How To Get My Husband On My Side [meanie]

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 8: 𝖨 𝖲𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖠 𝖲𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾

This was unexpected, so even I was a little surprised.

There was a commotion. Whether others were seeing or not, Mingyu grabbed me and turned me around to see for himself. Caught in his giant grasp, I felt like a chick trapped inside an eagle's claw.

Was he going to hit me?

I didn't care as long as I didn't die.

"Say it again. Hiding...What are you going to while hiding?"

"I'll just hide and watch. Even if I follow you, you won't know..."

"Do you want to die?"

His tone sounded pretty odd for a threat.

Of course, I was doing this so I wouldn't die, so I shook my head.

"Then, why would you do that?"

"I, I... would like to see you, but I don't want to be a nuisance..."

Like a cute fan.

Surely, he wouldn't think his weak husband would try to assassinate him. There's a saying that the only person brave enough to assassinate a paladin is a suicide lovers.

As I tried to make the eyes as teary as possible, my husband, who was staring at me with an unknown look, suddenly let out a sound similar to a sign and touched his temple. At the same time, Sir Jun, who was watching us with a somewhat absent-minded look, coughed, "Wonwoo-shii, that's a very dangerous act."

"What?"

"I don't mean that he'll mistaken his husband for an assassin. As you know, the North is a dangerous place, so we're a little different from the knights who grew up in the South. It's not as safe as the last time, but if you're near us when we're tracking down the monsters, we may kill you without knowing what's going on."

I see. Who knows what they would do if they were at their peak? Maybe they'll be as hyperactive as humans would on drugs. Naturally, I didn't want to pretend to chase except where safety was guaranteed. But, I guess, I do look like a fanboy from their reactions. Thank you for misunderstanding, you delusional patients.

"Oh, I'm in such trouble. I'm sorry, it's just that I'm from the South..."

"Don't say that. No wonder you don't know. It's fine, right? Hey, say something."

Mingyu, who didn't budge, was silent. He just stared at me with a strange look, chewing on his bottom lip.

He seemed to be thinking about how he'd get annoyed to death. 

I stuttered with a glum expression, as much as posssible.

"D-Don't worry. I'll never get you in trouble..."

"If the schedule had changed, you should have told me in advance."

The chilling voice belonged to Minghao.

Minghao came close to us and looked at his brother with that impassive look on his face.

"Minghao's right. You could have stopped by. You don't even know how to be grateful for the beauty at home."

Jungwoo changed the atmosphere by hitting Mingyu's arm, who was still busy staring at me, with a slight playful blow using the tip of his fan.

It seemed to be a very natural move.

An atmosphere where you would usually hear a reply like 'Where is the beauty?' was made, but by maintaining an unmoving figure, Mingyu was making this barely cheerful atmosphere awkward again. By the way, his tight grip still had my poor shoulder trapped.