THIS SPORTS CALLED MARRIAGE
warning: genderbender (fem!sehun)

“Sehee?” Jongin asks. He takes off his shoes first despite feeling a bit uneasy. Usually, his wife would always come greet him by the door with a happy smile on her face and a chirpy Jongin, I missed you, as well as a sweet kiss. For a person who likes plans and schedules, straying from a familiar routine seems off, especially, since he did not receive a call or a text. Sehee didn’t tell him she went out, so he assumes she must be at home. It’s not only the feeling of anxiety, but his mind is already conjuring up images of worst case scenarios.

“Sehee!” Jongin shouts, his briefcase and jacket abandoned and forgotten in the hallway when he spots his spouse collapsed on the ground. He rushes over and kneels down next to her, desperately trying to remember the first aid course he had to take in order to get his driver’s license years ago. He is in panic but doesn’t dare to shake her and see if she is conscious, too scared of doing more damage. He calls the ambulance instead.





Jongin has never been more scared in his life. Sehee’s complexion is pale. Her usual skintone is already fair, but she looks almost lifeless like this. There is a pulse though, he has checked before the ambulance arrived, and at least there doesn’t seem to be any external injuries.

A check-up at the hospital confirms his suspicions: Sehee had overexerted herself, possibly with doing the housework apart from her part-time job. If it were up to him, he would have made Sehee stay at home all day so she wouldn’t have to tire herself out like this. He understands though, that as much as he wants to take away Sehee’s burdens, his wife is a modern woman, and that means she needs some work apart from the chores at home as well. It’s too boring to stay at home and taking care of the household. They don’t have children yet, and thus Sehee will be bored out of her mind with too much routine. She needs something apart from that to do after spending 12 years of schooling and 4 years of college. It would be a waste if she didn’t.

He sighs softly as he watches Sehee’s sleeping face. He should have noticed her exhaustion. He should have offered to help out at home, too. It’s not like he gets home at two or three in the morning, too exhausted to move a muscle. He gets home early enough so he can have dinner with his wife sometimes.

Jongin remembers he did ask Sehee if he could help her with anything before, but as his wife continued to spoil him and tell him there was no need to, that she was perfectly able to handle it, he stopped at some point.

“Jongin?”

His attention is immediately drawn back to the woman on the bed. He smiles softly at her and brushes back a strand of hair from her face.

“We…”

“We’re at the hospital,” he finishes the sentence for her and shakes his head, gesturing for her to rest more. He helps her up and hands her a glass of water, all the while staying close to her and rubbing her arm to comfort her.

“Focus on getting better, darling,” he whispers. “We’ll talk about this later.”