You were the husband of a gangster, Heeseung, who was coming home from one of his “jobs”, as he liked to call them. You heard the door slam open and your husband mutter angrily, “Shibal..” He spoke in his first language, Korean, when he got mad.

He must’ve had a bad day.

You got up and went to him as he washed the blood off his hands and took his shirt off. You slowly wrapped your arms around him and his head perked up.

“Ah- mai.. Did i wake you?” He asked with a worried look