Mr. Jeon's Wife [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 9: I'm Not The Jealous Type

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J.J.K.

It's been an hour since Junghyun left to go to that dinner of his with Na-Eun. I couldn't help but get flustered. Even if we haven't had a decent conversation in years, I still knew him. He wasn't a flirty type. He wasn't even that sociable. Still, he has the charisma.

     Well, I don't know!

     How can I help but worry? What if it ends well? What will happen to me? I loved her ever since and I know that it was my fault but damn - "Jungkook, honey?" I heard my mom call me, gently knocking on my door. I sighed a bit before I stood up then opened the door to see her with some snacks she prepared for me.

     "Looks delicious, mom," I smiled at her.

      She started to giggle at my reaction, "I missed those bunny teeth of yours," she told me, "we rarely get to see each other. Would you mind if we chat a bit?" She asked me. I smiled at her and told her to enter.

      "I'm sorry if it's a bit messy, I haven't really cleaned it up myself-"

      "Mhm. I understand. You just went home recently," mom hummed. She then placed the snacks on a table near my bed. She took a seat on my bed and smiled at me. I pulled up a chair and sat in front of her. "Do you still have some misunderstanding with Junghyun?"

      I chuckled a bit in triumph. I knew it. She'd just talk to me about being civilized with Hyun. That we should just lay loose on what ever misunderstanding we had before. "Mom," I started to grunt. She simply giggled it off as she looked at me in a warm manner that just melted my heart. She would always find a way to soothe me.

       "I'll be the one to apologise for him. You know that he has his pride."

      "Mom you shouldn't apologise for something that you didn't even do. That's what you taught me, right?" I'm getting tired of hearing her apologise for Hyun. It's not new, really. But it's been irritating the hell out of me.

      She has no fault to whatever skirmish we have. "He's also my, son, Kook. His fault is my fault as well."

       Moms. They'd always be there for their children. They'd always blame themselves for the fault of their child. I guess they're the most selfless.

       "Still, he started it. It's not my fault if he didn't choose the life he wanted to live! It's not my fault if I chose to become me. It's not my fault if I'm happier than him!" Mom simply listened to me. She seemed so calm despite the fact that I was already ranting about her own son. My own brother.

      "He shouldn't blame me for everything. He shouldn't just look at my mistakes all the time. I made mine and he made his. He tried to reach to me, yes. But I just couldn't forgive him. He triggered my pride and ego so much that I couldn't help but hate him. I tried . . . so hard . . . to reach out to him numerous of times. Even when I was trainee. I would ask my manager to fly to the States just to celebrate his birthday with him - or maybe visit him! But no. He turned me down countless of times. He threw all my efforts away.

      I tried to endure it all. The times that he throws the cake I buy for him, the times that he suddenly yells at me, the times where he would point at me for being miserable . . . he was just . . . too much! He's a monster, mom. He just has this skin to disguise himself but he's a monster, a beast. And I would never let Na-Eun fall into the hands of a beast such as him. Never."