"This is your room?" L.Joe peered through the gap of the door.

Mihye nodded excitedly and plopped herself on her old bed. It was nothing near comfortable like the bed she was sharing with L.Joe, but it was all she had.

L.Joe strode into her room unsurely, looking around. The room was virtually bare, except for the bed, the wardrobe, and the study table. There weren't any ornaments, or decorations, or any pink.

Yes, L.Joe was confused by the lack of colour in the room.

The walls were white, the furniture wood brown, and other than that, there were no other colours in the room. *Don't all girls like pink?* L.Joe thought confusedly. *Maybe not pink, but purple? Red? Orange, yellow, white? Where are all these colours?*

"Your room is...simple." L.Joe bit his lip.

Mihye giggled and patted the space beside her on the bed. L.Joe sat down willingly and looked at her. "You mean why my room doesn't have much stuff in it." Mihye grinned.

L.Joe nodded. "It isn't that it's not good being this simple," L.Joe clarified. "But...I thought girls liked to decorate stuff. I wouldn't be surprised if you stuck on a few posters of your favourite boy band, or if there were heart shaped stickers pasted everywhere. There isn't even a photo here."

Mihye let out a sigh as she hugged one of her pillows. "Well, I always thought that there wasn't much need to make my room feel homely." she confessed.

L.Joe raised his brow at her, not understanding.

"Why would I want to be emotionally attached to this place when I'm leaving anyway, when I get married?" Mihye asked. "That's what my life mission is, virtually. This room is just some place I have to put up with until I get on with the next stage of life. If I grow attached, it's going to hurt more isn't it?"

L.Joe gazed at her, a lump forming in his throat. "But doesn't that mean you haven't really slept in a room you call your own all these years?" he asked. "Don't you want other people to look at this room and say, hey, this belongs to Mihye because it has her character in it. Don't you want that?"

Mihye shook her head. "I want that. But it's going to make everything more difficult." she looked up at him. "Anyway, I can decorate it how I want to when I come back."

"Come back?" L.Joe questioned.

Mihye nodded sadly. "Yeah, you know...when...when we divorce." she whispered.

L.Joe's heart sank. "Oh." He lowered his gaze and stared at his hands. The ring on his fourth finger was screaming for his attention and he noted how he already got used to it on his finger. He wouldn't feel good without it.

"Anyway," Mihye cleared , wanting to rid off the uncomfortable atmosphere they were feeling. "Thank you."

L.Joe turned to look at her, surprised.

"Thanks for bringing me home today, Byunghun oppa." Mihye smiled gratefully. "I missed home, I admit. But I never thought you'd let me return to visit my parents because that's what they said. They said a daughter that was married off was like a bucket of split water. I can never go back. And that was what I believed as well."

"Mihye..." L.Joe frowned.

"Wait let me finish." Mihye insisted. "I just want to thank you for bringing me back here. I missed my parents a lot. I'd be lying if I say I didn't think of them everyday. And I know you're really busy at work, but you took time off for me. Don't need to lie Byunghun oppa, I saw how you had thirty seven missed calls and more than a hundred messages, and how you had to off your phone to keep it from bothering you."

She smiled at him, meeting his eyes. "Thank you for doing this for me, Byunghun oppa."

L.Joe sighed, reaching out to caress her cheek. "It's nothing. I'm sorry for not bringing you home earlier." he muttered. "And it's really okay if you need someone else to depend on. It's okay."

Mihye looked at him tearfully.

He looked around at her room and smiled. "At least I got to see how artistically lacking your room is, and how I can laugh about it, don't I?" he joked.

Mihye giggled, shaking her head at him.

L.Joe looked at her seriously. "You know, even though you may leave when the six months are up," L.Joe said in a quiet voice. "I hope that the room we share right now is one that really makes you feel home, Mihye. Maybe it's going to hurt when you leave, but I hope it isn't just a place where we close our eyes to sleep. But really, there are emotions involved, do you understand what I mean?"

Mihye softened. "I understand, Byunghun oppa." she whispered. "And it's honestly already like a home to me."

L.Joe's eyes fell to her lips again and he bit his own. This strange phenomenon was getting more and more frequent, and he didn't know what to do about it. He couldn't kiss her forehead again and go claiming that they had to keep appearances when there was no one around besides them.

Mihye squirmed under his intense gaze, feeling hot and bothered herself. Her heart was pounding hard in her chest in this exhilerated motion, and she hoped he couldn't hear.

There came a knock on the door and Mihye heaved a sigh of relief when L.Joe finally tore his gaze away from her. He opened the door and it revealed Mrs Choi. "Omonim." he greeted.

"Hey dearies!" Mrs Choi came into the room. "I came with more blankets and pillows. There isn't any other bed in this house so I'm afraid you two have to squeeze in that single bed of Mihye. But it's okay right, since you two are married? Just hug each other to sleep."

Mihye and L.Joe looked at each other, with flaming cheeks to match.

She had a rug on her hand and she went around the room, cleaning. "Mihye ah, aren't you going to bathe yet? You're all dirty and sticky and not ready for bed."

Mihye nodded and got her bathing things, going to her private bathroom which was connected to her room. L.Joe shifted uncomfortably as the shower was , and he could hear the water running. "Small bed isn't this?" Mrs Choi asked cheerfully. "But I'm sure you two can fit. Just hug her tighter tonight, Byunghun."

L.Joe reddened and nodded, though he already made up his mind to sleep on the floor.

Mrs Choi looked at him. "You can bathe in the other bathroom first you know." L.Joe gladly accepted the offer, feeling his temperature rising just from hearing the shower run. He got his clothess and went to the other bathroom. He let out a contented sigh as the water washed all over him, and he felt his muscles relax.

Just as he squeezed some soap on his hands, the door to the bathroom opened. He jumped in shock and clutched at the curtain that obstructed his view from others. "Who's there?" he asked in a scared voice.

"Oh it's just me, Mrs Choi." her voice rang out. "I thought I'd wash your dirty clothes. Don't need to bother. I'll be going now~" she sang and closed the bathroom door again. L.Joe heaved a sigh of relief and continued bathing, until he wanted to get dressed.

He frowned when he realized that she had taken his worn clothes, as well as pyjamas. *She must have mixed the two up.* he thought. He wore the bathrobe that hung behind the door and went out to look for Mrs Choi. She told him to wait for her in Mihye's old room while she dug for his pyjamas, and handed him a cup of herbal tea.

L.Joe shrugged and went back to Mihye's room, settling down on the bed and drinking the tea. He raised his brows at the oddly tasting "tea", but shrugged, drinking it all because it was his mother-in-law's good intentions. Mihye was still bathing in the bathroom, and L.Joe felt himself getting hotter and hotter by the minute, just hearing the water run.

Images of Mihye flashed in his mind, and L.Joe shook his head. "Get a grip, dude." he told himself.

He wondered why it took Mrs Choi such a long time to get his pyjamas, deducing that perhaps she couldn't find it. He decided to go downstairs to where they had put their luggages, to get his extra set of clothes instead, when he heard Mihye's voice calling out.

"Umma! I think you took my pyjamas when you wanted to wash my clothes! I only have the bathrobe now!" Mihye called.

L.Joe's eyes widened as he looked down at his own bathrobe. "Wait..." he gulped. "Don't tell me-" his head snapped towards the door as it slammed shut and he pounded his fists on it. No matter how he used his strength to turn the knob, it wouldn't budge.

They were locked in.

L.Joe looked at the supposed "tea" Mrs Choi had given him, and felt strange sensations in the lower region of his body. He bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut.

"Oh no."