The Art of Cheater | Jungkook

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Lee Jia POV

I quickly returned to where my hair dryer was when I heard the bathroom door unlock.

"I'm going to wake up early tomorrow," Jungkook said as he walked back to the table.

I wiped my tears and turned to face him. "O—okay, sure," I said softly.

I watched him for a few minutes while he quietly worked. My heart ached.

Are you really going to file for divorce? Why?

More tears slipped down my cheeks at the thought of him leaving me. I didn't want to lose him. He was my everything—my strength when I was weak, my inspiration in life.

Whoever Seong Joe is... I'll beg her if I have to. Just don't leave me.

"Hey, are you okay?"

I snapped out of my thoughts and looked up. Jungkook was watching me, concern flickering in his eyes.

I quickly wiped my tears and forced a smile. "Y—yeah, I'm fine. Why?"

"The hair dryer is still on," he pointed out before turning back to his work.

I glanced over and saw it still blowing air. Quickly, I switched it off.

He didn't even ask me why I was crying? Unbelievable.

Jungkook always hated seeing me cry. He would do anything to cheer me up, to make sure I was never sad. But today, he didn't seem to care.

"Hey, D—do you love me?" I asked suddenly, my voice barely above a whisper.

He looked at me, his expression unreadable, then gave a small nod and a smile. But I could tell—it was fake.

"You're tired," he said gently. "Get some rest."

He walked over and took my hand, leading me to bed. I lay down as he pulled the blanket over me. Then, he leaned in and kissed my forehead.

"Good night," he murmured before going back to his desk.

I stared at the ceiling, trying to convince myself.

He loves me, okay? I'm just overthinking. I'm just tired.

I shut my eyes, hoping for sleep to take me away.

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"I don't love you."

"I'm sorry, but I'm not happy anymore."

"Say whatever you want, but I love someone else."

"Jungkook!"

"Jungkook, don't leave me, please!"

"Please, don't!"

I jolted awake, breathing heavily. My hand clutched my chest as I tried to steady my heartbeat.

"It was just a dream."

I looked around the dimly lit room, sighing in relief. Just a dream. A terrible, heartbreaking dream.

A buzzing sound pulled me out of my thoughts. I reached for my phone on the nightstand—Jihye's name flashed on the screen.

I answered groggily, but before I could even say anything, her voice boomed through the phone.

"Hey! Wake up!"

I flinched, pulling the phone away from my ear.

"I am awake," I muttered.

"Thank God! I was calling you a thousand times! I thought you were dead!" she groaned dramatically.