PAINT ME IN RED [Hyunho]

°•◇THREE◇•°

MINHO

Leaving my heaven, I returned to our shared bedroom to find Hyunjin on his side. He leaned against the headboard and the lights were switched off. His phone and the lamp that was lit beside him faintly lit up the room.

"Done obsessing over your 2d men?"

"They're a lot better than you, and I enjoyed it, thank you for asking." I smiled before joining him under the covers. Before sleeping, I took an extra pillow, placing it in the middle.

"Is this necessary?" He asked, putting his phone down. His voice was always the same, the strict monotone speech that constantly bugged me.

"Indeed it is, I need my personal space— so don't cross it," I said, resting my head on the pillow.

"It's ridiculous," Hwang claims.

I chose not to respond and was mindful. I'm tired and I need my beauty to rest for this stupid wedding.

•°—°•

Daylight once again, I rolled around the bed finding that the spot next to me was hallowed. Sitting up, the middle pillow from last night was gone and the other side of the bed was clean.

What a bastard.

I sighed pushing myself up feeling gross, my phone was silently vibrating on the nightstand. Picking it up, I looked at the caller's I.D.

Mr. husband 👎🏼

Why was his ass calling me? Hesitant, I clicked the green button and put the phone to my ear.

"Can I help you, your majesty?" I requested sarcastically.

"I moved the flight to this evening," He tossed on me. Was he crazy? I don't understand how he could say this without warning.

"What?" I asked in disbelief.

"I'll be home around 5, let your manager know you're not free today."

"The hell I am, you can't just tell me this out of the blue. Plus I'm a busy person." I was quite tempted to end the call but I held back knowing what was to come for me.

"Hwang Minho."

"Don't go there," I said threateningly.

"Be ready by then, I have work." Before I could respond he ended the call leaving me to catch dust. What kind of husband was this man? Sometimes I wanted to smash his skull with a rock. Forget sometimes, all the fucking time.

I sighed while scrolling to find Hanbin Hyung's name, I didn't scroll very much seeing that he was my most frequent caller. I clicked his name and the phone started to ring.

"Hello?"

"I'm sorry too but my bitch of a husband is peer pressuring me into canceling all of my events for today."