A lot of people has now recognize me as a potential composer and of course, a wife.
"Yeobo!"
I was waiting for Jungkook by an empty seat in the studio because he has his pictorial with his group today and also I brought the cake for Jimin but he's nowhere to be found.
"Did you see Jimin?" I asked him while wiping his sweat, oh okay I'm his personal assistant too.
"Ow, here I thought you're looking for your husband," he smiled a bit, putting my hands down.
"Silly, Jimin is important to me, you know that."
His eyes were looking away but his smile never fades, I wonder what's he thinking right now?
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"Mrs. Jeon, there are new trainees in the entertainment trying to produce their own songs, would you like to set a meeting with them?"
"Miss Jieun, kindly check our new composition."
"Miss Jieun! Miss Jieun! You'll be needed for the meeting!"
I leaned on the couch after such busy day inside this entertainment. I didn't have my extra time like before-- well, I really don't have any work aside from getting bad mouthed by my seniors.
I'm so tired I could use a bath today. Gah, I can't believe that this is the life a Mrs. Jeon will be having. What if it wasn't me? Will she be able to handle all of these meetings and trainings? Phew!
"Aah, exhausted."
I started hitting my shoulders to lessen the ache then massaging my temples to feel relaxed until someone did it for me and I smiled.
"Here comes my husband who's busy all day," I chuckled, eyes close because of the relaxation I felt with his touches.
"Oh really."
I jerked up and looked at the unknown voice that has spoken and I know it's not Jungkook. I began stepping back the moment our eyes met.
"How's your life digging into Jungkook's pocket? With all the fame and power, you can easily take everything you want."
He smirked casually, entertained by the biting remarks he's throwing at me right now. I shouldn't cry, I shouldn't feel anything.
"Y-You don't need to care!"
"You don't love Jungkook," he began closing the space between us, and gripped my wrist behind my back.
Jungkook..help..
"S-Stop! Please! Stop! Stop please.." I cried while he's on top of me, trying to touch my neck with his lips.
"Why resist now, Jieun? You're such a mess," he laughed in a sinister manner that made me shiver in fear.
"J-Jungkook.." I whimpered, hoping he'll come and rescue me from this asshole.
