(Minho)

We were happy. Were.

Until the misunderstanding. The stupid, drunkard who I had tried to help but ruined out relationship. I shooed her out of the house and went to talk to Yuri.

As I quietly entered our room, I saw her on our bed, crying. I gulped me my heart ached seeing the love of my life in pain. I really never meant to hurt her at all...

"Yuri..." I said.

She looked up, her eyes red and puffy. "Please Minho... If you were seeing someone else, you could have just TOLD me..." Yuri murmured.

"I... How could you think that? She was pleading for help on the street and I was trying to help her, but when I brought the weirdo home, she just tried flirting with me. I swear... I would never have anything to do with that disgusting woman," I urged

"But... How can I trust you now? How can I know you won't bring more women into our house?" Yuri asked.

"Yul..." I stuttered. I didn't know what to say. So I didn't talk. I walked over to her and held her, pulling her close to me as she cried on my shoulder. As her head came up and her eyes met with mine, next her lips. The kiss was enough to show her that I still loved her, and only her.

"Minho..." Yuri said uncertainly.

"Come one Yuri. You KNOW that I love only you?" I asked and pleaded. I couldn't bear to see my wife like this. 

"Sorry... I just... After this... I can't know for sure that I can trust you. I'm sorry Minho. An