Kim Mingyu trudged into the living room, his feet heavy with frustration. His husband, Jeon Wonwoo, looked up from his phone, a hint of concern etching his features.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Wonwoo asked, setting his phone aside.
Mingyu ignored him, plopping down onto the couch and fixing his gaze on the TV. The silence between them grew thick and uncomfortable.
Wonwoo shifted closer, placing a gentle hand on Mingyu's knee. "Mingyu, talk to me. What's going on?"
Mingyu's jaw clenched, his eyes flashing with annoyance. He wouldn't dare speak right now; his emotions were running too high. One wrong word from Wonwoo, and he'd unleash a torrent of pent-up frustration.
The tension began hours ago when Wonwoo forbade Mingyu from attending Joshua's birthday celebration. "You're six months pregnant, Mingyu. I won't risk your safety or the baby's," Wonwoo reasoned.
Mingyu understood Wonwoo's concerns, but being cooped up at home, feeling like a prisoner in his own body, was suffocating. His friends were out having fun, and he was stuck here, under Wonwoo's watchful eye.
"Mingyu, please," Wonwoo whispered, his voice soft and soothing. "I just want what's best for you and our baby."
Mingyu's gaze never wavered from the TV. His silence was his protest, his way of showing Wonwoo that he wasn't okay with being confined.
Wonwoo sighed and stood up. "Fine. I'll leave you alone for now. But know that I'm doing this because I love you." He walked out of the room, leaving Mingyu to stew in his frustration.
Hours passed, the silence between them a palpable, living thing. Mingyu's anger slowly ebbed, replaced by exhaustion. His back ached from the pregnancy, and his emotions were drained.
As night fell, Wonwoo returned with a tray of Mingyu's favorite snacks and a warm smile. "I thought you might be hungry," he said softly.
Mingyu's resolve weakened at the thoughtful gesture. Maybe Wonwoo wasn't trying to control him; maybe he truly cared. He met Wonwoo's gaze, and their eyes locked in a silent understanding.
Without a word, Mingyu reached for a snack, and Wonwoo settled beside him, wrapping a protective arm around his shoulders. In that moment, the silence between them transformed from anger to acceptance.
"I'm sorry," Mingyu whispered, breaking the silence.
Wonwoo pulled him closer. "No need to apologize. I know you're frustrated. But promise me you'll prioritize your health and our baby's."
Mingyu nodded against Wonwoo's chest. "I promise. But sometimes, I just need to feel normal, like myself."
Wonwoo's hold tightened. "I'll try to find a balance. For us."
As they sat together, snacking and watching the stars twinkle outside, Mingyu realized that their love was strong enough to weather any silence, any disagreement. And in that moment, he knew everything would be okay.
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Wonwoo's eyes lingered on Mingyu's face, regret etched in his features. He knew he'd been overbearing, and it pained him to see Mingyu's frustration.
Without a word, Wonwoo leaned in, his lips brushing against Mingyu's temple. Mingyu's eyes fluttered closed, his tension easing.
"I'm sorry," Wonwoo whispered, his breath dancing across Mingyu's skin. "I was wrong to confine you. You deserve freedom, my love."
Mingyu's hands drifted up, cradling Wonwoo's face. "You were just worried," he said softly.
Wonwoo's gaze locked onto Mingyu's. "That's no excuse. I should trust you to take care of yourself."
