“Why are you so freaking stubborn all the time?!  Why does everything have to be about you?!” MiYoung screamed with hot tears rolling down her face.

                “Why do you always complain about everything I do then?!” MinHo angrily yelled back.

                “That’s only because everything has to be all about you!  If for once you let me have something important, this wouldn’t happen!”

                “Oh, so you’re saying it’s my fault now?”

                “You know what?  Yes!  It’s your fault!  Why did I even fall in love with you?  You always think about yourself!  You don’t think about me at all!  Everything comes first and-and…I’m your last priority,” MiYoung argued as her voice slowly died down from her tears.  “I know you’re busy with your schedules and I understand that, oppa.”

                “If you do, then why are you saying you’re my last priority?  You know you’re my first and…” MinHo was cut off.

                “No, you don’t understand.  Before, I was your first priority and then look at us now.  We married at such a young age, knowing how much we love each other.  And I believe that.  I love you, oppa, but I feel that you don’t love me at all anymore.  When I need your help on something, especially on my paintings or sculptures, I need you here to help me or to be my model, but you always pass because Onew oppa needs help on something or even Krystal!  I know that Krystal is like your sister and mine, too, but, what about me?  Your wife?  Whatever happened that you’ll always be by my side when I need you?  When I do need you, you’re never here.”

                “MiYoung, I…”

                “Anio, j-just…I don’t know what to do.”

                “Will it make you feel better if I give you the room for your art supplies then?” he asked.

                “No it won’t, oppa!  It’s not about that room anymore!  It’s about us!” MiYoung yelled.

                “What?  You want a divorce?” he asked, with fear that’s clearly heard in his voice.

The two were silent once MinHo asked.  All that was heard were MiYoung’s sniffles and soft cries as she tried to calm down.

                “We’ll see,” she said and left the house.

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Future Note: Italics = Their thoughts; Their POV’s within the 3^rd POV