⚘ ㅤkitchen。

@✿ eunwoo c。 Her arms moves around his neck, using it as support even as she get pulled to her feet and firmly places her feet on the floor before giving him a weirded-out look at his comment, wondering just what he ate for lunch earlier. It could still be the booze talking but she did not know just how much he has drunk. Speaking of clingy babies, she has not seen how a cling baby should behave and put it as a mental reminder to search it up on youtube.

"A clingy baby? I wonder, do you watch a lot of baby videos? And again, you're getting lamer. Which i absolutely don't mind living with for the rest of my life," a chortle escapes her lips and nuzzles her nose against his back before is surprised that he manages to steal another kiss. 'What a kiss stealer. I should put something on my lips to prevent him from taking me by surprise,' she thinks to herself as she saunters over to the kitchen, overlooking the entire area to see where she can start with first. Beginning with the stove , she removes the pot, having no time to cook the egg soup and cuts up kimchi into bite-sized pieces, searching the cabinets for ready-made rice which she takes enough for two. She peels back the plastic film on four of the mini-portion container, popping them into the microwave and leaves it on heat for about three to four minutes.

She returns back to the stove, stir-frying the kimchi when a pair of arms wraps around her waist and a face burying itself into the crook of her neck which cause her to giggle excessively. "Love, all your breathing on my neck is making me feel ticklish. it is so unusual to hug me from behind like this. what's up?", she asks casually before the sound from the microwave alerts her to the rice all ready to be taken out. "Do you mind taking them out for me please?"

@✿ jungha b。 Hearing her respond positively to his sudden confession felt like a thousand thorns were plucked out of his chest. He was a little bit afraid that she would react to it badly or make fun of him for being such a whipped husband despite arguing with her not even long ago about how manly he was and how he should be the one to lead their household. Shaking these thoughts aside, Eunwoo securely wraps his arms around his wife's petite waist as he stood up, bringing her along.

"You look like a clingy baby in this position." He brings himself up to throw the lame tease, leaning in closer towards her face so he could nuzzle the tip of their noses together before the male steals a chaste kiss from her lips. He then puts her down so she could work around the kitchen and while she does this, the male looks around the place and walks over to a few toppled chairs, picking them up as he starts arranging the mess he has caused while his wife proceeds on cooking what she meant to cook before they argued.

In the middle of putting up a fallen stool, in a crouched position, he looks back towards the female he had sworn to love and protect forever, until death do they part. He wondered if she was ever sick of his antics and this thought led to another where he starts thinking that his problems were probably child's play compared to hers, turning the man into a guilty pile of mess again. With silent strides, he walks up behind her and sneaks his arms around her waist, immediately burying his face against the crook of her neck as he snuggled her, silently and subtly making it up to her slowly.

@✿ eunwoo c。 his question pretty much throw her off-guard as she wonders just what to do next. Resuming cooking the dinner or immediately go straight to their room to have more cuddles-kisses-skinship moments. just then her stomach grumbled, reminding that she very much needed the food as she has gone through the work day without having a proper meal. at the very least she did drank some coffee and a sandwich in the morning. she bites down on her lower lip, showing the front pretty teeth of hers and her index finger reaches up to hang in the air before waggling itself.

"Just not yet- i'm pretty hungry at the moment, like the argument pretty much take a lot out of me. so let's have some kimchi fried rice alright?", she tries to settle for the dinner suggestion before looking down at their laced fingers. boy, does his fingers look so long and dainty. to be honest, she is pretty envious of how well-taken his hands seems to be considering that he is a man. it could be the genes talking. back to his hands, something quite R-21 clouds her thoughts and the image of them entering her is sure enough to excite her but it didn't seem to be very appropriate right now as her stomach once again and very angrily grumble. shaking her head to get rid or rather push it to the list of things to do on her mind, she looks up and send him one of her sweet, wickedly innocent smile before pulling her hands out of his. Then came his sudden confession, a declaration of love for her.

She is surprised nonetheless that this man actually said that out of the blue but saying it after a big fight? that is quite funny in her opinion and a worth story to tell her future kids if they ever have one or many more. "I love you too." she blurts out with no hesitation and she inches forward to place a soft chaste kiss on his lips. "but first let's have dinner. our bodies need food at the moment. you can me all you want while i prepare," she let out a chuckle to pause the sentence before finishing what she is meaning to say. "just kidding about the last part. now help me up on my feet, my love."

@✿ jungha b。 Laughter parts his lips apart from one another as his chest rumbles with every hearty laugh he produced. From an outsiders point of view, her comment about having MMA fights would probably come off as weird in some sort of way, because why would a girl ask for MMA moments from her husband? or anyone in general? Heck, her comment might even seem like a threat if received and intercepted by another person. But personally, he finds the humour in her comment which in turn caused the laughter that was ringing out of him, reverberating against the spacious space of the kitchen. It was then the male gets a bit more aware of his surroundings, realizing they were arguing and now publicly showing their affection for one another at the kitchen this whole time, where someone might walk in on them. What would have happened if they resorted to a steamy in the middle of arguing? Gods, he could not even comprehend how hot and disturbing it would have been if someone walked in on them in the middle of such a hot session.

Shaking his thoughts off, Eunwoo loosens his hold on her face but not before planting his chapped lips against the skin beneath her lower lip in a gentle manner that lasted a couple of seconds. "Shall we go rest up at our room?" The question was spoken ever so quietly, his head tilting as his eyes darted towards the unfinished meal to be cooked before coming back to catch her eyes in genuine curiosity as to what they should do next according to what she thinks they should do. But if he was asked, he would rather just start making it up to his wife and cling unto her non-stop, preferably by pestering her skin with kisses as she worked or did whatever she had to do.

"I love you." He states out of the blue, his voice confident contrasting to his actions right now. The male shows off a shy demeanor, his hands coming down to take hers as he played and tugged on her fingers one by one, his eyes darting down to stare at their laced hands and he clears his throat a couple of times before repeating his statement once again, the exact same way he sad it the first time. It was hilarious actually, Eunwoo was confident that about his confession of love for his wife but at the same time he was embarrassed of saying it out of the blue, especially right after a huge argument.

@✿ eunwoo c。 she recalls what she said earlier on and wonders if she do say anything wrong or offending that left him silent for quite some sometime. Is it the part about asking him to work more or is it about the mistakes that he make which he must rectify by himself? Is she not clear enough about what she asked or suggested? her eyebrows furrows together in a mixture of worry and confusion and her thumbs caress the soft skin underneath it, willing the male to say something which fortunately he does. nodding in response to his question, her line of vision move from his face to the ceiling, pondering if there is such an available job in her company. "I can always check if there's one for you. I'm glad you're making use of the education you have. on top of that you can always pursue photography and painting in your free time. I think it is a good idea. And i'm glad you take this lil bitty small step."

a proud smile appears on her rosy lips and also realizes that they had been on the floor far too long. she starts to feel the aches after and sits up with the help of the husband and grunts, moving her shoulders to ease off the discomfort. she is surprised at what happens, her cheeks squished together resembling a duck face and chuckles softly at his tactic. his apology in a way guilt-trip her, knowing that she should have tried to listen to what he want to say instead of strongly head-butting and overlook his needs. perhaps it is also time for her to change her focus, her purpose on what she wants and what she needs to have a happy, better marriage instead of having fights nearly everyday over superficial issues like kids, superiority and money.

"Just take your time. we still have a long life ahead of us. but... please let us have a couple of mma moments like earlier, okay?"

@✿ jungha b。 The male gives a thought concerning her proposal and he admits that it was not a bad idea at all. He could start repenting for his wrong doings by being the bigger man in the picture, by providing for them both. But how would he do that if his source of income was not stable like hers? There is also that fact that she would soon inherit her father's company. Once again the male felt dejected deep inside but this time not because he felt inferior and felt pathetic about it, this time he did feel inferior compared to her but he was dejected because he was aware that there was not much to do for him to be able to fully support their household and let her stay home to take care of their family, once they grow one. And so the male furrows his eyebrows in the middle, pondering about what actions or steps he should take for him to be able to lessen up her burdens and actually act what he wants to be, to be the pillar for the two of them. His eyes gloss over her own as he continued to ponder, elbows still propped as to keep distance from her so he could check out her features well and suddenly, a thought comes into him and he immediately tells her about it.

"Remember what I took during college? I might be able to actually work on it and apply as a junior accountant somewhere." Stating this with a small smile flashed her way, he reaches up one unoccupied hand towards her face as his dainty fingers gave her skin feather-light touches before another sentence was uttered from the male. "What do you think? Is it a good idea?" He genuinely asks before realizing that they have been too long on the floor.

And so the male pushes his knees to the ground as he knelt up, firm hands holding her by the shoulders so that she could sit up right. A sudden urge comes into him as he sees the marks of the tears that stained her cheeks. He acts upon his urge and cups her face with both hands, squishing her cheeks together adoringly before nuzzling the tip of his nose against hers, sighing against as his eyes shut themselves close for a second.

"I'm sorry, for the arguments and all. For everything. I'll make it up to you, I promise."

@✿ eunwoo c。 absolutely glad that this nightmare of an argument has finally passed, she could only sigh loudly out of relief and closes her eyes, feeling his every movement from where his hands snake around her waist, holding onto her tightly as if she will perish when let go of. everything that happened before do sure feel like a dream and she flutter her eyes open and wraps her arm around him, pressing her lips against his temple softly. staying like this for a few minute or even better if longer, it allows her some intimate and private time for them to re-connect despite all that happened. the question he asked kind of throws her off and wonders just why she forgives him so easily for everything he has said and done to her recently. simply, why?

"well.. there's no reason to hold grudges against you for something that is out of our hands. I mean- yes, you do want to make sure you're the superior one here in our marriage and i am making sure that stay. You want kids and I too want kids but the timing is just not right. Lik my mom said, there're always a right timing for everything. Like our marriage. despite me older than you, i am not holding against you for trying to be the bigger person here. you just want to show you're the man of the family and that you're doing a good job. You are. it is just that your stupid friends have been planting ideas in your head. Ugh, if i see them, I will smash them real good."

her hands runs up to cup his cheeks and her thumbs move to crease down the knotted eyebrows, her dainty lips smiling ever so gently. she hate to see him feel and look so conflicted that she wonders if she should work less and let him do what he want to do; the man of the family and providing for them both. "How about this? let's come to a compromise. i will try to work less and you could work more if you want. mistakes, you should try to rectify on your own."

@✿ jungha b。 Hearing her words comforted him deep inside and he could not fathom how lucky he was to be married to someone this understanding, although very violent, and open-minded girl which made him weep a few more drops of tears before he wipes them with the back of his hand, deeply embarrassed not only because of his actions but because he had the audacity to be the one weeping despite being her the real victim in this situation. Eunwoo, feeling open as of the moment, knows he was still drunk and out of his head so he decides to shut his lips tight for a few good moments. He leans his head against her shoulder, shutting his eyes close as he tried resting himself and taking a break from the chaos they have just gone through not long ago. His hands sneak around her petite waist, holding unto her tightly as if afraid that it was just a dream. What if he actually knocked out from her punches awhile ago and was really just dreaming when in truth he was passed out cold and she was packing her luggage, leaving him behind forever? At such thoughts, the male presses himself closer against her but is careful not to crush her body by propping himself with his elbows.

"Why are you forgiving me?" The question suddenly passes his thoughts and he could not help but voice them out, genuinely wondering why after all he has done to her tonight and since they got married, she has forgiven him. She was the perfect wife: smart, talented, mature, beautiful and the list goes on. With that given, confusion settled upon him and Eunwoo leans back, staring at her face with furrowed brows accompanied by a deep frown as he waited for her response.

@✿ eunwoo c。 [ jfc >:( ]

even though she turns away from him, rejecting his attempt at a kiss, she very much do want to kiss him hard yet passionately right here and right now. considering the nature of the situation right now, she has to push that for another day, a better day where both of them will hopefully settle all the problems within their household, that including the children matter. she very much want to bear him children and yet considering his age, it is just a little too young and too fast or so she thought. the pain that is caused by his death grip on her jaw snaps her back to reality and through her eyes, she tries hard not to show that she is succumbing to it and stares back, noting every handsome facial feature on him and how much she want to kiss his lips, his eyelashes and his pretty nose. heck she'd do anything to get a perfect nose like his. the pain brings more tears to her eyes and she has to blink every second to get them out of her eyesight due to its ability to blur everything out. goddamnit tears, let her stare at her husband's handsome perfect face for a bit longer.

hearing his apology, she gulps out of guilt and her now bruised-at-the-knuckles hands reaches up to cup his cheeks, her smile faintly appearing on her lips. "No.. No. it's okay. you're just doing this due to the peer pressure. everyone mess up. I do mess up. Though don't bring me another reason to punch you like that earlier," she chuckles and feels his cheeks getting wetter every second. it is when she realize eunwoo is now at his most vulnerable state and god knows, she want to protect him so hard. "gimme a hug, handsome."

She asks for that while lying down, moving her hands away from his cheeks and wraps her arms around him. Using that chance, she brings her lips to his ear and whispers. "Do you think your crotch is better now and is able to produce children? I'm worried about that more than you." she lets out a cheeky chuckle after.

@✿ jungha b。 [ Just kidding :D ]

Whatever the intensity of his grip on her jaw just a split second ago was now intensified once again as she rejects his kisses. She's never done it before, well at least not as direct as this, and he hated the fact that he was subtly hurt by the mere gesture of her leaning her lips away from his own. Even though claimed sober, the man was still heated by their argument and fueled by her recent response to his action, he once again gets pissed at how easily she rejected him like that and the words that came out of . Raising kids have always been an issue in their household and he was not surprised that they were still arguing about it in this mansion full of people like them who are trying to mend their marriage. They were probably the freshest married couple and yet here they are, violently attacking each other in the middle of the kitchen where someone could probably walk in at any time. This does not stop him from squeezing on her jaw though but he could not deny that he was now confused of what he was trying to prove. A couple of seconds ago he knew he was pathetically trying to feel less inferior in their relationship but now, he did not know what to say nor what to do, all he feels is a childish hurt from her actions and words and so, like a bipolar man, he loosens his hold upon her jaw once more as he stares at her features intently with his eyebrows furrowed.

"Christ.." The male mutters audibly, looking at her square in the eyes. What was he doing? The question echoed in his head as he began to notice the tears on the corner of his eyes and wondered what happened seconds ago. He was completely perplexed as to why he came down the point of hurling hurtful words directed towards his wife, his beloved wife. What has gotten into him?

"I'm so sorry, I messed up." Eunwoo, coming into his senses, admits and apologizes in a low voice, the hand on her jaw travelling towards her cheek as his thumb caressed the tear-stained skin shakily. The corners of his eyes began to dampen and in no time, a tear drops down her cheek. It wasn't from her own eyes though, but instead it was from his as he wept silently, guilty about his actions towards the woman.

@✿ eunwoo c。 spits the bread back at you and kicks you in the crotch once more before using the remaining willpower to flip the positions back to where it was in the first place; me being on top of you.

@✿ jungha b。 cRieS n wEEPs n sTufFs bReAd inSide uR moUth

@✿ eunwoo c。 completely really apologetic about the kicks in the crotch and , she bites down on her lower lip and looks on warily, trying not to make even a slightest move in fear that he might grab her by the ankles lest she make an attempt to escape from this fight. to make it worse, he rested his head on her stomach, giving her no leeway to make her greatest escape ever. breathing in and out deeply, she tries to tell herself to calm down once more and praying that he could get off her soon. this kind of position is a kind of leverage for him to use in case he want to fight back and behold for her words come true.

"You !"

Oh my, oh my. how offensive is that, young man? a frown come over her eyebrows once more and her eyes are filled with shock, offence and sadness for it is a first for him to say such a thing to her in their barely a year-old marriage. His grip on her jaw is no less than a Grim Reaper trying to pull her into a death trap and she winces in response, struggling to get out of his hold and only blinks once the grip loosens over the seconds of time. she too notes that their faces is no less than an inch away and of course he trying to kiss her. still pissed at how he treats her and talks to her like she is no less than a /no offence to call-girls/ when all along she has been fearful of this man, she whips her face to the side, showing her cheeks to his approaching lips and huffs.

"I am not kissing a man who calls me a and show no respect to women. I ain't raising a son if we ever have one to be like you."

@✿ jungha b。 The drunken man does not even notice the tears that were subtly rolling down his favourite porcelain cheeks and he continues off ranting about how she should be the one far more superior in his desperation to make himself feel better about the current stand he had in their marriage. He looks down at her, throwing his guilty thoughts at the deepest parts of his mind as he rambles out bull, uncaring if it was hurting her even more than he opted it to be. Yes, he was purposely saying these to hurt her, why? Bull, he just wanted to deviate his guilt into something else and he could not think of anyone else to blame /although she was not to be blamed at all/ about how inferior he felt in their marriage, of how his friends start to look down on him for he cannot even control his wife as it was the other way around. He wanted her to know and feel what he feels whenever they meet up with their mutual friends and hear them shamelessly gossip about how he was the useless one in their relationship, how they think he was just feeding off her money or how they think that he was just taking advantage of her disability and kind heart by luring her into an early marriage. He hoped he could change these rumours by raising a kid with her, he liked kids and have always been excited to have one of his own but she just was not ready for it for a lot of reasons. He doesn't understand why though. They were both getting older and he thinks they should start a family by now or their marriage would not be considered a strong one at all.

A blast of jolt pure of pain rushes towards his crotch and he could not help but let go of her hands as he used his own to cup his throbbing manhood, clutching on it tightly and protectively as he leaned his head against her stomach, his eyes shut close as he waits for the pain to subside. By then the male was almost completely sober, due to the pain gnawing at his crotch, and he hears every single word she utters, registering it in his head but due to his high pride, he shakes these thoughts off and reaches up to grab her by the jaw, squishing it roughly as he spoke. "You !" Those were the first words that came out of his mouth and he looked down at her intently, sending daggers through his eyes while his other hand continues to caress his abused crotch. Eunwoo squeezes her jaw tighter, uncaring if it hurts her for he was simply too pissed at her as of the moment and he leans in, about to whisper something near her face only to get tongue-tied as he stared at her features. The male is suddenly awoken from his bull and he loosens his hand on her jaw, refusing to retract it, and leans even closer to take her lips in his.

@✿ eunwoo c。 he simply lay there, as if struggling with something and she decides she need to stop yelling into his face and loosens her grip on his shirt and let out a sigh. if there's a sigh counter, she is pretty sure she has hit a few thousands by now. preoccupied by her thoughts, she sees that the male has reached up to her ear, nearly flinching before realizing what he is about to do and her left hand shoots up to defend her hearing device only to hear nothing. the usual sounds of his breath, the sounds of chairs creaking and the sounds of my own breath, it all stop just for her and leave her the empty void of sounds, filling it up with choking silence. she looks to her left and there lies her broken hearing device, parts of it scattered around where it is thrown at.

tears fills up her eyes and words get stuck at , her hands completely removing themselves from his shirt and even with the slightest contact against his shirt, she could feel his chuckles rising up from his chest and soon enough her eyesight is blurred due to the tears. she blinks once, twice to get the salty water out and shakes her head once before looking back at the unapologetic man. he might be drunk but when one is drunk, he's being truthful with his words and actions and knowing all he is saying now, it must be what is hurting eunwoo in which she concluded.

with a deep breath, she bows her head slightly and wonders just how much she want to punch him for the next round before her view is changed by her looking up at him instead of the other way round like earlier on. pushing her eyebrows together using the facial muscles around it, she frowns and squirmed in his hold, her eyesight still blurred by the tears and decides that she has enough of this 'male superiority' and bring her right knee up, knocking him so hard in the it might shatter to bits if it is not for the meat around his butthole.

"Yes, you might be a man and you should be earning more but let's not throw your weight around and saying i should heed by your words, your commands and whatever you gonna spew out. I have my human rights and for god's sake, I'm your wife!" With that said all out, she bring up her other knee to kick him in the crotch hard. "And i have enough of this bull! You're not working just as hard in your work either. You're simply not inspired enough to do more paintings and you're not even taking up more photography works. GET OFF YOUR AND GET OUT THERE instead of swallowing in self-pity."

@✿ jungha b。 Admittedly, his wife punches like a professional boxer based on how his head rang as her fist connects with his jaw. The second punch, however, causes the guy to lean his cheek against the cold floor for it made him dizzier than how he actually was. He rests his eyes, thinking he would not receive another punch from the surprisingly strong woman only to be proven wrongly when another punch lands against his cheek this time, pressing his head harshly against the hard ground and his head rang even louder that he could not hear anything for a few moments.

He does not know what happened for he was really dizzy but he remembers how she kept opening , seemingly shouting down at him, although he could not really comprehend what she was saying. He merely stares up at her in a drunken haze as she continues to lean close to his face, opening and mouthing words he could not understand. Maybe it was her string punches or the way she aggressively shook his frame but the male was slowly getting sober and his hearing was starting to work back fine but the first thing he hears is all about that stupid issue again, which in turn pisses off the drunk man once again.

And so the man reaches up a hand towards her deaf ear, grabbing her hearing aid roughly before throwing it across the room. In this state, he thinks that what he did was something to be proud of and so he flashes a smug smirk up at her despite the bust out lip and the visible bruise resting upon his jaw. he didn't know why he did that, nor does he understand what he was doing at the moment, why he was picking a fight with her but his pride held him up and he speaks in a mocking voice. "What? Can't hear properly now, deaf lady?" Eunwoo starts, a chuckle rumbling from his chest before he proceeds with his statement. "Maybe that's why you don't want kids, because you're afraid they'd be disabled like you." Despite being aware of the bull he was spewing out, he could not care less and taunts his wife to her fullest.

Applying force against her body, he flips their positions and pins her against the cold hard ground, propping his arms to support his torso as he pins her hands on each side of her head through holding tightly to her wrists, wary that she might hit him once again. The male looks down at her hooded eyes that was accompanied by a drunk version of a lopsided smile that played upon his lips before he speaks up once more. "You, you act so mighty all the time, why? Because you earn more? Because you're older? Well, let me tell you, I am the male here and therefore you heed by my wants." Given that the male heard almost nothing of her statements just a minute ago, he continues pressing on the superiority issue, acting brave and mean despite feeling ty deep inside because he was well aware that he could not provide for him and his wife because he was being too relaxed.

@✿ eunwoo c。 the first time he calls out to her, she is merely ignoring him and go about to do what she needs to. the second time didn't rattle her but the tone in that voice that is yelling out at her is enough to blow her fuse and she turns around to stare, literally throwing killer glares his way and switches the stoves off first. walking around the island counter and standing in front of it, she crosses her arms on her chest and leans backwards against it, merely watching him trashing about. if anything, she could commend him a gold medal for not being withstand the intoxication of the alcohol.

His mockery of her hearing device seems to rile her up within and she presses her tongue against the inner cheek, mentally telling herself to calm down and not to get all upset with the way he is speaking to her. To hell with that, he even forget who is the older one here. Another sigh of exhaustion leaves her lips and she looks down, her right hand covering her view of what's happening and her slender fingers massaging her throbbing temples. why does she have to deal with this right after her work? She looks up once again, visibly tired of everything and rests her hand on the lower part of her face and watches on.

What happened next is something she cannot control within her means as he starts to hurl more hurting words, especially on the gender, disability and the monetary status between the two of them. unable to tolerate any longer, she marches over to the lying husband, sitting atop of him and her left hand grabs the collar of his shirt. her right hand curls into a fist and raises a little high above her eyes, bringing it down to punch his cheek in order to wake him up. Another punch and then a final one. It is time for him to see what he is truly blind to.

"Yes! I might be deaf! but only half deaf! and yes, i might earn more than you but what's wrong with that? i merely work so hard to earn this amount of money just so we can live a comfortable life. i am doing this just for us! i am not doing this just for me, but FOR US!" she yells loudly almost literally in his face and her right hand which was a fist earlier now grabs his shirt too and shakes him out of his stupor, hoping that her words stay in his head whether he is drunk or not. "I told you I am not ready for kids but i might be in the near future. you're only twenty! why are you so hung up on this? huh? you still have a long life ahead of you. not having kids at this point is not going to kill you."

@✿ jungha b。 The male furrows his eyebrows as her statement registers in his head and he bends his neck forward, trying to get a whiff of his smell only to furrow his eyebrows further at her accusation. He did not smell like alcohol, at least for him he didn't. Maybe she was just saying that to piss him off, or maybe─ maybe it's another disability of hers, aside from that deaf ear she's been dealing with her whole life. With another sniff at himself, Eunwoo turns on his chair to face the woman marching around the kitchen. "Hey." He started, trying to gain her attention only for his efforts to be futile, which in his drunken state agitated him even more. "Yah! Deaf girl!" The male shouts without much thought, the alcohol and his anger blurring his senses as he bobs his head slowly due to his drunken state. He beckons her over with a hand, swaying in his seat before he gestures towards the unoccupied chair right next to him.

"Come and sit!" Eunwoo states loudly, a hand coming up to his left ear to encircle his finger around his ear before pointing towards her, seemingly mocking her earpiece based on his actions. "Is that bull defective now? Can't hear me properly?" He continues mindlessly, shaking his head only to sway too much in his seat and end up falling on his side against the floor. Groaning in pain, he props himself with his hands but is unable to push himself back up which ends up with the male pushing the chair beside him a little too hard, eventually flipping it over as he shouts once more. "I am the boss of you!" The sentence was obviously directed to her and he flips the next chair over before proceeding with his drunken rant, or was he pouring out his thoughts?

"I am the male, I am far more superior, you understand? You're just a deaf girl who apparently earns more." With every word, the volume of his voice goes a little more louder and once again he gestures towards his left ear to mock her. "You're useless without your money, you understand? You're not even a wife to me. You refuse to bear my kids. And oh, that's a good thing, they might grow deaf life you!" He was well aware that her disability was not inherited but rather caused by something else but in such haze he was at the moment, he did not care for he was pettily insulting her just to make himself feel better about his stand in their relationship. Eunwoo gestures for her once again as he stayed seated against the cold floor.

@✿ eunwoo c。 "Hello, 'wife.'"

Such a good looking guy right there, all dead drunk and already slurring in his speech. The female cannot help but to snort silently, making a few steps forwards the dining room and perches her jacket on the chair. Her hands moves to the edges of the table, clutching it gently and her hazel eyes roams over the husband before her, noting the cigarette, the empty can of beer and the messy demeanour he now gives off. She has to admit he do look hot like this but at this time, she has to push the handsome image to the back of her head. "well, you're so damn drunk now, huh? if you do not have anything better to do at the moment, get back up to the bedroom and have a through shower. you stink. and i don't want to sleep next to a man who reeks so strongly of alcohol."

As a matter of fact, she wishes no alcohol in any form should be kept in the mansion but it is clearly impossible as she is the one who registers the both of them into the program in order to save the marriage... or not. Letting another sigh of defeat escape her lips, she straightens up and walks to where the stoves, fridges and many items needed to prep a dinner is and looks back every now and then, just to make sure he is not falling asleep right there. Jungha is so not going to carry his large build all the way up to their bedroom, god knows just how heavy he is. Even after reaching the island counter and walking around it to get to the fridge, she still keep her eyes on him just in case.

"Maybe i should cook something simple like... Kimchi fried rice and clear egg soup." She mutters under her breath, opening up the doors of the fridge, taking out eggs, kimchi and leeks before closing it and places them all on the counter. With that done on the list, she moves on to get the necessary pot and pan and put them on the stoves, filling the pot with water enough for two pax.

@✿ jisoo h。 Yoongi swirled his chair, facing away from the other male. Nodding his head while listening to Jisoo, letting a puff of air escape his lips. He hunched his back,"You need a chance to shine." Yoongi kept silent after realising what he said to a stranger he just met. Maybe he was butting into someone's business too much. The dishevelled haired male turned around to look at the latter's downcast expression for a few seconds before looking away at the half eaten slice of cake on the table.

Yoongi awkwardly pat his back, "Maybe they are worried for the viewership ratings? But I'm sure you have fans rooting for you." His eyes flickered back and forth between the kitchen counter and Jisoo's expression afraid that he would say something wrong. He coughed and retreated his hands to his wrist where his watch lies.

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@✿ seungwan s。 /after finishing my work today as a model, i walks inside the mansion with a tired look on my face because i was tired but most of all hungry. holding a papa john's pizza box i bought before i got here, i went over to the kitchen to get me a glass of my pepsi before i end up bumping into someone that was near the counter. Oh no, I am so sorry for bumping into y-holy shietu, it's you! /gasps in awe after realizing who you are when i turned around to face you. It's a pleasure to meet you, I am a fan!

@✿ jungha b。 9:40 am.

The male stirs up from his deep slumber, immediately reaching for the other side of the grand bed only to feel nothing but air which in turn encouraged a sigh to escape his parted lips. "Just one day." He mutters under his breath, only audible for him to hear. Why couldn't she just stay home and let him work for both of them? He had a job. Well, yes, he was just a freelance artist but it was still considered a job─ right? Shaking these thoughts off his head, the male rolls over to her side of the bed, his face stuffed against her pillow as he inhaled her scent. Damn, she have always had this fragrance around her that always had an effect on him, and in no time, Eunwoo finds himself relieving the burning desire he had for his wife inside the bathroom; thoughts about their current status pushed to the deepest part of his mind.

1:00 pm.

Staring off at the barely painted canvass in front of him, he lets himself get swallowed up by his thoughts as if they were beggars for his attention; the only downfall is that the more he paid attention to them, the more they took a part of his self. Thoughts began gnawing at his brain, knocking their heads against his skull as his head started pounding like crazy. They were all the same though. Always the same thing invading his head nowadays and he could not take it any longer. He didn't know if it was anger or it was his insecurities but a strong emotion was burning inside him to the point where his fingers moved on its own accord, clutching onto the brush as if he was trying to snap it in two while he painted. Every were a capsule for his emotions and he did not know was he was trying to picture out with his canvass but nonetheless lets it be, anxious of what the final result would look like.

5:58 pm.

Eunwoo, having his forehead leaned against the kitchen counter as he tried to sober up, quietly murmurs to himself. He regrets how drunk he was as of the moment but at the same time he regretted why he left his friends to drink alone as he waited for his wife. The male regrets a lot of things, and in such drunken state, even the thought of being married to Jungha was considered a regret for him. "Your wife is older and earns more than you, man!" That sentence echoed even against the shadiest parts of his skull that he started banging his head against the marble top before taking another swig from the cold beer. He shouldn't be affected by such foolishness composed into a bull of an excuse sentence, he shouldn't.

Suddenly leaning back to sit up straight, he looks around the room, wary of the other occupants of the mansion before chugging down the remains of his drink. He takes out a cigarette, holding it between his lips as he swayed towards the long table a few steps away to take a seat from a randomly pulled chair. If there was one thing to describe how the male looked right now, it would be 'Music Video'. The thought encouraged a chuckle to rumble from his chest before he runs a hand along the mess of his hair, sighing so deeply that the cigarette falls off his lips. He stares at the stick on the floor, suddenly getting buried at the thoughts of how much of a low-life he truly was compared to his once-beloved wife. He was a mess and he was desperate. Hell, he was so desperate /especially about having kids/ that he stepped over the boundaries they have set about raising their own children by taking her raw the precious night, even though she clearly voiced out that she wasn't ready to have one just yet.

"She would be so pissed if she remembers." Eunwoo states with a snort coming right after his statement. His dainty fingers reach out for the fallen cigarette, bringing it up to his eye-level as he started lecturing it, although he was actually trying to open his eyes about the fact that his wife was the one far more superior in their relationship when it comes to monetary matters which pissed him off once more. Drunk and pissed? Bad combination. And speaking of the devil, the wife slips in, standing still at by the kitchen door and he could not help but flash a sarcastic smile towards her way. "Hello, 'wife'." He slurs as he tries to sound sarcastic.

@✿ eunwoo c。 6:05pm.

The time where she always reached home by after her work stint at her father’s company which was painstakingly grown and to think she will be working together with her dad at the tender age of twenty-five. many has called it a mid-point life crisis but to her it is nothing more than a number. she still has so much more to learn about society and life itself. on top of that, getting married after barely turning twenty-five is something she didn’t expect. to a twenty-years old man nonetheless. it is quite annoying how the age gap is so big at least to her and to think she fall in love with this one out of every eligible bachelor.

after beating the mad crazy traffic jam, she finally arrives at the mansion and peers out of the front window shield, letting out a sigh at the thought of coming home to see the face of the crazily guy. yes, his hormones is at its mostest peak and she cannot understand just why he is so bent on having kids. for goodness sake, he is only twenty years old. why in the world does he so desperately wanting kids? pushing the questions to the back of her mind, she drive up to the car garage and parks it before alighting and locking it up. “You can do it, girl. just another day. just avoid eye contact and all’s gucci,” she mutters under her breath with her eyes tightly shut before opening them up again and let a sigh of exhaustion escape her lips.

jungha walks up the grand staircase that lead to the entrance doors and pushes through a smaller door fit for a human being and heads to the kitchen first, having to do her wife duty by making dinner for her husband. on the way there, she begins to take her suit jacket off and hangs it over her forearm before coming to a halt in her steps. sitting at the dining table is none other than him, cha eunwoo or was it lee dongmin?

@✿ reece k。 To say he was surprised would be an understatment, cause he could only release a threatening growl of frustration out of the sudden harsh action. the glass broke and all he could do was stare, eyeing the remains before focusing his attention back to the raging male that slowly closed the distance between them, going up on his face daringly. This was exactly what was bothering him. he knew Reece, he knew him like the back of his hand but the male, it seemed like he was not understanding the real problem here. Changmin never once disrespected what the male worked on, never once stopped him- if anything he would have never married someone who would stop him from getting somewhere, and he was not a kind of person who would commit such crime to anymore to bring misery, but these fights were getting miserable at this point.

"did i ing say i don't trust you? no. see? you dont even know what the problem is, you are just shouting in my face about how i don't trust you. when the did i even talk about your work, when did i even ing try to hold you back?? never, ing never. what im angry about is YOU brushing me off when im annoyed at something as if i have no ing right to be annoyed at it. im more than ing happy for you and our job, but you come home and dont even bother talking as if you have made vow to your job instead of me" he whispered, though the words were restrained, coming out with fire laced within them. he groaned, pulling himself away from the male's tight grip with an annoyed and exhausted expression before slowly making his way towards the bottom cabinet, pulling out a bottle of bitterness to pour for himself. He needed his mind to calm down, and taking a shot seemed like an amazing idea to sooth the aching brain. He remained silent, letting the bitter liquid burn down his throat before closing he bottle- not wanting to consider getting drunk in this situation. He just needed enough to keep his mind in the realm of sanity instead of losing his hold over things, just like Reece was in his opinion. When did they get to this? he had no idea.

@✿ subin p。 the sight of you scurrying to dinner made my eyes sparkle in amusement, the corner of my lips spread from ear to ear, i couldn't help but dote on you. my fingers go through my hair as you compliment the meal humbly, i shake my head and respond, "it's not much, i just used what was in the fridge." your hungry stare makes me chuckle and as you begin to dig in, i watch and wait for your reaction. i could feel my heart skip a beat as you react so enthusiastically to my meal, i remember why i married you all over again. "thank you, babe," i respond as i grab a napkin to dab onto the messy corners of your lips from across the table like a good, affectionate husband.

@✿ sooyoung p。 Having finished throwing a bag of supplies together for the episode filming the following day, Justine decided to wander around the house in hopes of finding something to eat. Running a hand through her onyx locks, she walked around with cautious footsteps, not wanting to frighten anyone with her sudden appearance, going through room after room until she found a kitchen, a smile blossoming on her lips as relief washed over her. Making her way into the room, she reached out to open the fridge, noticing a girl in the corner of her vision, seeming as though she were cooking something on the stove. "What are you cooking over there?" She inquired, pulling open the fridge door and searching through its contents.

@✿ haneul k。 I flipped through the channels nonchantly while slumped on the couch. My legs were crossed over the coffee table, making myself feel right at home - I scratched a foot with the other and muffled out a yawn. Just when I was begging to doze off, I heard you call out my name. I instantly sprung, knowing very well it meant that food was ready. I scurried through the living room and slid straight into the dining room, leaving a sandal behind along the journey.
"Wow. It seems amazing" I exclaimed, sniffling at air as if it were perfume. I pulled out a chair from across you and sat, staring hungrily at the plate, I was probably drooling but I was too hungry to notice. "You've outdone yourself again. I'm such a lucky wife" without awaiting your response, I picked up the fork and began to dig into the dish I'm an almost beastial manner, completely forgetting table manners and etiquette cause who got time for that anyways. "Hmmmmm. This ish sho goowd" I hummed, still chewing.

@✿ subin p。 shuffles through the fridge for ingredients: beef, broccoli, bell peppers, green beans, onions, mushrooms, bok choy; but they didn't have green beans or bok choy so beef, broccoli, bell peppers, onions, and mushrooms it was, but where was the garlic- kneels and looks in the bottom drawers of the fridge before realizing that garlic isn't supposed to be in the fridge and to the pantry i went, grabbing garlic, soy sauce, osyter sauce, sriracha, black pepper and salt and began to prep the ingredients, chopping the vegetables first and then the beef to avoid contamination; i drizzle oil over a large pan, coating it in oil and letting it heat up before adding in the onions because i sure damn love overcooked onions, yessir, then the garlic because mmm overcooked garlic y aas; then i add in the broccoli that are seriously hard af lemme just throw some water and soy sauce on it so it gets some flavor while it steams y e s ! ! in the meanwhile imma salt and pepper the beef to give it flavor because flavorless beef is just such a waste </3 and once i'm done with that i just kinda toss the chopped beef in with the broccoli and throw in that soy sauce and oyster sauce and why not the sriracha too haha- as the beef begins to brown and the broccoli gets /less/ firm, i throw in the other veggies too and stir it for a good minute before covering it so the veggies soak up the flavor of the soy sauce and oyster sauce and sriracha and ohhhhh man does that smell good *^^* i open up the lid to a steam of deliciousness, stirring it for another thirty seconds before calling your name to eat

"babe, i'm done," i shout to wherever you are, transferring the food to a plate of rice and getting you silverware like a good husband, i take it to the table because #househusband and sit across your plate with my own so we can eat together <3

Sooyoung was determined. She was determined to teach herself how to cook even if it killed her... which it very well might. She looked down at her red iPhone and looked at the instructions on how to make spaghetti. Yes spaghetti. The poor girl didn’t even know how to make spaghetti due to having so many chefs back at home. But this time there were no personal chefs to cook for her, so she had to do it herself. Not only was she hungry but she wanted to show Godfrey that she was capable of standing on her own two feet. More or less, she wanted his approval. Sooyoung turned the stove on high and put the pot of water onto the stove eye. She then waited for it to boil like it said it would in the directions on her phone. Standing there in the huge but unfamiliar kitchen, she sighed as she looked at the pot... hoping that nothing would catch on fire.