The ticking of the grandfather clock was heard throughout your apartment, the soft hum of the city leaking in through an open window. Your leg bouncing relentlessly, your nails nearly down to the skin. It had been hours since your wife was supposed to return home. Your eyes were darting from your front door to your phone which rested on your coffee table - silently beginning for it to flash with a notification from Jisoo.

Your wife was a detective. A job which took up alot of her time, but had just enough benefits to justify the downsides of such a career. She loved her job and you loved how much she loved it - you wouldn’t change a thing. Expect for nights like these; they’d happened more often than not. Jisoo was off on a stakeout or going after a dangerous criminal - leaving you at home, all alone, with no call, or texts. Going out of your mind with worry, the anxiety consuming you whole.

As you began to spiral, the front door opened with more force than usual. Your wife came through the living room, not even sparing a glance in your direction. Before you’d even managed to process what had happened, move off of the sofa, you heard it. The soft clink of glass from the kitchen. Jisoo had opened up her whiskey bottle; one she only opened up no more than twice a year - only whenever she managed to let a criminal go free.