I had just finished wiping the counter top when I heard the front door open.

“I’m home,” he announced.

“In the kitchen,” I called back.

My mind quickly recalled all the juices in the house and I chose to make peach soda. As I poured the soda into the drink there were rumbles upstairs followed by banging noises.

“Oppa, are you okay?” I yelled from downstairs while carrying the tray of drink to the coffee table.

When he did not reply I made my way up. Shock was evident on my face upon seeing the mess of his stuff all over the floor. In the middle of the pile, my husband was frantically searching for something. Usually I was not one to tolerate messiness but having lived with him for a year and a half now has made me such a patient women. Although it does tick me off sometimes, but I’d rather not fest on that particular emotion.

“Hey,” I called from the door way.

No response. He was still too busy searching for his item and probably did not hear me with all the rummaging.

“You know, it would be faster if you tell me so that I can help search?” I offered while slowly collecting some of his clothes on the floor. When my arms were nearly full and he was still reluctant to answer me, I took a deep breath and said,

“Oppa. If you won’t tell me what it is that you are searching for then I’m gonna have to shoo you out of this room now! You’re messing the whole room and I just cleaned that this morning!”

“Yeah, well next time don’t clean my stuff!” he snapped back. By this time, he stood and turned to look at me and stopped doing anything.

To say I was hurt and shocked was an understatement.

“Excuse me?” I challenged. All items dropped to gather around me.

“Yeah, you heard me. You stop messing with my things. Cuz now I’m missing a cable and I need to use it ASAP,”

Now I was stunned. That’s it?! A stupid cable.

“Okay hold on. You’re saying that you trashed our room just to find a stupid cable that you probably misplaced?!” I couldn’t help but raise a tone in my voice.

“Well, it wouldn’t be misplaced if someone did not put it away without telling me,” he added.

Oh that did it. The cap on my patience bottle snapped and all hell was loose.

“Hey! We both know that you practically litter your stuff all over the house for me to collect and make it look like a decent home rather than a pigsty!”

“But if you didn’t-“

“Don’t! You have no idea how much I coped with your messiness!” I moved towards the centre of the room towards the biggest pile of his stuff.

“This here!-“ I picked a pile and threw it in his direction only to spread the mess further.

“- are all stupid! I can’t believe I wasted a good portion of my time arranging all this junk! And your stupid hat collection! You don’t even wear hats!” I kicked a good pile of his hats which were scattered. I could see his eyes widen at my actions. I was on a full rage tantrum.

“Oh I see you haven’t touched that part!” I pointed towards his studio adjoining to our room. I made a run for it and without warning I knocked off everything off the table which includes stacks of papers, stationeries and some books.

“Jung Haera! You did not just mess up my working space!” he yelled upon arrival into the studio.

“Oh! Well I just did. Why do you care? I’m the one who cleaned this man cave anyway! Oh look! Cables! Why don’t you check these piles?” I remarked sarcastically before pulling the wires one by one carelessly. One pull almost caused one of his instruments to topple off from its holding area.

I was shocked but Yukwon managed to save it before sending daggers in my direction.

“Oopps” I managed before moving to pull on another lengthy cable and brushed off any feeling of guilt.

I was just about to pull when his hands gripped my wrist.

“No! Let go!” I yelled not daring to look at his face. I knew he was furious but my pride was dented and I demand to be in control.

“Stop this now!” he commanded. My eyes were still focused on the black long tube while I tried to pull away my hand from his grip. It proved to be futile move.

“Baby, look at me,”

I hated myself. I hated myself for losing control. I hated myself for all the mess I just did. And I hated myself more for having this utterly soft spot for when he calls me that.

Tears trickled down my cheeks in streams as I quietly sobbed. I wiped the tears with my free hand and pulled away when he tried to with his. Gently, he released his grip on me and I cowered to a wall before slumping down and burst.

The room was quiet except for the sound of my screams. Everything hurts. Though it wasn’t long before I feel something wrapped around me. My sobs slowed down before diminishing and I gingerly lifted my head to look.

Yukwon was beside me and hugging me. It was an awkward position really with me clutching to my knees and him sitting crossed leg beside me while having his arms fully wrapped around my petite figure.

When I stopped crying, his hands gently start to rub my back in a calm manner.  His head then gently rested on my head in a way that implies that he is testing the boundaries.

“Baby?” he called.

Another scratch on my heart as his voice was quivering and laced with sorrow.

“Hmmm?”

“I’m sorry,” he said clearly but sadness was more than evident.

“I’m sorry for everything. I know you mean well. I didn’t mean to be ungrateful for all the things you’ve done. I just .. “

He left his last words hanging and I did not need any more explanation. His realizing his mistakes was enough. More like I’ve have enough. Quarreling took too much of my energy and drained my emotions.

Finally, I lifted my head causing him to turn to me.

My heart ached at the sight before me. His eyes were glistening with pain. I shifted so that I was facing him. He didn’t dare to initiate any sort of skinship but I can see his restrain as his keep on curling and uncurling his fists.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

“I’m hurt,” I stated without opening my eyes because I knew that it would break me more to see his reactions.

“I-“ before he could finish his sentence I cut through

“But I don’t want all of this to happen again. I hate showing this side of me to you. And more importantly I hate hurting you too,”

My words left my mouth to hang in silence as the meaning sinks in.

“I don’t want you to hate me for ruining your stuff,” I added before peeking an eye to check if he is still there. The lack of response kinda made me doubt his existence there.

“C’mere,” he said and I scrootched towards his side. I hugged his side and positioned my head between his neck.

“You know, you’re it for me. And I can’t imagine losing you so I’d rather let this slide than jeopardize our relationship,” I admitted while playing with the hem of his shirt.

“Baby. You’re it for me too. And I’d rather stay a loner for the rest of my life if you don’t want me. And I don’t plan to fool around with anyone along the way,”

I could feel the tears starting to well up and overflow.

“I uh- I” words can’t seem to form proper sentences as emotions flooded my system. With a deep breath I looked him in the eye and he immediately spread his arms open.

I could only smile as I made my way into his big arms in a warm hug. Secure enveloped around me as I snuggled into his chest. It was all peaceful; our slow rhythmic breathing in sync that is until he blurted.

“Although if you had a doppelganger who is an exact copy of you I wouldn’t mind trying her out,”

“Yah!” I pulled back to give him a look to which he only chuckled at.

“I’m kidding! I’m kidding,”

“You better be! Or I-“ my words were cut short with a peck on my lips leaving me stunned.

“No one can be as unique as you nor can they induce my love for you like you do,”  

God, my man is such a keeper. I couldn’t help but blush madly when he ended such words with a wink and smirk.

“You know, I think I deserve something for my display of affection,”

I had long forgotten about our fight nor did I remember that we were basically still tangled around each other in the middle of the trashed studio. The warmth of his hands running up and down my sides triggered the later memory.

Since I’m such a er for him, might as well give in. Well, it’s a win-win situation anyways..

“And what do you have in mind?” I challenged him and pressed my body to his hard figure.

“Hmmm…” he hummed in pleasure. Just as he was about to say something, his phone went off.

“Hold that thought baby,” I released him for a while immediately missing the warmth of his touch.

I didn’t really pay much attention to his conversation like I always do because I knew he would tell me anyways.

“Yeah, thanks dude. See ya at practice,” he ended the call and stared at me.

“So?”

Stare.

“Um.. is everything alright? Should I make a call to someone cuz you staring into space is scaring me” I gingerly made my way to touch him.

“Yeah, about our fight before. Turns out my cable is with Minhyuk Hyung,” he finally spoked

“You’re kidding.”

“I uh.. kinda left it at his place?” he added sheepishly.

By that time, I had more than forgiven him and was in no mood to bring it back up. I was in the mood to play. So, I went up to him and wrap my arms around his neck and whispered.

“Then I guess you owe me an apology,” and added

“I think it’s fair to apply the Roman way of doing things here,” before giving his earlobe a quick nip.

I could have had a laughing fit at how fast his eyes lit up like a children on Christmas night.  I yelped when he lifted me the ground to carry me.

“Jung Haera, you are so it for me!”

 

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[Author's note] : I've been losing my touch uhh dunno if this is any good. Am hoping for honest comments that can help me improve my writing skills.