"When you care about someone, everything about them matters to you."         Oh Sehun & Park Yerin’s House 09:27 p.m.     Oh Sehun was lounging comfortably on the couch, watching an American television series when Park Yerin stepped into their marital house. He glanced at the clock for a moment. A deep furrow formed between his eyebrows as he found out what the time was.     Meanwhile, the girl was busy typing on her cell phone and paying no attention to the man who was now standing in her way. She almost cursed when the white device slipped from her grip as she bumped onto his sturdy chest. Thanks to her husband’s fast reflexes, catching the gadget in no time.     “Where have you been?” he asked impassively, gazing down at her with his dull eyes.     It was as if he had no interest in knowing her whereabouts yet he bothered to ask.     “It is none of your business, Sehun-ssi. Now if you don’t mind, please give me back my cell phone,” she replied, eyeing him coldly.     “If anything involves my wife, then it is my business,” he retorted, eyes still showing no emotion.     “I think we have made a clear agreement about this,” she said, her voice grew tired. “’Individuals are given freedom to do whatever they want’ in case you forget,” she continued, pointing out one of the deals they made prior to their marriage.     “I don’t think your parents will be proud of you if you are caught cheating on me.” His voice held a warning that shouldn’t have been there in the first place. Just because.     She laughed sarcastically upon hearing his remark.     “I suppose you are trying to joke, Sehun-ssi,” she spat rather harshly. “You are the one who keeps coming out with scandals after scandals. Wherever I go, I always hear women brag about how you make them feel good on bed. Now tell me, who is cheating on who?” she added.     Well, it was a question that her husband failed to answer.     “I suggest you to take a moment and reflect on yourself before you are trying to judge me, Sehun-ssi. You are no saint yourself,” she delivered her last words while snatching her phone from him, her eyes locking with his.     It was not like she wished to see any emotions in his lifeless, dark orbs.     And it usually ended that way. He started the argument and she would always be the one who left the scene outraged.           Angel-in-us Coffee, Myeong-dong 10:11 p.m.     There were seven of them, sitting together in the cozy café owned by the youngest. Kim Yugyeom always had a thing with coffee and after three years begging, the young lad was finally allowed to open his very own coffee shop.     Of course, there was an equal price he must pay.     “The never ending meetings will be the death of me,” he squealed, showing his puppy eyes to the other six, older males. “I wonder how you guys could survive this suffocating lifestyle.”     “Well, managing a hospital is a lot easier than I expected,” Jaebum said, nodding his head.     “I was a law student, remember? Leading my father’s law firm is nothing hard. Not really, I mean,” Jinyoung added before taking another sip of his latte.     “I love fashion as hell so when I was offered one of BC subsidiaries to manage, it thrilled me more than it burdened me,” Bam Bam agreed with the two older males.     “Don’t look at me. I barely att