Teach Me How To Love [mxmxm]

XXVIII

[Third Person]

When Yun came back to her flat, she wasn't expecting an additional two men to be sitting on her living room floor, bent over a table with their eyes glued to the TV as they held wrinkled pieces of paper in their hands. She wasn't expecting Jae to be sitting there calmly on the sofa, a pristine piece of paper folded into the shape of a katana.

Jae's head swiveled towards the door when she closed the door to the flat behind her. "Welcome home. How was work?"

His words made her smile. It was like coming home to her wife who would greet her as soon as she walked through the door and ask a small question about her mundane day at work.

"It was boring, as always." She nodded her head towards the two men who were still intensely focused on the video playing on the television. "What are they doing here?"

Jae shrugged. "They wouldn't leave me alone."

Yun didn't mention the fact that he could have easily asked Daehyun to force the two other men out of the flat or the fact that she had seen them in his room, sleeping when she had left for work. She simply left it as that and nodded, making her way towards her bedroom down the hall.

"Are they staying for dinner?" She called from her room, knowing that she really didn't have anything ready to eat yet.

"Hey, get your fat fucking fingers off my origami! You're crushing it!"

"You asked me how to do it!"

"Give me my damn—"

"Shut up before I throw you two out."

She walked back out to the living room of her flat, changed into fresh clothes, only to see the sight of Jae hovering over the two in a manner similar to how a parent would scold their child. The sight was comedic. The two triads were easily larger than Jae in stature, wider, taller, packing more muscle and mass than the lithe form that Jae sported.

Walking over to him, she placed a hand on his shoulder, pressing down with enough force to make him sit back down on the sofa. "Sit. You're still fresh from the hospital and I don't want to see you going back there so soon."

Jae hadn't rolled his eyes but he might as well have from the way his attitude practically seeped from his body. Had she not taken pity on him, he would've been served a smack to his head for that.

"Hey," Jae drew the two triads' attention away from the poorly folded origami in front of them. "You eating or you leaving?"

Yun wanted to laugh at how quickly their previously furrowed brows and expressions of concentration turned into one of uncontainable excitement, eager to stumble over their words for something she didn't understand.

Jae's head turned over his shoulder where he met her eyes. "They're staying. That ok?"

"Yeah, just let me cook something up. You do whatever you want." She held his gaze with a stern expression, a single finger pointing at him. "Nothing that will prevent your wounds from healing properly."

With a mock salute, Jae turned around to where the two men were sitting patiently on the floor practically begging for his attention.

Yun didn't need to understand what they said to know that Jae had them wrapped around his fingers. Truly. And if what the night nurse from the hospital had said was true, then perhaps, she could entrust them to care for him when she couldn't.

Jae, on the other hand, couldn't believe the incomparable incompetency of the men sitting in front of him.

How could grown adults with at least a few more years of experience living be so incredibly bad at folding paper? It was such a simple task.