Running as fast as he could, he finally stopped. He didn’t know why he was running madly? Nobody chased him nor asked him to do it. He bent down his body and gasping for air. “This is what you always want, right wife?” he muttered under his breath. “You always want me to avoid her and I do. But at least, tell me why?” He shut his eyes and clenched a fist. His emotions were inconstant.

“Sunggyu, gwenchana?” Someone asked. That someone was standing in front of him, staring at him in concern. He lifted up his head and met her gaze. Just by hearing her voice, he knew it was Taeyeon.

He sighed and straightened his body. Those pair eyes of him never left her face. “I’m not okay. Go away or I'll kick you.”  Sounded harsh enough, he walked away, leaving her.

Being Taeyeon she was, she never gave up. Moreover, on him. She wasn’t like Haenim who disliked urging nor forcing people to tell them what happened. Taeyeon was a definition of impatient.

“Kim Sunggyu, wait!” she quickened her pace and walked side by side with him. For a while, they were trapped in silence. “Yah, you’re so moody these past few weeks. I hate it.”

Sunggyu sniffed. “Why would you? Want me to remind you that we always hate each other?”

Taeyeon scrunched her nose. “Well at least, fight me back.”

“What? I didn’t fight you back enough?”

She shook her head. “Rare. I hate it.” In fact, I miss it. She whispered the last part in her head.

“Whatever.”

-  -  -  -  -  -

Done taking bath, Sunggyu lied down on his bed and his mind began to space. How’s my wife looks like? Is she pretty? Or maybe, cute? Is she understanding? Nah, I really want to meet you, wife. He rolled his body and went too much until he fell down from his own bed. “Oww!”

“Kim Sunggyu, what are you doing?!” Mrs. Kim hollered from downstairs.

Sunggyu rubbed his head and hissed in pain. “I fell down, Omma!” he replied and his mother was silent. She had been used to it. Falling from the bed was too familiar to Sunggyu. After the pain had reduced, he got up and picked his blanket which fell together with him. But then, he recognized something on the floor. A letter...

Dear husband,

Do you heard it? My voice. You were sleeping with Haenim and I can’t take it. I want to give a letter to you, but obviously, you were sleeping. How can a sleeping people read?

Taeyeon was so cared about you. Why don’t you at least show some interest in her instead of Haenim? Please, listen to me. I'm doing this for your own sake. At the end, I'm the one who is going to cry. Choose someone who knows you better. Take care, I love you.

Lots of love,

Your wife.

He scoffed and grumpled the paper. “That was all the thing you keep repeating! Treat that Taeyeon nicely and make to Haenim. If you really can read my mind, I want you to show up! Now.” His tone clearly showed he was mad. Very mad. His jaw clenched and his fingers curled into a strong fist.

“You said, you love me THAT MUCH. Then, come on. Come to me like a magic as how magically your letters popped out everywhere.” He was mocking her.

And she heard it.