Mrs. Original Visual (Irene x Fem Reader)

Chapter One

You lean back on the driver's seat of your gray Range Rover, dragging on your vape and indulging the sweet smell of caramel, the flavor of your juice.

You've been home for a good 20 minutes but haven't entered the house yet; Irene is very strict with smoking. You can smoke anywhere but inside the house. And that's fine with you because you don't want to show your bad habit to your son. Especially now that he's in the stage where he is curious about everything he sees.

Your phone dings, indicating a text message. You grab it from the passenger seat and see a text from your father/boss.

We have a new project and the client asked for you. I sent all the details to your email.

You sigh. Your father knows well that your team's hands are full, but you can't say no because you don't want to disappoint him.

"That's what you get for working at your dad's firm, [Y/N]," you mutter to yourself. You gather all your things and get out of the car.

It's quite inside your beautiful 2-story house, something that you appreciate after a long day's work. This was your first project after you started working again; you and Irene decided to sell the first house that you two owned as a married couple. It was too close to SM Town, Irene's former agency, and you both feared that the media could swarm it, thus, jeopardizing your family's privacy.

You head to your child's playroom. You're certain that you'll find your family there. And you're right: you find them playing with LEGOs.

"Mommy!" Your child runs to you as soon as he sees you. You carry him in your arms, momentarily forgetting about your tiredness.

You plant a soft kiss on his cheek. "How's my Kai?" You tickle your 4-year-old son in the tummy, making him laugh out loud.

Irene stands and walks to you. You marvel at the exquisite beauty that is your wife: she still looks elegant in a plain white shirt, black shorts and a messy bun. She pecks you on the lips, which your son reacts to. "Eww!" he says as he covers his eyes.

You and your wife laugh. You put your son down and watch in delight as he runs back to his toys.

"How was work?" Irene asks, straightening out your blouse.

You sigh. "Tiring, as usual. How was your shoot?"

"Oh, yeah, about that..." Her expression turns sour. "I have to talk to you about my schedule."

"What's up?"

She purses her lips, hesitating. "You know what? We can talk about it later," she says. She forces a small smile. "Go get changed then let's eat dinner."

You take a shower, making sure to wash your hair well. You smoked two cigarettes at work, and Irene should most certainly not detect the smell or she'd be furious; she made you promise to never light another cigarette ever again.

It's not like you smoke cigarettes everyday; just when you are super stressed and all your buttons have been pushed. You call it a "reset" and today was just one of those days that you had to reset twice.

After you shower, you blow-dry your hair then put some comfortable clothes on. Then you go downstairs and head to the dining room where your son awaits for dinner to be served.

"Kai, no toys on the dining table, right?" you remind him. He pouts but puts his little dinosaurs away.

Thank God my son isn't stubborn, you think to yourself.

You head to the kitchen and check if your wife needs help. "You good?" you ask.

Irene looks at you and smiles. "Yup. Why don't you go set the table? Dinner will be served in about five minutes."