“Seokmin?” she peered into the living room, her hands occupied with a tray.

 

“S-Sorry I’m running a little late,” her husband was currently shoving his shirt into his dress pants messily. Rushing over to his bag, he only met Yuju’s lips for a quick second for the usual morning kiss.

 

“Be careful,” she smiled. Her gaze lowered to the tray within her hands. On top was mug made up of an aqua floral pattern, matching the kettle by its side. There was a small plate of baked goods, which was freshly taken out of the oven.

 

“Aw,” he took one of the cookies and shoved it into his mouth. “Thanks but, I should really get going.”

 

“I know,” she exhaled and watched him exit their house.

 

Their household always seemed to empty. She lowered the tray onto the coffee table and gave a long, stale sigh. She poured herself a cup of the earl grey and held it within her palms.

 

The eery silence that filled her house sent shivers down her spine. It just felt...dead. Broken. And she couldn’t help but to feel that way too.

 

KNOCK KNOCK

 

It echoed throughout the hallways. Lowering the mug into the surface in front of her, she made her way towards the door and twisted the knob.

 

“Yuju!” the women on the other side rejoiced. It was the one and only. SinB.

 

“SinB!” she immediately threw her arms over her neck and pulled her in for an embrace. Her fingers were scrunching up the ends of her curled, dark hair. Yuju admired that signature hairstyle. It seemed really in at the time, but no one could pull it off like SinB. She loved the way it swirled by her shoulders and straightened by her porcelain, slender face. She couldn’t tell if she was lingering for much too long, but she didn’t seem to care.

 

“Can I come in?” she parted. Yuju stretched a grin.

 

“Of course,” she gestured to the living room. SinB ran her hands over her tight skirt, the beautiful, over-the-top pattern sticking to her muscular legs. It really did bring out the lines and curves of her body, which Yuju admired...a little too much. “There’s poured tea by the coffee table. I can bring out another cup and--”

 

“Oh, I’m okay,” she smiled, borderline smirked, as she brought the cup to her bright red lips. She took small sips, but her eyes never left the now flustered Yuju. “If you’re okay with it.”

 

“Of course not,” she piped out an awkward chuckle. Taking a seat next to her, she clasped her hands onto her lap and fumbled with her thumbs. “So what brings you here today?”

 

“I was just very lonely in my house,” she admitted, pursing her lips. “It gets very quiet after my partner leaves.”

 

“Tell me about it,” she rolled her eyes and snickered. “It does get...very silent after Seokmin leaves. Really ashame,” she shook her head and leaned over for a baked good. “You’re always welcome here. Trust me.”

 

“Thank you so much,” she reached her hand over to her lap. Her fingers stretched over to her’s, her nail gently scratching against the back of Yuju’s hand. She ran it up her wrist and up her forearm, following the curve, all the way up to the biscuit. She traced the crumbly surface and let out a small chuckle.

 

Yuju had her eyes glued onto her, admiring every inch of her dazy face. Her lips were slightly parted, and her eyes were crinkled a tad. Maybe it was the angle, but she just looked like an angel. It was the angle. Of course it was. Right? That’s what Yuju was hoping for.

 

And the way her lips tasted sweet. It must have been the biscuit sweetening it. It must have been the tea they shared. Maybe the lipstick. Hopefully. They had to be soft because of the weather. Not the way she gently swooped in. Not the way she cupped her cheek lovingly and brought her in alluringly. And of course it wasn’t the way she the surface devilishly, making Yuju part her lips in a moan.

 

Of course it wasn't. She as Yuju. The wife of Seokmin. She was the perfect wife. She waited for him to come back patiently. She cooked for him, cleaned for him and loved him. She was perfect. They were perfect.

 

...but so was SinB. The way she eased a smile as she pressed her body up against her's. The way she breathed a sweet scent of honey and lavender which Yuju swirled within, craving for more. The way she gazed at her with that twinkle in her eye.

 

'Perfect...perfect...perfect...' she said to herself. Ove rna dover and over. Until it dissolved into their kiss and she forgot all about it.