note: attempting to write a valentine's fic. Might update or may not get updated exactly on the 14th but it will..eventually be completed. Whew~ ; my imagination and non-existent writing skills is a bit rusty now considering when was the last time I wrote a one-shot

"So..." Sungmin dragged his introductory 'good morning' in a form of raised eyebrows, pointed eyes and unwavering gaze, "what did I say about the clothes...and the briefs, Kyuhyunnie?"

Ohhhh...Kyu.Hyun.Nie. When was the last time Sungmin called him in that way? Dang, was it yesterday when he magically revealed his stacks of used mugs behind the door of his 'work room'. Is Kyuhyunnie an endearment or a sarcasm for an impending doom?

"Yes..yes.. they should be in the- uh- hamper?" Kyuhyun inquired as he buried his nose on the newspaper that he never really reads. What am I even doing in the classified ads when I am a VP myself? 

'"Hamper..." Kyuhyun tried to peek through his bangs to just take a small look on what his husband might be doing sounding like hearing 'hamper' is newly created word.

Damn.

"Then why the are they scattered in the living room my dear husband, the vice president of the ever great CHK Company, do we have another definition of a hamper?"

And there we go. One fine Saturday morning, Kyuhyun decided to picked up all of his used clothes, used mugs and used socks adn even the used  last night (of which he sleepily tossed to the bin but missed causing to land on the tiles then for the love of gods, was the first thing Sungmin stepped on early the next morning).

And so the birth of Cho Kyuhyun's award-winning list begins, "Ten Rules of Marriage"

For all the husbands who love unconditionally their wifezillas.