We are [ENG]

Special: Tan and Fang

[ Tan's POV ]

It's around 11:30 p.m., a time when most ordinary people are comfortably asleep. But here I am, racing at full throttle on an empty road, almost drifting like in a car show. I'd love to go all out, but I'm scared I might not make it to apologize to my wife in one piece. And that's the reason I'm not in bed yet.

Pheem called and told me that Fang was throwing a fit (Hey, hey! Don't you dare insult my beloved, Pheem. You'll regret it). When I called Fang back, all he said was a single word: "Asshole," and hung up on me.

I was baffled. The entire drive from my place to this mansion, I kept wondering what I could've possibly done to make him mad.

"Ah, Tan, you're here late." Jak, the security guard at Fang's place, greeted me with a smile when I rolled down the window.

"I had some urgent business with Fang." I replied.

Jak nodded and smiled before opening the tall gate. I thanked him and drove in. Man, this place feels more like a palace than a house.

The distance from the gate to the house itself is about three kilometers. Once, they even filmed a drama here in the living room. Well, that's no surprise, considering Fang's family owns a bank, exports luxury goods, gemstones, and a hundred other businesses. It's an empire.

"Hey, Nim, how are you?" I greeted one of the housemaids as I entered.

"Good evening, Tan. You're here for Fang, I assume?" she asked.

"Yeah, is he asleep yet?" Though Nim is older, I've always called her "sister" because she's been around since Fang's older brother Oat was young. I've been here so often that I'm now on familiar terms with the security guards, housemaids, and gardeners.

"I heard a lot of noise coming from upstairs earlier. It seems Phum was crying loudly," she said.

Ah, Fang was probably picking on little Phum again.

"They were probably just playing around, Nim. I'll head up to see Fang now."

"Go ahead." she smiled.

I quickly headed upstairs and decided to check on Phum first. After knocking a couple of times, Phum opened the door, looking grumpy. He had a phone pressed to his ear, likely talking to that jerk, Pheem.

"Phum, where's your brother?"

"He's back in his room. The spare key's by the computer. Man, every time you two fight, I'm the one who suffers." he groaned.

"Come on, don't bad-mouth your brother-in-law," I teased.

Phum and I have a complicated relationship. He's my friend, my friend's boyfriend, and my brother-in-law all at once.

I pushed past Phum, grabbed the spare key, and headed toward Fang's room. You see, every time we argue, Fang locks himself in. He knows I'll come after him, and even a god wouldn't get him to open that door.

I quietly unlocked the door, slipping in as silently as possible. The room was dark, with only the bedside lamp casting a dim light. Once my eyes adjusted, I saw Fang, peacefully asleep, his breathing soft.

I carefully sat down on the bed and reached out to gently stroke his cheek. What's going on in your head, my love? Why are you mad at me? You're even frowning in your sleep. The more I looked, the more handsome Fang seemed. Even while sleeping, he had this charm, but to me, he was more cute than handsome.

At some point, I began seeing Fang as adorable. Others might call him handsome, but to me, Fang was just plain cute.

I brushed some hair away from his smooth face, then leaned down to kiss his forehead and eyebrows to ease his frown. Why are you such a deep sleeper, Fang? If there was a burglar, would you even notice?