?" She crossed her arms on her chest and glared at the poor male. 

Jungkook sighed. "Aera, please don't create a fuss over it." He mumbled in a low voice. Perhaps Aera was deaf to his pleadings, or it was her nature. She walked up to him. 

"After what you did today, you still dare to talk back," Aera said in a surprised tone. She chuckled bitterly at the man. "We are not over the discussion yet."

"What discussion?" Jungkook furrowed his brows. Aera pointed her index finger at him, then at the couch. Jungkook inhaled a sharp breath. 

"Aera, please leave me alone. I am exhausted." 

"We are not over the discussion, dear hubby," Aera smiled at Jungkook. "Did you hear my dad? He wants a grandchild. Do you have any plans for it? Or you want to focus on your priority aka your work!" 

"We had the discussion before. You said you were not ready for a child. You wanted to focus on your career." Jungkook acknowledged her words from the past. 

"That was in the past, Jungkook. You asked for a child after our marriage. I was struggling with my career then." 

"And I am focusing on my career now," Jungkook said nonchalantly. "I'm sorry, Aera. But we must work on our relationship before bringing an innocent soul into the world." Jungkook sighed and walked to the front door. He grabbed the car keys and walked out of the house. 

"Where are you going?" Aera yelled from the back, but he didn't reply to her. Jungkook got into the car and drove away. Away from the house, Away from his toxic wife. 

.....

I was sitting on my bed, quietly watching a movie. It wasn't until my best friend broke into my house and dragged me to a club.  Pheobe, my best friend, and I were seated on a couch. She was mumbling and spoke incoherently. I was not a fan of going to clubs. It was occasionally refreshing. But not when your best friend became drunk and walked upstairs with a random guy. I was afraid Pheobe was going to dump me for another guy.

"Pheobe, how are you?" I inquired. She gazed at me with her eyes half-closed.

"I'm Perfectly all right," she said as she sprang up from the couch and dashed to the dance floor. I sneered at myself.

Pheobe began dancing with a strange guy, as I had predicted. His fingers were all over her. I jumped at the sight. Pheobe was pressing her back against the man's lower abdomen. I was disgusted. I believed that you could make love to the person you cared about. Perhaps fucking someone you know for a long time to satisfy your need is acceptable. Hooking up with anyone who has a dick is something else entirely.