"You promised you would be here." 

Jeonghans voice lacked no real emotion but judging by the frown tugging on his lovers face, Seungcheol knew he was upset. After all, this was the third time He'd come home late from 'work'. 

On a normal occasion, Seungcheol would have apologized and kissed his husbands frown away. Maybe he would have even ordered some takeout and cuddled with him while watching some random chick-flick. But this wasn't a normal occasion. 

It was their anniversary. Their third one to be exact. 

Seungcheol had not a single excuse, and could only stare at the ground in shame. 

The silence was painful for Jeonghan. Even more so when he smelt the distinct perfume of a woman coming from the elder. He wordlessly stood from their living room couch and brushed past him, heading down the hall to their shared bedroom. The loud click of a lock echoed throughout the house, a grim sign that Seungcheol would not be allowed back into the room for a long time. 

Ignoring the heavy pain in his chest Seungcheol grabbed the throw blanket that was thrown half-hazardously over the couch and got comfortable. He pretended he was fine. He pretended their relationship was fine. 

He pretended he didn't hear Jeonghan sobbing in their bedroom, the sound muffled with a pillow that the younger was most likely holding against his mouth to prevent him from hearing.