Heaving deeply, I flicked a stray bead of sweat off my nose and let myself fall over onto the bare mattress in the corner. I swear, this body of mine wasn't built for such manual labor.

"Hey! Stop laying around! You still have to move the fridge! Where am I gonna put all the goat that I bought?"

Ugh, fifteen years later and she's still bossing me around.

Wait a minute, what goat?!

"Come on Taeyeon, at least give me ten minutes to rest. Chanyeol and I have been unpacking the trucks for the last five hours, while you and Luna were just standing there barking commands at us." Like father like son, as the old saying goes. I wonder if the phrase "Like mother like daughter," was ever used?

My wife merely sighed as she walked over to me from the doorway and laid herself on my chest.

"Alright, alright. But only for a few minutes! I can't have you getting lazy on me!" she proclaimed, pushing herself off of me as quickly as she had gotten on. She proceeded to rummage through the boxes in our bedroom, pulling various things out and casting them aside.

Damn.

I'm going to have to clean that up later.

Taeyeon certainly hasn't changed much from our high school days. She's still got that crazy domineering spirit that makes me want to rip out my hair and madly kiss her at the same time. Her energy is as boundless as ever, what with assuming the position of CEO at the advertising agency that she works at, AND still keeping the role of mother and wife.

She does the latter surprisingly well. You should see the way she dotes on our kids, plain spoils them I tell you. In fact over the years, Taeyeon has even softened up on the way she acts with me; no more of the dictatorial school girl that reigned over my life in days past. Now she's sort of like a belligerent school teacher to me.

As far as appearances go, time has done nothing to her still-stunning face. (You could say that the same goes for me. Not that I'm being narcissistic or anything, mind you.) She hasn't grown taller though. She's still the cute little danshin that shocks people of her age. Her hair is nearly back to the length it was when we first met, of normal length just an inch longer than her shoulders. And more often than not, Taeyeon keeps her hair in a damnable ponytail, swaying it back and forth whenever she's around me. Agh, damn me and my ponytail !

I mean preference. Ponytail "preference."

Sometimes she even goes so far as to brush her ponytail against my face, allowing me to inhale her intoxicating scent. On days such as those, where the teasing reaches a maximum, I give our kids all the money I have in my wallet and tell them to go to the arcade for a few hours.

You can probably figure out why, you damn erts.

Oh, right… I suppose you're wondering how I ever fell for Taeyeon in the first place. I know that a sixteen year-old me would've definitely laughed at the very thought of marrying, much less dating, the girl. Contrary to what many of you may believe, I didn't stick with her because someone had to keep her happy (That was part of being friends with her anyways.); no, I genuinely grew to love the crazy dynamo known as Kim Taeyeon. Yet, even though I love Taeyeon, I'm still surprised to this day that she stuck with me for more than a week. Honestly, what did she ever see in me? (Not that I have low self-esteem or anything) Maybe it was on our first date, which was painfully awkward for the both of us I might add, when I…

You know what, let's keep that story for another day. (Seriously, my head is thumping like crazy from moving furniture for five hours straight in the sweltering heat. I'm having a hard time focusing on what's happening right now as it is.)

"Hey, Leeteuk!" Taeyeon chirped from behind a stack of boxes, snapping me out of my daydreaming.

Another factor that's held up these past fifteen years: she still calls me "Leeteuk".

"You know, we're both thirty-two and married. You ever think you could call me by my real name instead of that?"

"Nope! Leeteuk was who you were when I met you, and Leeteuk's who I'll remember you until we're both rotting in the ground!"

That's actually kind of sweet… in a morbid, Tim Burton-ish sort of way.

"Whatever, whatever. Anyways, what do you need?"

"Look what I found!" she proudly exclaimed. Peeking from around a cardboard-layered pillar, she scampered next to me on the mattress, clutching a worn-out box.

"It's… a microwave? What did you do to the one in the kitchen? Did you break it again?!"

How many times have I told that woman that eggs won't incubate faster (or AT ALL for that matter) if you heat them up in the microwave?! Especially if you shove fifty inside at the same time!

"No, stupid!" She may have insulted me, but she looked pretty happy about her discovery. So I let it slide. "Look, look, look!"

Wiping off a layer of dust on the cover of the box, I read what was hastily scribbled onto a rather large piece of masking tape. It was a picture book of our school events. One of which was the basketball team, which I used to be a part of. I smiled at myself as I used to remember the fun old days. I remember Taeyeon cheering me on like crazy whenever there was a game.

A few seconds later, Taeyeon started laughing and with her infamous ahjumma laugh too.

"Why are you laughing?" I asked

"Ahahaha!! I just remember the time when you hated losing! Ahahaha! You'd always through tantrums like a kid!" she said, still laughing

It was true. I'm very competitive so I just hate losing. I know that it was really immature of me to do so but still, it was just so annoying whenever I lost. I looked at Taeyeon and she was still laughing at me, mockingly.

I decided to humor Taeyeon. "Well, I guess I'm out of here then."

"So, hurray then?" I asked meekly.

"You're damn right 'hurray then'!"

Still donning that wicked grin, Taeyeon ripped off the flaps of the box and began to sift through the objects inside. I could recognize a lot of what was in there.

Taeyeon's old headband, the bunny costumes, the ones Taeyeon used to wear whenever there were costume parties (Which could still manage to give me nosebleeds whenever I thought about her wearing them… Taeyeon, I mean. Sheesh, cut me some slack, I'm not the type to fantasize about other women!), the "Othello" game that that slick bastard Heechul and I would always be playing as we waited for classes to come, along with so many more pieces of memorabilia.

Wait, this was more of a time capsule than a supply chest!

As I continued to peer into the "chest", Taeyeon was rifling through these things like crazy, muttering little comments to herself with every new item she came across.

"Oooo! I remember this! Leeteuk, remember when we- Oh man, this thing? Ha ha! Hey Leeteuk, look at- What does this do? Guess I forgot, ha ha! Ooo, that! I nearly got expelled for using that! Hey, hey, Leeteuk! Leeteuk!"

Inwardly laughing at Taeyeon's wondrous child-like attitude, I turned to her….

"Yeah? What is i-" Only to be smacked in the face with some sort of rough cloth.

"Mmmmpppfmpffm!" I managed to say, my voice muffled by whatever my wife had shoved into my face. I tore said object from her hands, looked at it, then back at Taeyeon.

"My old school uniform?"

"Yep!" she beamed. "Look! I found mine as well!" She held up garments that I hadn't seen in nearly fifteen years, a wave of nostalgia wiping over me.

"Heh, sure brings back memories, huh Taeyeon?"

"Oh yeah, ha ha!" she said, nodding happily in agreement. "Hey, you know what'd be a fun idea?"

"Probably not. Your idea of 'fun' is different from mine, but go on."

"How about we put these on! C'mon, it'll be just like cosplaying!"

Hmm… I had to admit, that did actually sound pretty entertaining.Though I'd rather not think about it as "cosplaying". We get that enough from our daughter every year.

"Yeah, what the hell. If I can still fit in them, why not?"

"That's the spirit! Now go on, get out of the room! I'm going to change!"

"What? Why? It's not like haven't seen you undress before."

"This is different! I want it to be a surprise!"

What's there to surprise me with? Then again, with Taeyeon, everything's a surprise.

"Fine, fine, fine, I'm going." I griped, shuffling out of our bedroom and carrying my old jacket-shirt-tie-and-pants ensemble. As soon as I had left, Taeyeon slammed the door shut behind me, startling me and causing me to bump into our kids.

"Ugh, sorry bout that."

"Um… Dad? Are you and Mom fighting or something?" my eight-year-old son asked.

Honestly, I couldn't think of a day where Taeyeon and I didn't argue.

"I dunno Chanyeol, it must've been pretty serious! I mean, she kicked him out of their room and slammed the door on him! Maybe she saw lipstick on Dad's shirt and found out he was cheating on her! Dad, you cheating piece of scum, how dare you!"

How can you say that so easily, Luna?! Don't you have any faith in your father? I sighed. Jumping to conclusions, huh? She definitely got that from Taeyeon.

"No, kids, your mom is just preparing… a 'surprise' or something, so I can't go in."

"Surprise? Ew, Dad." Chanyeol said, sticking a finger in his throat as he made vomiting noises.

"Don't be so immature, Chanyeol, you farthead!" Luna remarked, punching her older brother in the arm.

"Look who's talking, fartface!" he replied, punching her in the same spot that she had hit on his arm.

Oh man, I could sense another one of their "Sibling Brawls" coming.

"I know you are but what am I?"

"An idiot!"

"Takes one to know one!"

"Don't make me hurt you, brat!"

"I don't make monkeys, I train them!"

"Waaagh, that's it Chanyeol" Luna yelled. She wrapped both of her arms around her brother's neck and sent the two of them tumbling across the empty living room floor. I could hear Chanyeol's grunts of pain as his sister repeatedly rammed his head into the garage door, cackling with mad delight. I should probably just leave them alone. I don't quite enjoy being the mediator to all their little scuffles. Oh, and don't think of me as a bad father for not doing anything to intervene. They've had too many of these fights to count, and trust me, they both (amazingly) end up unscathed and make peace with each other quickly. So, no need to worry about bad parenting on my part, is there?

Picking up my old uniform, I headed into the hallway bathroom and changed. I had to admit, I was quite surprised, seeing as how my old school clothes fit just as well as they did fifteen years ago. Had I not grown at all? Or did I grow, but just shrink because of my old age? Am I getting shorter? What about my hair, is it grey?! Is that a wrinkle under my left eye?!

Oh man, I haven't reached forty yet, and I'm already having a mid-life crisis! It doesn't matter anyways, I'm used to this kind of thing; every moment with Taeyeon is a crisis. (Though I wouldn't have it any other way.)

After I finished adjusting my tie to the right length, I gave myself a look-over in the mirror.

As I had said before, I (like Taeyeon) haven't changed much in regards to appearance. My hair is still the same as it was back then: short and brown, though a bit longer in the back. My overall body hasn't changed either, with my height the same (I think) and my weight neither growing nor decreasing. All those menial tasks that Taeyeon made me do (And still does on occasion) has given me somewhat of a good build: not overly muscled, but not too lean either. I also tend to frown less than I did in my high school days, partly because becoming enamored with Taeyeon, rather than agitated, has helped me to cope with her antics more easily.

As for my personality… finish this and you can decide for yourself, ne?

Well, I guess I look alright. Taeyeon is probably done by now, so I'm sure she won't mind if I go in already. Stepping back into the hallway with my other clothes in hand, I could hear that Luna and Chanyeol's fight had migrated upstairs.

I could also hear something shattering, Chanyeol screaming, and Luna laughing in triumph.

Damn.

Another mess I'm going to have to clean.

I made my way over to our room to check up on Taeyeon. Hmm, I wonder… what would she look like? I opened the door warily, expecting a flying kick to the head to be part of Taeyeon's "surprise."

Instead, I found her dressed in her uniform, crouching front of a large mirror with a pair of scissors in one hand and locks of her auburn hair clutched in the other.

She… she had cut her hair? About, one inch of it. It's now up to her shoulders

"Uh… Taeyeon?"

Whirling around, she threw her cut hair and scissors outside a nearby open window. I really hope that didn't hit anyone.

"Hey Leeteuk, what d'you think?" she asked with a hand on her hip, the other flicking her trimmed tresses.

I had to resist the urge from taking her right then and there. She looked just as she did fifteen years ago, like the beautiful high school girl that I loved to hate, yet hated to love. This time around though, her womanly curves had filled out the uniform quite nicely, with the blouse accentuating her… upper assets… And the skirt, good lord, the skirt; the short cloth did nothing to hide the pink lace of her undergarments, but certainly succeeded in showing off her lovely tan legs.

She was quite popular back then in high school. A lot of guys used to drool at her whenever she'd pass by because of her beauty but at the same time though, at lot of people were quite afraid of her because she was so noisy and scary.

Wondering why I didn't think that way like the other guys did in high school? Well, let's just say that I wasn't really the type to talk much. Not like I was an introvert or that I was shy, I just didn't bother doing so. There were so many people that I didn't like in high school, one of them by first impression was Taeyeon.

I was a new student at that time and Taeyeon was sitting right in front of me in class. Because she was so noisy, talking to her friends, I just told her to shut up. For some reason, she smiled, and weirdly enough, since then, she started stalking me. 

I don't know if she liked me or something. Back then, she didn't seem to. More like she was amused by my actions and that she wanted me to be a part of her group, probably because I was different. I didn't really see any signs of her liking me back then either. Like I said, she wanted someone like me to be more like an acquaintance.

"Leeteuk!" she snapped. "Stop standing there ogling me!" Was I that obvious? "That's a penalty, you know! Penalty!"

"Whoa, what's with the attitude?"

"I'm just trying to act the way I did back then!" she said with a smirk.

Guess I'd better play along then.

"Okay, Taeyeon. I'm moving, I'm moving."

"Good! Now, where's Sooyoung? I have a new outfit for her to put on!"

"I hope you don't expect me to drive you all the way to her place just for that. Plus, I think that she and Changmin are vacationing in America…"

"Leeteuk!"

"Oh, right, right, right, acting. I get it."

"Now, get to moving these boxes! I have no interest in a messy, ordinary room like this!"

"What?"

"You heard me!"

"Okay, okay…"

I grinned as I walked over to the nearest pile of boxes. Just like old times.

"Hrrk!" I groaned. What the hell?! Something tightened around my neck and…

Taeyeon.

Here I was, on my back, with Haruhi sitting on my stomach, my tie wrapped around her tense fist.

Oh yes.

Too much like old times.

"So Leeteuk, what punishment do you think is fair for an insolent person such as yourself?"

"I dunno." I said, both of us smirking at the situation.

"I think it's only just that I, as your wife, should have to deal you your disciplining myself."

"Well, let me have it then."

Taeyeon just giggled as she brought her face closer to mine, closing the gap between our lips. She strengthened her hold on my neck by pulling on my tie, while I wrapped an arm around her waist, ing further into mine. It was always Taeyeon who instigated little romantic escapades such as these, while it was I who kept them going. Still keeping a tentative hold on my wife with my right arm, I explored the rest of her body with my left, touching all the places I knew would drive her mad.

"Mmm… Leeteuk…" she moaned.

"Dad! Look at what Luna br- Ewww!" my son shouted as he burst into the room.

Oh crap… I forgot about Chanyeol and Luna. Dammit, I should've given them money beforehand! Yet, even though I felt my son's disgusted gaze pouring over us, I couldn't break away from Taeyeon.

"Dad! Dad! Don't listen to Chanyeol! That knucklehead is just- Ewwww!" she shouted, emulating her brother.

"Ugh, could you guys please do this when we aren't around? It's just gross!"

"And what's with the school clothes?! Are you cosplaying or something?!"

"Ick, come on Luna, let's go."

"Waaaay ahead of you…"

Only after I heard our kids rush out of the house did I separate ourselves and look at Taeyeon. Her cheeks were flushed and she was panting from the lack of oxygen, a wet string still hanging to both our lips.

"Wow…" she whispered, loosening her grip on my tie and snuggling her face into the crook of my neck. "We should've found these a lot sooner."

"Heh… yeah…"

We stayed in that position for a few more minutes before Taeyeon spoke up again.

"Hey, Leeteuk?"

"Hm? What is it?" I asked, her hair.

"You know, I doubt Chanyeol and Luna will be back soon…"

I raised an eyebrow at her, gazing at her unbelievingly.

"Well then, Chief. I'm all yours."

Needless to say, our uniforms didn't stay on much longer.