𝑬𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍 | m.yg. ✓

열하나 :: spark

Present

Byeol was still confused with the sudden change of Jimin's mood even when she was already back home. Thinking that it was probably nothing, she dismissed the thought completely and proceeded towards the stairs with the goodies in her hands.

Around the house, everything was silent. Only her footsteps were the source of sound, a sign that someone was still living in that house.

She slowly approached the study room that she once cried in, the memory of the other day replaying in her mind.

Byeol fluttered her eyes shut for a moment. "You can do this, Min Byeol. Stop being a pussy and actually face your problems instead of running away," she muttered to herself.

With a deep breath, she walked faster, opening the door of her study room and entering. Closing the door in front of her, she slowly turned on her heels to face the mess she had made.

Striding across the room, she placed her drink and sandwich on her desk and began to pick up the fallen papers from the floor, organizing them and placing them in her book organizer.

Pulling her chair out, she sat down and picked up her pencil, sharpening it first then hovered it above a new clean piece of paper. She swallowed hard, placing it back down and opting to take a sip of her ice americano first.

Once her thoughts were organized, she began to write endless imaginations tha kept emerging and spilling out of her creative mind.

•  •  •

The sound of the front door opening made Byeol stand up as a reflex. She gasped loudly upon taking a peek out the window and realizing that it was now dark, the sun had fully set, and she literally skipped lunch.

She had been writing for hours now, determined to finish her story before the ideas disappeared from her mind completely. The woman wanted to write everything down that were on her mind.

Bursting out of the door, she went down, eager to greet her husband.

However, her beloved was quite the opposite.

Reaching down the stairs, she watched him quietly as he slipped out of his shoes and dropped the car keys on top of the coffee table in the living room harsher than he intended to. What surprised Byeol was that he was acting and walking around as if he hadn't heard her go downstairs.

The woman remained in her place, though, still watching the man silently as he sauntered towards the kitchen, helping himself with a glass of water.

He practically slammed the glass back down on the counter and rested his palms on the edge, shifting his weight to them.

Byeol was concerned so she pushed her fear away and approached him with slow and quiet steps. She could see how his jaw was slackened and his expression was dangerous, something that Byeol definitely disliked.

She sauntered up behind him, embracing his waist with her small arms and placing her cheek against his back, hoping that it would comfort him.

Yoongi stiffened before her and she felt him widening his eyes slightly.

"Byeol-ah?"

The first word that he uttered ever since he got home. The woman noticed how vulnerable he sounded, causing her to embrace him tighter.

"Byeol-ah, what's wrong?"

Placing his hands on her arms, he pulled them away slightly so that he would be able to turn around and face her.

Byeol looked up at his eyes and tugged the corner of her lips upward slightly. "I should be the one asking that. I noticed that you weren't exactly in a good mood the moment you came home tonight. So tell me, Yoongi, what's wrong? Did something happen?"

Her hand went to cup his cheek in a comforting manner, her other hand resting against his chest. The male, on the other hand, encircled his arms around her waist.

"It's nothing, starshine," he assured her. "Don't worry. It's just some problems at work."

"Okay," she whispered. "I just want you to know that I'll be here if you need anyone. I'll always be here to listen to you."

Yoongi nodded, nibbling on his lower lip. Silence hung in the air for awhile before he broke it by speaking again.

"If you don't mind..." he started. "I'm really tired and I want to have some rest."

Byeol's breath caught in her throat slightly but she pushed it back down. "Yeah...okay. Okay."

She released him and his arms left her waist and the woman instantly missed his warmth. Yoongi gave her a soft smile before walking past her and proceeding towards the stairs.

Byeol watched him, her feet still glued on the ground.

She was so bothered. No, not because Yoongi wanted to take some rest. It was the fact that he hadn't asked nor begged her to join him, as if he wanted to be alone at that moment.

Her heart ached a bit because she didn't feel needed. As much as possible, she wanted to be there for him when he was feeling down.

But most of all, one thought scared her the most.

Why did she feel like as if everything was falling apart ever since the two of them entered the world of marriage?

Why did she feel like as if the spark that was there when they first met, was slowly disappearing as time passed by?