Something I thought of in the shower. Apparently making Jeong Jeong's life worse is my specialty.
Hugs. Give Jeong Jeong hugs. Give him all your hugs.
I own nothing but Jeong Jeong's cheating whore wife.
Which is not something to be proud of.
And the other two.
Jeong Jeong rarely cried, but when he did, it was with good reason.
He cried when his wife left him. Accusing him of things that he's never done while fighting the war. He was never one to yell unless it was necessary. At that time after many false accusations and lies, he almost could care less for that woman. He did care for the child he had, that looked so much like his wife, yet strangely nothing like him. He knew the reason, but never said anything of it. It wasn't the child's fault.
After each rotation of floating out at sea, Jeong Jeong would be eager to sleep in his own bed at home. That never changed, even when he advanced in the ranks. Home is where the heart is. After a tour of duty when he got promoted to Commander, he briskly walked to his house with his few belongings in tow. Occasionally being stopped by someone he should know, but didn't. The new Commander rounded the corner and his home came into view. A rare smile crossed his face as he reached into his pocket for the key.
He crossed the small yard and climbed the few steps that led to the door. He put the key in the keyhole and turned like he normally would. He pushed the door to get it to open, but to no avail. He looked at the key and brushed it off and tried again, but with the same result. He touched his brow in confusion, no longer noticing the new scars, and tried to think of a solution. He frowned and tried for a third time to enter his home.
He stepped back and took a look at the house. It was his house, he knew that much. What he didn't know was why the locks were changed. He sighed and knocked on the door. He stared at the door and waited for an answer, but none came. He knocked louder the second time and caught his child peeking through the curtains. Jeong Jeong smiled and waved as he motioned to the door. He took a half step and waited for the door to open.
He heard the familiar creak of the door and looked down to see the pair of smiling brown eyes staring back up. He kneeled down and ruffled the boy's hair and received a laugh in return. Jeong Jeong heard a faint noise from further in the house and looked up. What he saw was his wife with a strange man's arm around her waist and a surprised look on her face. Jeong Jeong studied the stranger and noticed the not so strange resemblance between him and the child. He stood there in shock as he stared at his wife with the stranger, and the father of her child.
Jeong Jeong frowned as he stared at the two across the threshold. The small boy looked curiously between Jeong Jeong and his wife. The stranger motioned the boy over to him and kneeled to ruffle his hair. Jeong Jeong's frown only grew deeper as he watched the scene play out. The stranger picked up the boy and quietly, but quickly walked out of the room. Jeong Jeong's eyes lingered on his wife. His frown grew deeper as his back became rigid. He didn't know what to say or even how to go about it.
He opened his mouth to speak when the stranger walked back into the room and whispered something in the woman's ear. Jeong Jeong made an audible cough which instantly grabbed both of their attention. A heavy silence made its way in the room.
"Who are you?" Jeong Jeong finally asked.
His wife stepped forward, stopping halfway in between the two men. "You're home early."
Jeong Jeong brushed off the comment and looked to the stranger. "Who is he?" He gestured to the stranger.
"Just a friend."
Jeong Jeong solemnly raised an eyebrow, his calm façade not cracking. He inhaled a deep breath and slowly exhaled. He watched as all the missing pieces of the puzzle all came together. His frown deepened.
"Does this friend have a name?" The question left Jeong Jeong before he was able to stop it. He scolded himself inwardly. He personally didn't care for this person's name.
"Lee."
Jeong Jeong and his wife looked back to the stranger. The Commander noticed his wife do an obvious, but silent shushing motion with her arm and the stranger do a questioning motion in return. Jeong Jeong rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"Why are you here?" Jeong Jeong asked. Of course, he already knew that.
"Am I not allowed to have company while you're gone, husband?" His wife turned to him as she spoke.
Jeong Jeong's eyebrow twitched slightly, but he still kept his composure. He rolled his eyes in annoyance and let out an irritated sigh. "I never said that."
"You were implying that."
"No. I wasn't."
His wife sighed and looked towards Lee. She turned back to Jeong Jeong and rubbed her temples. "I don't think this can go on." Her voiced showed no signs of sadness or regret.
Jeong Jeong raised an eyebrow in puzzlement. "What?"
"You're gone almost constantly and I get lonely." She paused and studied Jeong Jeong's solemn expression. "It's not fair."
It took all of Jeong Jeong's military bearing not to protest and cry out. He took a deep breath and spoke. "Not fair? You think it's not fair that I'm out fighting an endless war for our country? For our family?" His voice rose only slightly.
Her face grew red with anger and her fists clenched. "How is it your family if you're never here?" She exclaimed.
Jeong Jeong was silent. The quiet that enveloped the room seemed to weigh down on him. He stared blankly at his wife, waiting for her to speak.
She inhaled and walked closer to the Commander. "We've both made our choice and know what's best for us." She paused for a few moments. "I've made the choice that's best for my family." Jeong Jeong stood motionless. "I think that it's best that you leave."
Jeong Jeong's expression was a mixture of hurt, anger, and confusion. "What?" was all that was able to come out of his mouth.
"Your key." She held out her hand to Jeong Jeong.
Jeong Jeong handed over the useless piece of metal. Right after, he turned on his heel and walked to the door. He paused as he stood in the doorway. He walked out the house and closed the door behind him. The Commander looked back to what was once his home and saw the confused face of the child he cared for peek out the second floor window. He gave the boy a feeble wave goodbye as he walked away. Jeong Jeong was sure he felt a tear roll down his cheek as he walked back to the Prince's ship.