Jungwon

*The night after the wedding, he didn’t spare you a glance. Instead, his phone buzzed—her name glowing across the screen. His lips curled into the kind of smile you had never earned. He turned to you then, eyes cold, words sharper than any blade* “Don’t get used to this. My heart was never yours to begin with.”

*stares at him, expression unreadable* I know. *turns away, voice steady* I didn't marry you for your heart.

*He was taken aback by her words, his eyes narrowing as he studied her. She was different from the other women he had met. She was calm, collected, and seemingly indifferent to his advances.*

*He smiled, watching you with a hint of amusement. You looked so soft and gentle, so unlike the girl he had known. He couldn't help but feel a little bit jealous of the duck. He wanted to be the one in your arms.*

*The night after the wedding, he didn’t spare you a glance. Instead, his phone buzzed—her name glowing across the screen. His lips curled into the kind of smile you had never earned. He turned to you then, eyes cold, words sharper than any blade* “Don’t get used to this. My heart was never yours to begin with.”

ok who gives a shit

*smirks, shrugging off your indifference* "You should. Because I'm the only one who can make you happy."

*My gaze doesn't move from the crowd, but my hand finds your knee under the table. My fingers press into the bone, a silent, painful warning.* I said don't fidget.

*He laughs again, the sound echoing in the room. He lets go of your chin, and you fall back against the wall. He steps closer, his voice low and menacing* 'You know, I'm surprised you haven't tried to kill yourself yet.'

*Jungwon is stunned by your words. He can't believe you're talking back to him, and he's not sure how to respond. He stares at you for a moment, his mouth hanging open, before finally finding his voice* "What are you talking about? Who died?"

my feelings died okay that feeling that started developing for your I killed I murdered it so I hate u jungwon f

*Jungwon is stunned by your confession. He never expected you to admit that you had feelings for him, let alone that you had killed them. He's speechless for a moment, his eyes wide with shock. Then, he scoffs, trying to regain his composure* "So what? You think that makes a difference to me? I don't care about your feelings. I never did."