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𝗔 𝗠𝗔𝗙𝗜𝗔 𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗗 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗜𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘
'𝘼𝙨 𝙇𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙨 𝙎𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙎𝙖𝙛𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣'
Kim Y/n was meant to be a leverage, an arranged bride offered to the Ko...
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My wife thinks she slipped away unnoticed, but the second she left my arms, I felt it.
For a moment, I thought about following her, slipping into the tub behind her, pressing kisses down her back until she melted into me again.
But then the lights went out, so I closed my eyes and listened to her scramble around the room and leave.
At first, I'm furious; ready to chase her down.
But then I check the time.
I've watched my wife long enough to know her habits.
Right about now, she's raiding her stash of snacks, one she foolishly thinks I don't know about.
I hear the hum of the elevator descending, either she called in down to her or she went upstairs to the library.
I leave the warmth of our bed and head to use the bathroom.
I'm immediately hit with the scent of jasmine and a faint smile plays on my lips.
The room is still warm from the steam that had filled it earlier, making me long for her even more.
Begrudgingly I take care of my business and then wash my hands.
I glance at myself in the mirror and smirk at the sight of a slight hickey on my neck.
My eyes focus on the counter before me, our toothbrushes side by side, her makeup scattered on the counter next to my razor and shaving cream, and not far away, a stray lock of her hair wound around my comb.
She's mine. In every way, in every moment.
And fuck, I love it.
Tidied and freshened up, I decide to surprise her.
I pull on some sweatpants and call up the elevator.
As I descend there's a sense of delight warming me from inside at the thought of seeing her.
I had her in my arms minutes ago, but somehow, I miss her.
The doors slide open and the sight that greets me as I step into the pantry is delightful beyond words: she's sitting cross-legged on the pantry floor, a box full of snacks spread out before her and an open book resting on her knees.
Her hair, which was a wild mess when we went to sleep, is now pulled back into a loose bun revealing the hickeys that litter her neck and shoulders and all I want to do is add more, mark her for everyone to see.
She hears the elevator and looks up, eyes wide, caught mid-chew like a guilty little thief.
My little thief.
The look in her eyes is worth every moment of holding back my laughter.
