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You began to highlight the jobs available on the newspaper.

Out of nowhere, the paper was snatched out from under you.

You looked up and Jaejoong scanned the highlighted materials. This time, he was properly dressed. “Jobs? What for?” Jaejoong asked, confused.

You took the newspaper back, “To survive. Why else?”

“I thought I made it to you clear last night that you had me.” Jaejoong stated.

“I know.” You nodded.

“Then why are you looking for a job?” He pointed out.

“Money doesn’t come from trees, oppa.” You put the empty mug in the sink and turned the water on.

“Duh. It comes from husbands.” Jaejoong said as if that was the most obvious thing in the world.

You faced him, “I don’t want to just take your hard-earned money.”

“Why not? I make money for my family.” Jaejoong refuted.

You sighed, “You don’t get it. I need to work. I have to. I should be able to support Youngjae and myself.”

“You keep leaving me out of the picture.” Jaejoong crossly said.

You felt bad. You walked up to him and slipped your hand over his flat but muscular abs, “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to hurt you. It’s just that I’ve been supporting Youngjae and I for a long time, and I’ve gotten so used to that.”

Jaejoong softened, “That was before I came back. You don’t have to do that an