L's POV

*WHERE THE HELL IS SHE?!*

I laid down on our bed.

“Maybe she got into trouble?” I asked myself.

*I hope she’s okay…*

I then saw someone by the door-way.

Your POV 

You saw L lying on the bed.

*Maybe if I walk REALLY quietly he won’t wake up?*

“YAH! WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?”

*Aww . That didn't work -___-*

You turned around, “Uh, out…”

“Do you know what time it is?”

You looked at the clock, “2:30.”

“YEAH, TWO THIRTY IN THE FREAKIN MORNING WIFEY!”

"I didn't know I had a curfew," you mumbled.

“Do you know how worried I was?!”

You flinched at his loud tone.

"Sorry..."

“What were you doing anyways?”

“Sandeul took me out.”

You saw L tense up.

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You kept on tossing and turning in bed. No matter how hard you tried to fall asleep, you just couldn’t.

*He was worried about me…I almost forgot what it felt like to be worried about. Aw crap, I should’ve at least called or something...oh wait, I don't have a cell phone >>*

You sighed.

“Why are you sighing?”

You turned around to face L.

“No reason."

“I should be the one sighing, my wife ditched me to go out with some other guy,” he pouted and made a little 'humph' sound.

*Wasn't he mad like just a minute ago?*

You bit your lower lip, “I didn’t think it was that big of a deal.”

“I just thought that something bad might’ve happened. I didn’t mean to blow up like that,” he muttered.

“Why were you worried?”

“Huh?”

“Why were you worried about me? I can take care of myself.”

“Because…fake or not, you're still my wife. I'm SUPPOSED to be worried."

A wave of guilt washed over you, "I just thought that no one would really care if i was gone for a while."

L sighed and softly hit your head, “Well I do care dummy. Couldn't you have at least called?"

"No cell phone remember?"

"Remind me to buy you one, so I won't freak out the next time your gone."

"Sorry I made you worry."

L glared at you, “Yah, just remember that if I worry and get stressed, i'll get wrinkles. If I get wrinkles on my perfect skin because of you, I won’t let you off! So just remember that!" He warned. 

You laughed and laid back down. Just when you were about to try and go to sleep again, your stomach grumbled.

*Are you KIDDING me?? I’m hungry again T.T.*

You held on to your stomach, getting a look from L.

“Are you ever NOT hungry?”

You pouted, “I walked around a lot…”

He nodded over at the door, “Go wake up the chef, he can cook you something.”

You scowled, “Yah, why would I wake someone up at 2 in the morning just to cook me something? He’s probably tired anyways.”

L grinned, “So you do have a heart.”

You narrowed your eyes at him.

Before you could say anything, he suddenly got up and walked out the bedroom door.

*Where is he going?*

L's POV

She followed me out the bedroom, down the steps, and into the kitchen. It was pretty big, about the size of our bedroom upstairs. 

I took out a pan and a pack of ramyeon from one of the cabinets.

“What are you doing?” She asked.

I gave her a funny look, "Cooking ramyeon."

“Why?”

I laughed, “You’re hungry right?”

“Yeah…but I could’ve made it myself.”

“You’d probably burn the whole kitchen down.”

 She srunched up her face.

“Thanks though."

I shrugged, “I'm hungry too."

After I finished making the ramyeon, the two of us ate it right away.

She slurped up noodle after noodle, till have the pan was half-empty in a matter of minutes.

I stared at her, 'You eat like a pig wifey."

She shurgged, "I said I was hungry."

“Did you...have fun with Sandeul today?”

She paused, then answered, "Yeah."

I nodded.

“Why?”

“No reason.”

“He’s just a friend,” she mumbled.

“Don’t you have any girl friends you could hang out with?”

“Do you?” She countered.

“A few!”

“I have girl friends too, they're just invisible,” she chewed and swallowed another bite of ramen.

I scoffed, “Can I ask you something though?”

"Depends."

“If you had to choose between me and Sandeul, who would you choose?”

“That’s a stupid question.

“Could you just answer?!”

She sighed and rolled her eyes, “I choose the guy that makes me ramyeon at 2 in the morning.”

I titled my head, “JUST to make sure, that’s me right?” I pointed at myself.

She took a bite of her food and swallowed, “What makes you say that?”

I pouted.

"Can I ask you one other thing?"

"Is it another stupid question?"

I thought over it, "Probably."

She shurgged, "What is it?"

“You like me don’t you?”

She coughed and probably choked on her ramyeon.

I widened my eyes, got up, and patted softly on her back.

“Are you trying to KILL me??” She snapped.

I stifled back a grin, “Sorry wifey.”

“But really, you do like me right?”

She looked at me with skeptical eyes, “Do you like me?"

"Yup."

She scowled, "Are you kidding around?"

I grinned, "Yup."

She stuck out her tounge and went back to eating her ramyeon, complaining about how she could still hear the paparrazi outside. She kept on pushing my chopsticks away too T.T

Before I could sleep,  I realized that a thought was on bothering me.

*I wonder if I really do like you wifey...*