Mafia in the Morning || Ryeji [RE-UPLOAD] [ONGOING]

High-profile

[All high-profile individuals have bodyguards.]

Yeji woke up to the obnoxiously loud alarm she sets up everyday. It was exactly 6:01 AM, meaning there were still four hours remaining before opening her restaurant. Yeji loved waking up as early as birds sang on top of oak trees. However, this time she wasn't in the mood. For five minutes, she remained lying down with a frown on her face.

She hated it.

She hated her and her husband's house. She hated their concrete floors, neat kitchenware, expensive clothes, newly-installed water heater, king-size bed, and all the 20 paintings from the 1500s that were plastered on almost every wall of their house.

Yeji missed the simplicity of Ryujin's house.

Recalling the fleeting moments she had with Ryujin, Yeji carefully stood up and fixed her bed. She then stretched every muscle in her body, grabbed a comb and brushed her hair. It was one of those days where she hated waking up, but never hated looking beautiful.

She walked outside the bedroom and was instantly invited by a savory and mouthwatering aroma. In the kitchen, she saw Soobin. The man cooked with such attention to detail. The sleeves of his sweater were rolled up to his elbows and a white towel rested on his right shoulder. All at the same time, he skillfully chopped vegetables and meat, grabbed various tools and seasonings while checking the temperature of the soup he was boiling per fifteen seconds that were passing by. He most likely earned a mental thumbs up from Yeji, who herself was a graduate of Culinary Arts.

"Oh, you're awake."

Yeji was startled by the man's deep voice. For a brief moment, she wondered how he sensed her presence when all this time his back was facing Yeji as he cooked.

Simple answer: Soobin's senses were as strong as a Great White Shark's. It wasn't a superpower, it was just something he's always shown intuitively.

Yeji sat down at the dining area that was in front of their mini kitchen. "Morning to you too." She was greeted back with a warm smile.

Soobin swiftly grabbed a tray where he put two plates, two bowls, two spoons and two pairs of chopsticks. Afterwards, he served their early morning breakfast to the table. Their plates consisted of the Japanese dish omurice and the classic Miyeok-guk filled their bowls. It was a simple breakfast, but Yeji was so flustered by her husband's gesture that she couldn't begin to eat.

"Hey, something wrong?" Soobin took a bite of his omurice, raising his eyebrows in confusion.

"N-nothing." Yeji stuttered and smiled. She grabbed her bowl and began to consume her soup in silent gulps.

Staring at her, Soobin placed his utensils on his plate. He took a piece of tissue and wiped his smirking mouth. "I get it now. You must be wondering why I'm cooking and we're having breakfast all of a sudden."

Chewing, Yeji answered with stutters, "Y-yeah."

"I just feel like I haven't been good to you, Yeji," Soobin said, sparking Yeji's eyes with interest causing her to pause her actions. "You've always been good to me, but me.. I'm like an absent man, don't you think? Be honest."

"I feel that way too."

"So that answers why you still go to bars and get drunk, huh?" Soobin dropped his affectionate facade, showing a different kind of side to Yeji, a very serious one.

Yeji gulped, but this time all she swallowed was air. "What do you mean?" Yeji played dumb. It was a very dumb move of her.

Soobin chuckled. He laid his forearms on the table and connected his hands. "Yeji, this has been a habit of yours back then. Now, you're married and you still do it. That to me is a slap on the face. A bullet to the head."