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Byulyi cocked her head to the side, one hand on her shoulder, the other still holding on to the collar of her unbuttoned shirt, and grimaced as her neck popped loudly.
It had been an unbearable night.
Cars seemed to pass by hourly in front of their house, preventing her from getting a good night's sleep. The pillows were too stiff, the bed too wide. Even the air conditioner seemed to hum too loudly that night. She knew she should've bought that thick comforter she'd been eyeing for months now because goddamn it was cold last night.
Never mind that the cold was probably caused by a lack of her husband's presence on the other side of the bed last night.
They had a fight last night—some nonsense about the laundry Byulyi couldn't remember anymore—that somehow escalated to shouting. On usual days, both of them would have enough patience to deal with their conflicts calmly.
But there were some altercations at the station that day that Byulyi had to work overtime for. All her calmness and patience that day seemed to have been stolen away by the extra hours she spent at the station, leaving nothing for Jin who was waiting for her at home.
Byulyi knew it was her fault why it escalated in the first place. Jin asked innocently and instead, she snapped at him. But she was tired and he was being loud and she just didn't have the patience.
She shook her head and swiped imaginary dust on her shoulders. She took a deep breath, braced her shoulders, one hand darting for the door knob before hesitation overtook her fingers.
To hell with it.
Byulyi stepped out as quietly as she could along the short hallway. The stillness of the apartment did not mask her soft padding footsteps nor the sound of their bedroom door as it clicked close.
