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“I am madly in love with you.”

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Sehee have never thought there would come a day she find herself worrying over a drunken Chanyeol because what is the odds for Park Chanyeol to get all tipsy in just one night? And besides, she has known that man better for the past years of growing up with him to know that Chanyeol would never got his drunk. That guy is just too good at holding his liquor that even 12 bottles of soju wouldn’t get him tipsy. (read: a special thanks to his high school mates who would sneak out at around 12AM to buy bottles of soju illegally and finished them up for at least 6 years into high school.)

So when she received a call out of the blue in the middle of the night wondering where the hell her husband might be at the ungodly hour, she thought she could literally feel her heart dropping at the mention of her husband’s name from the caller’s receiver. Jongin explained in a rush about how she should get her as quickly as possible because the chicken restaurant they are at would turn into a complete haphazard from Chanyeol’s fuming anger if she didn’t. Sehee thought he was being ridiculous because drunk and Park Chanyeol does not vibe and everyone knows that. (read: everyone as in their groups of friends)

Sehee grabs her coat from the dresser harshly before she finds herself running around the house to look for the car keys, stumbling over little things on her way towards the door before she made it to slip a pair of shoes before going out. Upon standing in front of her husband’s Range Rover, she groans out loud knowing that she was never the one who’s good in driving and it has been years that she did not touch any steering wheels because Chanyeol insisted that he could drive her around anytime. Wasting no more time, she lets out a frustrated ‘ it’ under her breath before climbing into the car and started the engine.

The entire ride was fine because she doesn’t have to switch lanes every so often for her to reach the familiar chicken restaurant their group of friends always went to. She pulled the car over once she arrived, eyes wandering around the sidewalk just enough to spot a familiar silhouette sitting idly on the ground before her eyes trained towards Jongin who keep bowing towards someone who she expected was the owner of the restaurant. She didn’t even bother to park her car properly or even switch off the engine as she runs towards the restaurant which is the opposite of where she left her car. There are lots of cars on the road and it was a miracle she didn’t get hit by any of them while running towards the man she’s been worrying for. (read: Jongin, of course, shouting like a maniac, telling her to be careful but she paid no heed to that.)

“Chanyeol.” She breathes out his name once she was in front of him, noticing how awfully drunk her husband is as he keeps his head hung low to the ground. Sehee bends down slowly to his eye level as she cups his face in her hands, bringing his head up to meet her eyes. At that moment, she could almost swore that she has never seen Chanyeol looking so broken and helpless in her entire life. What happened? Why is he like this?

“You two,” Jongin pops out of nowhere, pointing out his fingers towards the both of them as his other free hand rests on his hip. “—are ing out of it. I expected you to be careful when you cross the road, Oh Seehee and I have a lot to say to this man tomorrow morning if I ever see his at work because what the ?” Jongin flails his arms in the air, eyes threatening to fall out of its socket as he continues nagging. “Your husband almost got me banned from entering my favorite chicken restaurant!”

She rolled her eyes at the comment. “Can you at least help me carry him into the car?”

Jongin nods his head knowingly at the statement, looking quite calm. “Oh, good. You bring a car—,” at least for a moment before he snapped his head to look at her with the same horrifying look he had just a minute ago. “Holy mother of God, you bring a ing car over?!”

“You can’t expect me to walk, Kim Jongin, when my husband is at a drunken state!” She groans out loud, mentally stabbing herself at the said male’s stupidity.

“But you could have called Baekhyun—,”

“You know how Chanyeol would feel when he knows I asked Baekhyun for help!”

“God ing damn, how could best friends turned out to be fatal enemies!”

“For ’s sake, Jongin! Help me out!” She lets out a frustrated groan at him, already standing up to stare at Jongin who keeps shooting her stupid questions. Jongin heaves out a sigh, muttering an ‘okay’ under his breath before he went to work to pull Chanyeol up from the ground. Though frustrated by the tanned male’s behavior, Sehee finds it in her not to blame him as he is helping her at the moment and seeing how miserable her husband is right now, she couldn’t waste another second bickering with Jongin and his never-ending stupidity. Right now, she needs to get Chanyeol home and let him take a rest.

Once she opens the door to the passenger seat, Jongin swiftly drops Chanyeol on the seat as if he wasn’t that heavy. She closes the door gently, care not to wake Chanyeol from his sleep. “I think he lost it, Hee.” Jongin starts, watching her with a concerning look. “He keeps blabbering about last night at Baekhyun’s birthday party. I guess he really didn’t like the attention Baekhyun gave you.”

She nods slightly. “I know. And I guess part of it was my fault. Maybe I should have stick around him during the event.”

“You’re his wife, after all. Wouldn’t want some stuck up dude to take you from him, no?” Jongin cracks a smile, tilting his head to the side to get a better view of her face. Sehee chucks out a soft chuckles, finding it amusing how Jongin can still crack up a joke even when they’re discussing about serious matter. Maybe that’s why she likes being around Jongin because that man knows how to handle things properly. A bonus in a friend one would find worthy to keep.

Jongin takes a deep breath, letting it out as he gives her shoulder a gentle pat. “I think you should go home. It’s nearly 3 in the morning and your husband needs to be at work tomorrow.”

“Thanks, Jongin. I owe you one.” Sehee’s lips tugs into a soft smile. Jongin laughs heartily as he shakes his head in denial.

“You owe me nothing. We’re friends after all.”

After exchanging ‘bye’s’ and let each other go with goodnight wishes, Sehee finds herself once again driving in concentration as to not hit anything or made any mistakes on the road as she just wants to be back at home as soon as possible and tuck Chanyeol in bed. Every once in a while, she wonders if Chanyeol is genuinely sleeping or he’s just keeping his silence throughout the ride. She would find herself turning her attention towards her husband on the passenger seat to see if he’s still there and breathing.





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It took a whole lot of strength to get a heavy Chanyeol inside their house. Sehee barely made it towards the stairs to their room before Chanyeol himself stopped on his track, surprising her with the sudden halt. One would never expect Chanyeol to push Sehee harsly away from him, because let’s be real here, who would push someone who helped them. Their wife at that.

Although offended by his action, Sehee stays quiet in front of him, waiting for any explanation from her drunk husband. After what seems like a decade, she could hear the loud breath Chanyeol exhales before he looks up to meet her eyes. It would be a lie to say that the state her husband is in did not make her heart clenched from pain. Was it because of me? Is he doing this because of me?

“You,” he pointed out his fore finger at her, squinting his eyes ever so often to get a better look of the face he adores so much as he tries his hardest to stay rooted on the ground. When he sways his body back and fro, it took all of her not to flinch and made her ways towards Chanyeol to steady his posture. “You made me go ing insane!” He snarls harshly, still pointing a finger at her.

Sehee flinches upon his sudden outburst, given the fact that his voice is already deep and loud to begin with. She purses her lips, eyebrows furrowed in unison to form a scowl. She knows she was trying her best not to cry. Before she could even protest with another question to his statement, she found herself running towards his side, holding his weak limbs around hers so that he wouldn’t fall face first on the ground. Chanyeol lets out a blasé laugh at that.

To be fair, Chanyeol has never gone drunk. At least not outside from home. He tolerates well with his liquor and was never the one to get drunk first if he ever held a gathering with his group of friends. (read: unlike Jongdae who would get all loud and touchy after 2 bottles of beer.) She couldn’t help but to wonder what has gotten in her husband’s mind?

Leaving no more time to waste on, she carefully leads the taller male towards their shared room, mind not to let his limbs swaying around in case they’d knock anything fragile down. Sehee would hate to explain to her mother how the vase she got for their wedding’s gift got scattered around the place. Once he was settled on their bed, Sehee lets out a sigh of relief. Just as she was about to turn her heels around to get some fresh change in the closet for him, Chanyeol beats her to it as he wraps his fingers around her tiny waist, halting a stop.

“Where are you going?” He slurred while still having his head hung low like how she found him on the sidewalk of the road earlier. He didn’t bother to look up to her but she could feel her adrenaline pumping at the sudden intense atmosphere wrapping around them.

“I just… I was about to get you a new set of clothes, Yeol.” She states calmly, although stuttering at first. “The one you’re wearing is reek of alcohol. I’m sure it would be uncomfortable to sleep in.” She watches the male with tentative look, noticing how quiet Chanyeol he is. Taking it as a sign to continue whatever she was about to do earlier, Sehee tries to pry off his fingers gently from her wrist, not wanting to offend the latter.

“Don’t go,” His voice is raspy, probably from the drinks, and there is a tint of plea in it. “Please don’t go, Hee. Stay.” This time, she swears she could hear the pain in his voice as if it was audible for her. Chanyeol tightens the grips on her wrist, not so hard as he’s afraid to hurt her.

She squeaks out his name as she strides a few steps over to the latter, taking his hands gently in hers now. Sehee settles herself down on his left thigh, straddling his face in her hands as she brings his face closer to hers, their forehead bumping. “I would never. You know I won’t.”

“I love you, Yeol. And I will always stay.” She whispers, her thumbs drawing a comforting circle on his rosy cheeks.

As if on cue, Chanyeol wraps his long arms around her, bringing her closer to him as he could feel the warmth radiating from her body. He buries his face at the crook of her neck, inhaling the familiar scent as he plants a few soft kisses here and there, never fails to mutter an “I love you” after each stops. Sehee on the other hand has her own arms around Chanyeol’s neck, fingers playing with the end of his hair as she indulges herself in Chanyeol’s comforting scent.

Chanyeol is her home.

Home. One where she feels most comfortable in any situation. One where she couldn’t help but to come back to after every rains and storms and rainbows. One where she lets herself go bare and lets him take care of her. One where she takes shelter in. One she cherishes with all her life. One where she can’t imagine a life without. Home, is with him. She was at least certain of that. If there is anything right she’s done in her entire life, it would probably be when she made Chanyeol her home.

When Chanyeol leans in to mold their lips together like they were meant to be from the start, she made the right decision to let him take control of her. For every breath and kisses shared, she did not regret it one bit for Chanyeol took her with love and affection. There were nights where he’d go fast, masked in lust. But that night, Chanyeol took his time to appreciate her every curves and made sure to kiss every parts of her body, giving them the same amount of attention. That very night, the words “I love you” were exchanged as if to seal a vow to always cherish each other forever.

So when the morning rays splayed upon her face the first thing in the morning with a pair of arms wrapping securely around her waist, she couldn’t help but to smile knowingly. She turns her body over to face her husband who is still sleeping beside her with a tiny pout. She chuckles at that, coming to realize that Chanyeol’s face when he’s deep in sleep is almost endearing like a puppy. Through the contour of his face, she could make out how harmless and scared this little giant of hers is of the world. He’s so precious that she couldn’t help but to smile gently at him, fingers pinpointing his features, drawing an invincible line from his eyebrows, towards the bridge of his nose, down to his lips and his cheeks.

Despite the cold weather of December outside, she feels warm whenever she’s beside him. Because Chanyeol is like the heat in Winter, the sun in Summer, the blooming flowers in Spring and the calming wind in Autumn. And for that, she would never trade him with anything else the world’s to offer to her because to her, Chanyeol is everything.

To the moon and back, she loves him more than that.