The Art of Cheater | Jungkook

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Lee Jia POV

Hi, my name is Lee Jia, or Jeon Jia. I was born on December 24, 1998. Well, my mom said she was about to give birth to me on Christmas, but she said I got excited. Hilarious, right? No? Okay.

I'm turning 22 this year, I've been married for 3 years, and I've been in a relationship with my husband, Jeon Jungkook, for 6 years.

I'm half American and half Korean. My mom is from the States, and my dad is from Seoul, Korea. So, yeah.

I'm just a housewife, doing wife things, like my mom. Meanwhile, Jungkook, my husband, has been the CEO of a big company here in Seoul, Korea, for almost 4 years now.

"Yah, Jia!" I flinch in my seat when I hear my friend, Song Jihye, shake me by the shoulder. I turn my head toward her, looking confused.

"Gosh, I've been calling you a thousand times. You look like you're out of your mind. What's the matter?" She asks, facepalming herself against the counter.

Uh, she's been calling me? I didn't hear it.

"Yes, I've been calling you," she says, taking a sip of her cold juice.

"What? Can you read my mind?" I ask, widening my eyes at her.

"Don't change the topic. I said, what's going on with you? You've been like this since yesterday," she replies. I sigh before taking a sip of my water.

"Well, I just feel something weird. I don't know what it is, but never mind," I say, shrugging my shoulders before turning my head toward her.

"You know what? I should go. My boyfriend will be worried, it's getting late," she says, standing up from her seat. I follow her as we make our way out of the kitchen.

"So, I'll see you tomorrow," I say, bidding her goodbye. She hugs me one last time before walking away. I close the door behind me and sigh heavily.

He's still not back home, it's almost 11:30 PM.

I walk into the kitchen and start washing the dishes, cleaning the kitchen, dining table, and living room. While mopping the big white tiles on the ground, I hear the door knob turn. I turn around and see Jungkook walking inside the house, taking off his necktie.

"Did you eat already?" I ask, leaning the mop against the wall and walking closer to him.

"No," he simply replies, taking off his black shoes.

"Come on, eat. I cooked your favorite meal," I say, going into the kitchen to grab his meal.

"No, I'm tired," he says. I turn around and watch him walk upstairs to our room.

Here we go again.

I frown and sigh as I look at the food I prepared for him.

It looks like we're going to waste another meal tonight.

"I'm just going to eat it," I say to myself before sitting down and quietly eating the food.

Jungkook has been acting weird lately, over the past few weeks. I don't know what's going on with him, but I don't want to ask. I know he'll just say he's tired or stressed. But I have this weird feeling that I've been trying to ignore every day, yet I can't.

I can't stop thinking that he might be cheating on me or something.

"Aish, stop thinking like that," I say to myself, slapping my forehead. I finish the food before putting the dishes in the sink.

I wash my hands and make my way upstairs to our room after turning off the lights downstairs.

I slowly turn the door knob and walk inside. There he is, lying on the bed, already asleep.