Far Away

            I shouldn’t be depressed to be away from Kyuhyun for a few days, especially since I’m at home with my parents and since other family members keep stopping by to see me.  Besides, it isn’t like we’ve never been away for a few days before.  This happens all the time.  He often has short trips away.  I rarely go with.  The only thing that’s changed is that we’ve set an official date that I’m going to leave for my enlistment and now I think this one will really stick.  And I’m starting to freak out about it a little.

            So, when I finally escaped to my room and I was alone, I broke down crying.  Time completely escaped me.  I just cried until my eyes hurt and I was dehydrated.  Finally, headed to the bathroom to splash water on my face and drink some water.  Then I laid down in bed, staring at the dark ceiling, and wondered what Kyuhyun was doing in Bangkok.  As it turned out, I didn’t have to wonder for long.

            My text alert suddenly went off, so I grabbed my phone and looked at the screen.  It was Kyuhyun.  Are you still awake?

            I bit my lip, trying to stop new tears from forming.  I couldn’t be happier to hear from him.  Yes.

            Would I wake your parents if I called?

            My heart beat even faster.  There was nothing I wanted more than to hear the sound of his voice, aside from having him with me.  It was one of the few things that managed to calm me down whenever I felt anxious. 

            No.

            I waited what felt like an eternity—fifteen seconds—for the phone to start ringing and answered it after the first ring.  “KyuKyu!”

            “Ryeonggu!  You aren’t sleepy?  Isn’t it late there?”

            I smiled, listening to my husband speak, even if his voice was a little weak still from his throat ailment.  “I was having trouble sleeping without you here.”

            “Were you?” Kyuhyun asked, sounding amused.  “So was I.”

            “I miss you.”

            “I miss you, too.  Are you already in bed?”

            “Yes.”

            “But you couldn’t fall asleep?” he asked.

            “No,” I confessed, although I wasn’t going to tell him I’d been crying about my upcoming enlistment.  Kyuhyun was already stressed out about it enough. 

            “Are you sleeping like you do at home?”

            My mouth dropped open in shock.  “Cho Kyuhyun!”
            “What?”

            “Why do you want to know that?”     

            “Why don’t you want to answer the question?  Are you embarrassed?”

            “No!” I responded, indignant.  “I wore sweats to bed.  I can’t sleep at my parents’ house.  It would feel weird…and I’m afraid mom would walk in on me in the morning.”

            “The clothing doesn’t feel scratchy on your skin?” Kyuhyun teased, trying not to laugh.

            “A little, but I don’t know why you’re concerned about it.”

            “Oh, I have every right to be concerned.  I love the feel of your skin.  It’s soft and smooth, especially when I’m running my hand up and down your leg.  I can almost feel it, if I think hard enough…starting with my hand on your outside hip, I’d slowly slide it down your leg, letting my fingers trace circles down your thigh.  Then I’d squeeze your knees and slowly draw them apart before I…”

            I caught myself unconsciously spreading my legs apart when I suddenly snapped out of it, opening my eyes wide, and asked, “What the hell are you doing?”

            “Nothing,” Kyuhyun innocently claimed.  “I was just explaining why I don’t want your legs to get dry and scratchy.  I was telling you what I wanted to do to them the next time I saw you.”

            I reached down between my legs.  “Oh?  What else would you like to do to me?”

For My Eyes Only

            I reached Ryeowook’s parents’ house late in the evening and parked in the back.  Less people to witness me walking in.  We were pretty damn sure that the government wasn’t watching the place, but we were sure that they were watching what got posted on social media.  The problem is, everyone’s your enemy then.  We’re idols.  Fans appear out of nowhere and take pictures of us.  So, while Ryeowook was visiting his parents, it would be best if I wasn’t seen there.  But with so little time left before his enlistment, I wasn’t about to take long breaks from seeing him.

            Thankfully, it was autumn and already a little chilly at night, so it didn’t look completely strange to wear a hoodie.  I swapped cars with my mother, so my car wouldn’t be easily recognized.  And since it was dark out, the window shades were already drawn.  No one would see me, assuming Ryeowook’s parents didn’t invite all the neighbors over.

            From what I could tell, there were people over.  And I groaned as I walked in through the back door of my in-laws’ residence and heard Ryeowook talking animatedly while a few girls laughed in delight.  I’d already seen pictures of my husband walking around with a female entourage and I already recognized most of the faces, I just wasn’t thrilled that he was spending all his down time with so many women.  Then again, it would probably make me more pissed off if it was a bunch of men. 

            I slipped off my shoes and walked into the kitchen without bothering to announce my presence.  It didn’t take very long for my mother-in-law to notice the tallest person in the room emitting evil auras in the back, narrowing my eyes at the beautiful harem seated around my husband. 

            “Kyuhyun!” she exclaimed, rounding the table with open arms.  “I thought you would get here hours ago!” she said, hugging me. 

            “I got detained,” I grumbled, still trying not to speak loudly to spare my voice as much as possible.  “My manager ended up stopping by just as I was getting ready to leave…and I was pretending to go to my parents’ house, since they don’t want me coming here to see Ryeowook.”

            She nodded in understanding.  “Are you hungry?”

            I shook my head.

            Ryeowook somehow managed to hear the exchange, despite the fact that all the women were making so much noise, and jumped up from his seat at the table.  He bounded over, having not seen me since before I left for Bangkok a week ago, and wrapped his arms around my neck.  Ryeowook pressed his lips against mine.  Suddenly, I felt my cheeks heat up, embarrassed at kissing each other in front of people I barely knew, even if it was kept brief.

            “I missed you,” Ryeowook softly said, hugging me tight.

            Somehow, being smothered with such attention almost made up for Ryeowook spending so much time with everyone but me and I felt my anger over spending so little time with him fading away.  “So did I,” I confessed, my voice little more than a whisper. 

            Ryeowook pulled away and drug me over to the table.  “We were just looking over some of the pictures I’ve printed out recently to give to mo