Seoul, South Korea -No Games |10:27pm

The soft moonlight peered through the kitchen window. The heavy rain angrily rushes from the sky, causing a harsh patter against the ceiling. You sit quietly, your fingers fidgeting and picking at each other. You are anxious. Your husband, Jun-Ho was supposed to get off work at 8:30pm. It is currently 10:30.

It’s been two whole hours, yet the police station he works at is only 20 minutes away. You can’t help but worry. You peek out of the front door, watching each car pass. None of them were your husbands cars. You start to pace back and fourth, feeling anxious and worried. ____________________________________ ·˚ ༘

Finally, you hear keys jingle and the door swings opened. He walks in, his footsteps heavy and symbolizing exhaustion. He looks at you and smiles weakly. He must be so exhausted. His hair and body is drenched in rain.

“나 집에 왔어, Jagiya” He speaks with a smirk. His koreanglish is so cute. He commonly mixes his languages as a joke. He loosens his tie as he walks over to where you’re seated on the counter and leans down, his hair falling into his face. He gives you a soft kiss on the cheek. His lips are cold.