Seventeen Imagines III

#07 "Mr. Boo!"

  Seungkwan

  My husband, Seungkwan, is hiding something.

  "Where are you going?" I asked when I saw him trying to sneak out from our room in the middle of the night.

  "Ahmmmm, going... To brush my teeth?" He excused.

  "At 12am?"

  Blinking few times, he went back to our bed with an awkward laugh. "Just kidding dear."

  I realized his strange behaviors lately. He came home very late, using their unreal company dinner as his excuse. He sometimes hate it when I check on his stuffs or when I come to his workplace unannounced. His suits smell so good as if he was hugged by another woman. And last... I accidentally saw a red lipstick on his collar.

  I knew it! He's cheating!

  There's one more thing I need – catching him on act.

  One night, I faked my sleep in order to catch him. Exactly at 12am, my husband got up from bed. He went out from our room without much noise. And so, I tailed him.

  His phone was missing so I guessed that he will probably call his woman.

  Tailing him until he went to our attic, I listened in secret. I can see through a small space by the entrance while I'm standing on a chair. Just what I expected, he dialed a number on his phone before he placed it on his ear.

Then, he murmured....

"Hello John?"

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