Sitting at their dinner table, with jajangmyeon prepared by the husband himself, the only person munching the noodles is the husband –again himself feat by the wife who still waiting for his explanation.

“It will get cold. Eat it while it still hot” Jongin said as he wipes his mouth with a baby blue napkin.

Tapping her fingers on the wooden table with her eyes didn’t move from the face of Jongin, she didn’t touch her dinner at all.

She squint her eyes as he says his words. She still can’t believe that he’s going with the innocent look.

“Any explanation?” she asks, in her stern voice, still waiting for his apology and explanation on how he is the boss to her.

“This…jajangmyeon…..is ……so …..good” with his full mouth of noodles and black sauce smearing his full lips.

“Kim Jongin!” not having any patience in herself, she finally burst it all out. Eventhough her mom taught her that screaming and fighting at the dinner table is not good, not polite and rude.

But now is not the time for courtesy and so. It’s time for the truth.

Jongin knows what she wanted to know and he’s totally ready with all the things that he needs to explain,

Jongin picks up his napkin again and wipe his mouth which smeared with black thick sauce. He then leans his back on the chair, folding his two legs on top of each other and then folds his two arms.

“Shocking, isn’t it?” he smirks towards his wife, knowing how unexpected it is to actually see Jongin working there.

“I need” she forwards her body from leanin