hi. its been ages (7 months). i got writer's block. im sorry TT 

a short ud 

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“What are we doing?”

“Hugging.”

“Okay but why in the middle of the living room? While standing?”

“Because it’s the only cold place in this cursed house.”

The couple has their arms around each other.

Although Joohyun was still questioning their current situation.

“Wait.”

Joohyun broke off their hug.

“If you feel hot, why would you hug me?”

Seulgi pulls her in again.

“Noooo. This feels more comfortable.”

Needy . Joohyun thought.

“I’ve got things to do you know? I have due dates—unlike you.”

“Stop throwing shades at me Hyunnie. Just love me.”

*

“Kang Seul—what are you staring at? Stop grinning like a ing idiot! We’re late.”

Seulgi’s still half and there’s only 15 minutes left to drive to the Seulgi’s parents’ place.

“Wear something! Oh my God! How can you chill? We’re like—so ing late. If you weren’t just being a needy earlier, I wouldn’t talk this much.”

Joohyun looked at her wife again and found her doing nothing.

“Kang Seulgi! Oh my God! I’ve said that word for about four times within a minute already! Move your right now—”

“You’re so beautiful Joohyun-ah.”

Joohyun stopped.

“You’re blushing.” Seulgi pointed out.

“Oh yeah? And what are you gonna do about it?”

“Kiss you to make it worse.”

Seulgi surely won that argument.

*

“You’re like a retired 60 year-old, seriously.” Joohyun sighed and threw her tote bag at Seulgi’s face.

“Hey. That was rude Kang Joohyun.” Seulgi frowned.

Seems like Joohyun isn’t really on the mood tonight.

“There’s food in the kitchen. I ordered a take-out a while ago.”

Joohyun grumbled.

“I’m not hungry.”

She walked inside their room.

Seulgi followed her wife.

This day won’t end with pissed Joohyun.

Seulgi stood by the doorway and stared at her pouting mad wife.

“Who made Hyunnie angry?”

Joohyun didn’t answer, instead she looked up at Seulgi from their bed and—she shouldn’t have done that.

She wanted to stay mad at the rude narrow-minded professor she talked to earlier and looking at her wife won’t help.

Because Seulgi smiled—eyes curved like crescents, her fat cheeks, her teeth—everything.

Joohyun can’t help but smile too.

“There it is.” Seulgi said with pride.

“I hate you.”

“I hate you too.”

“Whatever Kang. I’m hungry.”

“I thought you—”

“I’m hungry.”

“Yes Ma’am.”