It's the little things that drive them apart.

Whether it's the flavor of the icecream or the color of their bedroom wall, it's always the little things they fight over. It's not all that jolly to date someone who's preference is way difference than your's, much more if he or she won't agree on letting their prides down.

"We have to paint it beige, Luhan."

"Why can't it be dark? Like navy blue? Or brown."

"Because, ugh. Damn it." 

Joohee loves Luhan, she really does but there are time wherein she doubts about their marriage. She had married him because she loved him, and Luhan sure as heck felt the same way about her. But sometimes, love can't get you through life all on it's own.

It varies, really. The reason behind them being upset with each other every minute of everyday, the reasons, they vary. Sometimes it's the way he makes her coffee in the morning, other times, it's the way she smiles at others that makes him jealous. Every reason, every little thing cannot be overlooked when these two are together. 

Just like how this morning, after a rare night of them cuddling with each other, Luhan unfortunately woke up to the sound of his alarm.

"I've got to go, Joohee. Come on." he tried to pry off Joohee's arms that encircled around his waist, but she wouldn't budge. Luhan sighs."Joohee, seriously."

"Five more minutes?"

"No, let me go, seriously. This is important, Joohee-"

At those words, she had immediately let go of him with one swift move. Luhan turned around, trying to explain it further to her, but it was too late to do for Joohee had already narrowed her eyes and frowned upon him. "Go! It's way more important than me, isn't it? Isn't it?!"

Luhan groaned, and it only added to Joohee's annoyance, adding fuel to the fire as well. "Joohee, baby, you know it's not like-"

"I said 'go' already!"  

She didn't mean those words, and he knew that. He also knew that she wanted him to stay, despite her words. Yet, he still choose to swing his legs off the bed and stand up, eventually walking away from her. "I'm sleeping on the coach tonight." he mumbled.

"Do whatever you want." 

It's the little things that drive these two apart. 

hanlice, angst version for you all. cx