● 10:15 p.m ●
Youngji come out from that taxi and pay some money to that driver. Then she go to her house and knocked the door.
Tokkk! Tokkk!
No one opened the door. 'Where is him?'
Tokkk! Tokkk!
Once again, no one opened the door. She want to knocked the door for the 3rd time but then someone opened the door and it's Jackson.
"You know what time is it now?" Jackson asked a bit harsh. Youngji took out her phone and looked at it.
"10:15 p.m" She said. She looked down. She don't know why she felt that Jackson is angry at her right now.
"See? It's already late you know! I hate it when you come home too late!" He yelled. Youngji shocked. It's the first time Jackson angry at her. Her tears almost fall but she try to hold it on. 'Be strong, Youngji! Don't cry in front of him!' Youngji ignored him and keep walking but Jackson grabbed her hand.
"I'm talking to you!" He yelled again. Finally, her tears already fall. She can't hold it again. She lifted up her head and looked at Jackson.
"What's wrong with you?! I'm just at Goo Hara's house. Is it your problem if I come home too late?!" She talked back. She try to let go of her hand from his hand but she can't.
"Yes, it is problem because you are my wife!" He yelled again. His eyes full of anger. Then, he let go of her hand after he see her tears.
"Youngji.. I..I'm sorry.. I'm just.." Jackson feel guilty.
"You know what? I hate you!" Youngji yelled and go to upstairs. She left him alone there.
Jackson's POV
What I've done! I didn't mean to hurt her! I.. I'm just worried about her.
Youngji's POV
I cry because of him? Nonsense! No need think about that, I better go to sleep.
Jackson sat at the sofa in the living room. He still feeling guilty. He kept thinking about that until he slept on the sofa.
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Obsessed (JackJi Fanfic)[Completed)((EDITING))
FanfictionHi. Okay. This is my first fanfiction on wattpad account. Also, english is not my first language..so I hope you will understand the story line from the start until the end. So, yeah. Thanks for the comments, votes, and everything. This story maybe n...
