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(g!p) you x chaeryeong : mmmh

published january 9, 2025. 2421 words
au
y/n pov.

I begin with her buttons and journey downward, slipping them through the hole with practical ease. "How was work?" The impulse to bite those delicious, parted lips irritates me, but I have to control myself in this dire moment.

She doesn't like her bedtime being delayed, or so she says.

Chaeryeong releases a shaky, shallow breath, watching me undress her, as if I'm one of our maids. "Fine," she says. "I'm heading back in the morning. How is..."

My hand travels across her abdomen board to untuck her dress shirt as I sit on my knees. "The café is—"

Just as I'm stripping off her belt, she firmly squeezes my wrist.

I look up.

"Stand up."

I retrieve balance, my heart skipping a beat. My eyes run laps around her face and all I gain are her cold features—the same heartless stare. I don't know what's gotten her hard like stone.

"What's wrong?"

"You're not gonna do that." She gradually seals our gap, prompting me to recline my chin.

Chaeryeong's parents chose me, and the official wedding still feels like yesterday.

I, a coffee shop owner, was drawn to marry a businesswoman bound to inherit ownership of her father's company. I had no idea who she was, apart from her frequent visits to my store.

We still barely know each other. I live each day by her set of rules, while she's fulfilled simply having a wife—me.

Slightly taken aback by her expression, I chuckle, unsure how to respond.

She tilts her head, curling loose strands of hair behind my ear. "Aren't you going to change?" she snarls, almost shocked that I'm still in my home clothes.

We're so close, and I can barely hold myself together. Just a regular hug—not prying off her work clothes. Yet, she picked up on the slightest seduction, something I thought might be convenient.

I grasp her hand, guiding it to the hem of my shirt, silently inviting her to take it off. And she refuses.

"You can ask Jisu to bring you a set of clothes."

I can't piece together why she leaves me so desperate. She's always busy, and I can't help but feel frustrated that she can't make time for us, for our love. I'm her wife, the one she supposedly needed.

I try not to think about it much and appreciate the time we share right now, especially when she wants to make small talk. Her greatest weakness is definitely replying to texts, yet her biggest strength is holding onto a grudge for an entire week.

It drives me crazy when she brings that attitude to me. Especially when I need her.

"Is something wrong?"

"What? No." I shake my head and quit zoning out. "I was just thinking."

She tosses her jacket off her shoulders and raises an eyebrow. "Okay." After quickly checking that the door is shut, she walks up to the large window that reveals the city. "How is it always me with a workload?" she grumbles to herself, though it's loud enough for me to hear.

I press my lips together.

"Has Jisu fucking come in yet?"

I ignore her soft demand and change the subject with a question. "Did something happen at work? You don't seem fine."