𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 || 𝐊.𝐍𝐉

𝓲'𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾 : 𝓸𝓷𝓮

Author's Pov

Ever since she was a child, Aya dreamed of having a simple and happy family of her own. When she was 8 years old, she would spend all day in the kitchen to watch their house chef cook her favorite dishes. She promised to herself to master all those dishes, so that when she gets married, she will cook for her husband. When she was 12 years old, she would secretly bug their housemaids to let her help them on doing some chores. She said that when she will have a family of her own, she wants to serve them and make 'cleaning' as a bonding. That's all she wanted, to be a good wife and mother, and to have a wonderful family with the man she will marry. But sadly, things didn't go as she thought it would.

Now in her mid-twenties, she didn't expect to have this kind of life with her husband of two years. She was arranged to marry him, like the usual reason, for money and to strengthen both companies. Aya's family owns a Real Estate Business while her husband's family owns an Airlines Company. It so happened that Aya's family business was nearly bankrupt and the only way to survive was to offer their daughter for marriage. However, she didn't know that she will marry a heartless monster in the name of Kim Namjoon.

Kim Namjoon is the only son and heir of his family's company. He is tall, manly, and handsome. He is also one of the youngest businessman in the country with a high IQ of 148. He has a very warm yet sophisticated sense of fashion. Without a doubt, any woman would love to be in Aya's place right now, but if only they know what kind of husband he is. Ever since they got married, Aya never felt like a wife to him. He never acknowledged her on how delicious she cooks the dishes, on how clean the house is whenever he gets home, and on how she treats him with respect and care. All he did was, get up early and be home late in the evening. He would skip breakfast with Aya and would always come home to see her sleeping on the sofa while waiting for him. There are even times that he would come home drunk and stinking in woman's perfume. At first, Aya was hurt but because on how frequently Namjoon does that, she grew immune to it. Yet, the respect and care she has for him never left.

Just like being said, it's already 12:30 am yet Namjoon is still not home. She's currently fighting her sleep while waiting for Namjoon to come home. Even though she wants to call him, she knows that it will only cost an argument. One thing Aya learned was to never call Namjoon and ask what time he'll be home. He hates that, because he said that he feels suffocated. And after a few minutes, Aya heard the familiar car outside the house. Namjoon's home. She rubbed her eyes and stretched her limbs before going to the door to welcome her husband. However, when Namjoon entered, the strong smell of whiskey with a mixture of a woman's perfume hit Aya's nose, making her cough a little.

"W-Welcome home, love." She timidly greeted, slightly tiptoeing to kiss Namjoon but he avoided it. "Uhm, let me help you with your things." Aya was about to reach for his bag but he slightly pushed her away.

"I told you to never wait for me, remember? Why do you kept on doing that?!" He exclaimed, causing for Aya to lower her head.

"I'm sorry. I'm just worried—"

"I never asked you to worry about me. Stop with this act, Aya, I know that you're only doing this for money." He spat out before leaving her at the doorway.

She just quietly locked the doors and went to the kitchen. Looking at the dishes she cooked, a sigh left her lips as she starts to put them on a container. It's always like this. She then placed them in the refrigerator and told herself to just heat it up tomorrow. After making sure that things are settled in the kitchen, she went upstairs to their shared room. It seems like Namjoon immediately went to bed because his smell is still the same, also leaving his shirt, socks, and coat on the floor. Aya picked them up and put them on the laundry basket, but a kiss mark on the collar caught her attention when she folded the shirt. She just tried to suppress her tears as she continue. After that, she went to the bathroom to get a basin with water and a little bit of body soap, alongside a small towel to use. She went on Namjoon's side and stared at his sleeping form. He looks peaceful whenever he sleeps, and Aya sometimes admire how handsome he is. If only his attitude is different, maybe it won't be hard for Aya. Exhaling sharply, she started to roll down the blanket from Namjoon's body and his toned torso welcomed her. Not wanting to anger him, she started to fondle his hair to wake him up.