“Jae, where is my briefcase?!” I could hear Yunho’s voice holler up the stairs at me, slight panic in his voice. I couldn’t help but grin at the man’s forgetfulness. I left the porcelain bathroom attached to our bedroom, heading to our wardrobe to look in the mirror. Sure I should help him out, but a part of me doesn’t want him to leave. He can look for a it a bit longer, right?

The bedroom doors swung open, as Yunho hurriedly looked around the room for his precious briefcase. “Seriously, where did I put it?” I could hear him chant to himself as he tore our room apart. I’m right here Yunnie look at me, not your stupid case. I couldn’t help but think bitterly, I crossed my arms and stomped out of the bedroom. A silent hmph! sounded through my tightly closed lips. Why can’t he just for once, come in this room looking for me in the morning?

“Stop it Jaejoong, I don’t need this right now.” I heard Yunho call out from behind me, his tone in pleading at me.

“Stop what? If you can’t find that stupid case it’s not my problem!” I turned around my arms still crossed as I glowered at him.

“Stop hurting!” he yelled back, shocking me slightly. My glare faded and I just stared at him shocked. So he does know…then why does he act like he doesn’t?

“Then don’t hurt me!” the shock passed and now I’m just angry, I walked back into our room and slammed the door behind me. “Don’t leave me alone in this big house, don’t let me sleep without your warmth beside me and don’t act like I don’t exist! I’ll stop hurting as soon as you stop causing me pain.” I wanted to cry so much but there were too many nights I cried myself to sleep I no longer had any tears left.

“Jae-” he tried to speak but I stopped him.

“Enough, just go, your briefcase is in the office upstairs…where it always is.” I reopened the bedroom doors not even glancing back at my distraught looking husband. I didn’t want to yell at him, I know my pain causes him agony. Even worse, knowing that he is causing my pain must be eating him alive right now. I don’t want to hurt you either Yunnie, I still love you, please know that.

I made my way to the kitchen, my only wish to cook my frustration out…maybe even make a ‘will you please forgive me’ lunch for Yunho. I put the apron on and began to slowly but surely make the apology food.

Moments later I could hear the front door slam.

A/N: This is a test drive chapter, I hope whoever reads this likes it :)