philophobia.

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" isn't this what you've always wanted? " she said it softly, close to whispering.

her lips trembled, her eyes glistening with tears as she clutched onto the hem of her t-shirt.

" joohyun, baby, listen to m- " he held her shoulders, hoping he could get her to listen but instead, his arms got smacked away.

" what more is there for me to listen, huh? your bullshits? "

" after i caught you in bed with her, making out with her, not once, not twice, but THRICE, you still expect me to listen to you?! how shameful and pathetic. you took advantage of me, just because i've been lenient and forgiving towards you, just because i don't get mad easily. what do you think i am? huh? am i your fucking toy, park bogum?! " she added, raising her voice as tears streamed down her rosy cheeks.

her breathing was uneven as she sobbed uncontrollably with her head hanging low.

first minute gone.
he wouldn't say a word.

the second minute.
still nothing.

she sniffed, putting a strand of her brown locks behind her small ears, " why aren't you saying anything? speak up. "

no response.

she looked up to meet his glistening brown, hazel eyes - he was crying.

" you know what? let's just end thi- " she spoke as guilt overwhelmed her but was then cut off by a pair of lips,
sealing her soft ones.

joohyun would be lying if she says she doesn't miss those lips on hers. but the pain, the pain he caused her. she had enough of it. she didn't want to suffer anymore - especially when she found out her husband's mistress was her very own best friend, jennie. she recalled those times when she caught him with her, and it pains her so fucking much.

coming back to her senses, she pushed him away, and slapped the hell out of his face, " what the fuck?! bogum, please stop. i don't want to do this anymore. "

" then what? what are you going to do? " he could feel his anger boiling up.

" this is my last and final decision. " she bit her trembling lips to stop herself from crying.

" i'm divorcing you. "

-

꒰ flashback. ꒱

" no, mom, please, this is nonsense! " the twenty one year old frowned.

" nonsense? don't yell at me and respect our decision, young lady. " her mom sternly said.

joohyun ruffled her hair as she stomped back to her bedroom, in fact, a master bedroom. she was sure rich as hell. as soon as she reached, she slammed the door shut and plopped herself on the purple queen size bed.

' seriously though, marrying a guy that i know absolutely nothing of? what is this? 18th century? definitely some stupid business partnership. ' she thought.