after a long, restless day at work. You and your husband, Minho, decided to unleash yourselves for a moment—dancing at the club, drinking beers and wines, drunk-talking.

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The party ended just yesterday and Minho had kept a secret from you, but he decided he'll confess it now—As you were casually sitting on the couch, watching films, Minho sat next to you, looking nervous.

"H-hey.. babe?.. I have something to confess to you.. uhm.. so yesterday, at that party.. I kinda had a makeout with some girl there.. I'm so sorry.." he said, looking down at his shaking hands.

You tilt your head for a moment before chuckling. "You alcoholic idiot.." you joked. "That was me."