My Fake Husband - Minsung

Family Drama

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lee minho pov

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the sun hit my already awake face, forcing me to stop zoning out by staring at the wall. i hadn't gotten a single drop of sleep that night as i was too busy thinking about a certain problem. although i was tired, i couldn't fall asleep no matter how hard i tried.

i wanted to get this problem off my mind, and i didn't feel oddly overwhelmed about it either. yet it still kept bothering me like a fly that wouldn't stop buzzing in my ear. i wasn't deeply emotional about the return of my father, but his return seemed to concern me for many reasons.

i was afraid he would go to yongbok and hurt him. yongbok and father were close and all, but father was someone who chose favourites, and let's just say he didn't adore yongbok that much. i didn't want him to go to yongbok and start insulting him when he's having a great life. not perfect, of course, but great. and he didn't need someone as bothersome as my father to ruin it and send all his happiness crashing down.

another realistic statement was that he would start stalking me and trying to get me to come home with him. he'd always been fond of me. but maybe he was being a bit too fond. it was more like obsessed over me, and not in a good way. one thing i recalled was that he would somehow always know whenever i was in trouble at school. say, i got bullied. he would be there in five minutes, ready to shut things down. i appreciated it and all, but i couldn't disagree with the fact that it was creepy.

i turned around, uncomfortable with my position and faced the one person who'd be able to make my worries go away just by simply being alive and by my side. my husband, han jisung.

yes, i was definitely not happy with him at first. i disliked him for something which he couldn't control; being loved by my mother. in other words, i was blinded by jealousy, so in order to feed that jealousy, i started hating him for my own satisfaction. but now i see that disliking him wouldn't get my mother to love me any more.

all it did was show why she disliked me.

i let out a sigh filled with love and content with where i was in life. yes, not everything was great, but as long as i had jisung by my side, i knew that he would make me smile, make me laugh, one way or another. all i knew was that i could rely on him for anything, big or small. his beautiful features was just a bonus.

suddenly, his eyes half-opened and then closed. it opened again, but this time it was fully open. he sat up and yawned, leaning onto the bed frame. i sat up as well, observing his drop dead gorgeous face. his eyes moved to many places, but finally, they moved to my direction and met my eyes.

"morning." i said, unable to remove my eyes from his gorgeous brown orbs.

"morning." he yawned, sitting up and stretching.

i didn't look away. i don't remember when i started being so whipped for this man that i can't even get my eyes off of him. he's just too gorgeous for his own good, honestly.

i watched as he got out of bed and went to the bathroom. i looked away when he turned around to shut the bathroom door and acted like i was staring at a bunny sticker which was next to the bathroom door. my eomma gave it to me when i was around five or four years old and i kept it with me ever since. it was one of the last but most precious gifts she had given me before she became heartless towards me and quite likely resembled a witch.