#jeonghanyoon

Jeonghan barged through the door, not even looking around. He hated being home. Hated her. The girl he was forced to marry but didn’t even like.

She was sitting on the couch, pretending to read, like she always did. It was so fake. He knew it. She knew it. They didn’t talk—ever.

It was awkward and silent all the time. He grabbed his jacket and didn’t even care to look at her. “I’m going out,” he mumbled, already halfway to the door. She didn’t say anything, as usual.

What pissed him off the most was that she knew about the other girl. She knew he didn’t love her, and yet she stayed. Never argued. Never cried. It was like she didn’t care, and that annoyed him even more.But the truth was, it did hurt her. Every time he left, her heart broke a little more.

But she never said anything because what was the point? He wouldn’t listen, and she couldn’t leave.Then she started feeling sick—like, really sick. She thought it was stress or something, but when she went to the doctor, they told her she had cancer. She didn’t even cry when they said it. She was just too tired of everything to feel anything anymore.

And of course, she didn’t tell Jeonghan. What would be the point? He wouldn’t care anyway.

She just kept going, pretending everything was okay, even though it felt like her body was falling apart. She focused on her daily routines, even if they were harder each day.

Jeonghan, meanwhile, was out more and more, lost in his own world. He barely noticed how she was slowly fading away. He was too wrapped up in his own mess to care. He kept seeing the other girl, the one who was always there to fill the gaps he had in his life.

But one day, he came home early. He found her curled up on the couch, looking so weak and fragile. The room was quiet, and the sight of her like that hit him harder than he expected.

For a moment, he felt something—guilt, maybe. But it was fleeting, and he pushed it away, not wanting to deal with it.

A few weeks later, things got worse. She was in and out of the hospital, and Jeonghan was forced to see her more often. He saw her like this: weak, hurting, and barely holding on. It was impossible to ignore. The truth started hitting him harder, like a punch in the gut. She wasn’t just his annoying wife; she was a person, someone who was suffering while he was out living his life.

As the days passed, Jeonghan felt a growing sense of regret. He realized too late how much he had taken her for granted. The times he had ignored her, the way he’d been so wrapped up in his own drama—it all came crashing down. He started questioning everything, wishing he could turn back time.

But it was too late. She passed away quietly, and Jeonghan was left with nothing but the weight of his regrets. He tried to comfort himself with the other girl, but it felt hollow. There was no satisfaction in it, no escape from the pain of losing someone he should have cared about all along.