Perhaps the house wouldn’t be so empty and soulless anymore.

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“What happened to you?” He asked gently as he lightly touched his husband’s ankle which was wrapped in a bandage. He was away for only two weeks and Sehun had hurt himself during those limited time. He should have known how careless the younger one could be at times.

“No… err… that- I- It was nothing. I just fell down… and injured my ankle.” The brunet whispered softly. His eyes were anywhere but Jongin while he kept fiddling with his slender fingers. It clearly seemed as if Sehun was hiding something from him, but Jongin did not want to stress him further. So he let the matter past.

It was still a little awkward for them to communicate to each other as a normal married couple, though it had been almost a year. How could they when they barely knew one another? Marriage is supposed to bring two persons who are madly in love together. It is meant to bind them in a string of everlasting relationship. But instead, Kim Jongin and Oh Sehun were married because they were expected to satisfy their needs. No extra care, no feelings and no string attachment.