“Miyoung.” Youngjae said grabbing onto your hand. “Yes?” You said. “You know, for the past few years. I’ve been wanting to say this but it never came out.” Youngjae said. “Youngjae, you’re drunk. Talk to me when you’re not drunk.” You said. “I’m not drunk!” Youngjae shouted making you scared. “Ok, tell me. What is it? Is something bothering you?” You asked knelling down next to Youngjae.

“I like you. It’s been years Miyoung. I like you. I like you more than Daehyun likes you. I’ll treat you better than how Daehyun is treating you. Miyoung, I really like you. I liked you before Daehyun liked you. But I never had the guts to tell you. The first time I was going to confess to you was on the bus when we were in 6th grade. I heard you tell Daehyun that you liked him and my heart shattered to pieces. I thought that maybe after a few years you would forget about liking Daehyun and find someone else like me. But turns out the two of you got married. I attended your wedding acting like I was happy but deep inside I wanted to die. Why couldn’t I tell you earlier? Why did you have to marry a guy that doesn’t even love you? Why Miyoung, tell me why!” Youngjae said.

You were shocked, surprised and scared. You didn’t know if he was just saying these because he was drunk or he’s saying all this because he means it. You rubbed your belly and stood up. “I’m sorry Youngjae. I can’t like you in that way.” You said and ran out of the room. You locked the front door and ran to the car. “Oh my god, what just happened? It’s going to be so awkward the next time we see each other.” You mumbled to yourself. You started the car and pulled out the drive way. I like you. Keep echoing in your head while you were driving home. “Baby, what should mummy do?” You asked rubbing your stomach.

“Daehyunnie, we’re home. Let’s go in now.” You said trying to wake Daehyun up. “Home already? What’s going to be awkward?” Daehyun asked. “Nothing. Let’s go in now. I’m so tired.” You said. “You have to tell me, I’m your husb