Sungjong woke up when he heard someone knocked the door so loudly. He checked on his phone; 2:00 AM. “Who could that be?” Sungjong asked half awake.

“Yah, Lee Sungjong! Open this door quick! What are you doing? Lee Sungjong, yahh!”

“Myungsoo?” Hurriedly he rushed to the door and opened it. He saw his angry husband glared at him. He gulped. Myungsoo grabbed Sungjong’s back hair. “What made you can’t open the damn door faster?! What did you do?!” Myungsoo’s voice heard so hard. Sungjong tried to hold back his tears. He endured his pain.

“I-I was sleeping. I’m sorry I don't hear you,” Sungjong said trembling. “Huh! Sorry sorry, sorry no cure!” Myungsoo let go Sungjong roughly. Sungjong fell on the floor. He was so shock. The tears were flowing, betraying his eyes.

“You should be more careful, sensitive and sharp next time!”

“I-I’m so sorry,” Sungjong helped himself to get up. “Yo-you didn’t bring your keys?”

“I forgot! Hey, do you just say I troubled you? So now I’m a burden, huh?!” Myungsoo took Sungjong’s collar shirt and pushed him to the wall, pinned the latter, stared deeply into his soul through his beautiful big doe eyes. Myungsoo could tell that Sungjong was scared. Good.

“I didn’t mean that. I was just asking. I’m so sorry.” Myungsoo scoffed. He released Sungjong and headed straight to his room. Sungjong let out a relieved sigh. “Where have you been Myung?” Sungjong was just curious. “None of your business!” Myungsoo went into the room and slammed the door. Sungjong was speechless. 

You’ve changed so much Myungsoo, so much.

 All of Sungjong could do was crying.

The next day, everyone at the college was asking Sungjong why his eyes were swollen. Sungjong was simply answered he had been crying because watched a really heartbreaking movie last night before he went to bed. He said he was all right and nothing to worry about. Yup, of course Sungjong was lying to his friends.

On the afternoon, when he backed home, he found Myungsoo was still at home.

He’s not going to work? Sungjong asked himself.

Sungjong went to his room and was about to change his clothes. Suddenly Myungsoo barged in. Sungjong jumped because he was shocked. He quickly covered his exposed upper body. Myungsoo pulled a poker face. “Yah, I’m hungry. Cook something for me.”

“O-okay.”

Myungsoo closed the door and Sungjong sighed. Not a minute later, Myungsoo opened the door again. “Quick!”

“I’ll do it now,” Sungjong wore back the shirt and headed to kitchen. He was going to make carbonara spaghetti. While Sungjong was busy in the kitchen, Myungsoo was doing his editing in the living room. The smell from the cooking was so good and made Myungsoo’s tummy growling.

A few minutes later, the dish was ready.

“Myung, it’s ready,” Sungjong called for him. Myungsoo walked to the kitchen and took his seat at the dining table. Sungjong put the spaghetti in front of his husband. “Here, I hope you’ll like it.” Myungsoo picked up a fork and took a mouthful of the spaghetti into his mouth, chewed it slowly.

“Ho-how was it? Good?” Sungjong asked carefully.

“Well, it’s edible. I eat it because I’m hungry, so yeah.” Myungsoo feed himself some more. “Yahh, where’s my drink? Do you want me to choke and died? Do you wanna kill me now?”

“I’m-I’m so sorry, I forgot.” Myungsoo groaned in annoyance. Sungjong put a jag of orange juice. “And the glass, Sungjong?” Sungjong rushed and picked up a glass for Myungsoo. “Can’t you even help me to p