Haneul’s POV

I came into the room the next day to find him still asleep. I almost forgot that the room was still in a mess. I tripped over something, causing other stuff in the pile of mess to drop as well, creating a really loud sound. I turned over when I heard Junhyung groan.

“What happened?” He asked tiredly.

“Great job, Haneul.” I mumbled under my breath, smacking myself mentally for waking him up. He had a tough night. I heard him vomiting a few times.

“Nothing happened. Sorry I woke you. Go back to sleep.” I said.

He looked at me with half-opened eyes, and then one side of his mouth curled up.

“Don’t smile like that.” I muttered, looking away.

He may be my husband and there is no part of him I have not seen, but there are times I still cannot handle the fan-girl in me.

“Why?” He asked in a husky voice.

“No reason.” I said, picking up stuff carelessly.

“Too y for you to handle?” He asked, sitting up.

His hair was in a mess; the y kind of mess.

“How are you feeling?” I asked.

“Not good at all.” He said.

I looked at him, feeling bad out of a sudden.

“I…” I muttered.

He opened his arms wide and pouted at me. I stepped over the mess and went towards him, sinking into his arms.

“I’m sorry.” I apologized, burying my face into his chest.

“No, silly. I am sorry.” He said, smoothing my hair.

“You made it pass day one. Good job.” I said, smiling at him.

He kissed me on my lips and pinched my nose.

“Ouch.” I poked him.

“I’m hungry.” He said.

“I’ll cook! What do you want?” I asked excitedly.

I was pretty afraid that he would not have the appetite to eat.

“You.” He said seductively.

I punched his stomach and got off the bed.

“Arghhhh~” He hugged his stomach, falling back onto the bed.

“What do you want to eat!?” I smacked his .

“YOU!!!” He shouted back.

I glared at him.

“Okay, okay. Anything. Just something simple will do.” He said.

“Then go wash up while I cook.” I said.

He nodded, getting off the bed.

“Wait!” I said, putting my slippers on his feet.

He stared at my bunny bedroom slippers, and then back at me.

“Hee~ There are glass bits around. I don’t want you to hurt your feet. Just… wear it for now.” I said.

I yelped when he carried me up in bridal style without warning.

“What are you doing!?” I stared at him in shock.

“I don’t want you to hurt your feet too.” He said, carrying me out of the room.

“Don’t take them off!” I said as he let me down.

“I wouldn’t! You really enjoy making me look stupid.” He said.

“HOW ARE BUNNY SLIPPERS STUPID!? GOSH! I wouldn’t lend my bunny slippers to anyone else! It’s because it’s you!” I said.

“Wow~ Thank you!” He said.

“Welcome!” I grinned.

“Go wash up, stinky fellow!” I squashed his cheeks.

He stuck out his tongue at me.

“Lionny!” He called out just as I was heading down.

“What!?” I yelled on purpose.

“Am I… allowed down?” He asked, biting his lower lip.

As much as I want to say yes, I really had no idea.

“It’s okay. I’ll stay in.” He said, sounding upset.

“Junroro, I…” He cut me off before I could finish.

“I understand, Lionny. I really do.” He smiled before going back into the room.

I went back to the room after making breakfast. He was sitting on the edge of our bed, legs crossed and spacing out.

“Why are you still in the slippers!?” I laughed.

He shrugged his shoulders, giggling as well.

“But well, I think they make you manlier.” I .

“Really? Should I get myself a pair too?” He asked.

“You can have this.” I said.

“Why, thank you!” He helped me with the food.

“Smells good.” He said.

“Of course. Who did you think cooked it?” I said, handing him his cup of coffee.

We ate a simple breakfast of toast, sunny side-up, bacon and sausage in bed, surrounded by the mess.

“I feel like I am on some sort of boat, and all these floating around are broken furniture from the hurricane or whatever disaster that came.” He said.

I laughed at his statement.

“Well, aren’t we lucky to have survive?” I asked, feeding him.

“So lucky.” He chuckled.

“Do they… know?” He asked suddenly.

“What?” I asked, mouth stuffed with bread.

“Why did you have to learn Seungho hyung’s eating habit!?” He laughed.

“I did not! I just happened to be chewing!” I defended myself.

He nodded with a stupid smile that says ‘yeah, right’.

“Do they know?” He asked again.

“Know what?” I asked, a little annoyed at the fact he was not being clear.

“About me… and… you know.” He muttered.

I shook my head.

“You didn’t tell them?” He asked, sounding a little surprise.

“Why? Should I tell them?” I asked.

“Not that. I just thought…” He mumbled.

“Thought what? That I would tell the whole world about it?” I asked.

“I didn’t mean it that way.” He said softly.

“I am not angry or anything.” I said, not wanting him to misunderstand my tone of voice.

“I know. Of course I know. How can I be your husband if I don’t understand you.” He smiled, playing with my hair.

“But I was angry thou. When I saw you that day.” I said.

He nodded.

“You knew? You were stoned.” I said.

“I was stoned, but that does not mean I did not feel your slap.” He said.

I kissed his cheek. I knew I slapped him hard that day.

“But my anger did not last long.” I said.

“You were more of disappointed, weren’t you?” He said.

“Aye~ Stop trying to read my mind.” I said.

“It’s not my fault I know you well.” He said.

“Whatever~” I punched his arm playfully.

“Are you going out?” He asked.

“Nope. But I have stuff to do.” I said.

“Ouh~” He nodded.

“I’ll still be in the house. You can call for me.” I said.

“I’ll wash the plates. Go do your stuff.” He said, carrying me up again.

“I have slippers!” I laughed.

“They are not bunny slippers.” He said.

“So?” I asked.

“They are not powerful enough to fight those glass bits.” He said.

“What kind of nonsense is this!?” I laughed.

“It’s not nonsense! It’s logic! Junhyung’s logic.” He said proudly.

“Right~” I said. I secretly enjoy being carried by him thou.

“Don’t work too hard.” He said, letting me down.

I nodded, kissing him on his cheek. I looked up at him when he did not let go of my hand.

“I am not going to Antarctica to work, you know.” I said.

“I know. But it feels like once you close this door, I… I am somewhere else, separated from you.” He said, staring at the doorknob.

My heart ached at his statement.

“I could work in the room.” I muttered.

He shook his head and let go of my hand.

“I deserve this.” He said.

“This isn’t a punishment, Junhyung.” I said.

“I just want you to get better.” I continued.

He nodded, shutting the door. I walked off, leaving the door unlock. I turned when I heard the door open. He had locked it from the outside himself and slammed it shut.

Why does it feel like he is shutting me out?

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I was preoccupied by work that I had forgotten all about Junhyung. I almost dropped my cup of tea when I realize it was already 10PM. I have not given him any food ever since breakfast at 9AM. He must be so hungry, but why did he not call for me?

“Idiot. Idiot. Idiot.” I scolded myself as I saved my work and shut down my laptop before hurrying to our room.

“Junroro, I’m so sorry! I forgot about you! I was so preoccupied by work I…” I stopped talking when I saw him curled up on the bed, looking horrible.

“Junroro?” I called out as I walked over to him.

“I kept calling for you. Why didn’t you respond to me?” He asked in a terribly weak voice. He glared at me angrily, tears streaming down his cheeks.

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Haneul's bunny slippers

Junhyung: I deserve this.

Junhyung: I kept calling you. Why didn’t you respond to me?