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Number 2

     My phone rang. The alarm's song set me awake. It's already 5am. I sat down and yawned cutely. I brushed my eyes and looked around.

I saw him, still sleeping. He had turned to my way. He looked so cute sleeping. I just smiled at the view. After staring for a minute, I quickly went to the washroom to take a bath.

     After bathing, I quickly wore my clothes. I walked quickly to the kitchen to make breakfast for us. I really wished that he will like it.

After doing our breakfast,I went to our bedroom to wake him up. I reached the doorknob and opened the door. I smiled slightly.

He's still sleeping. I kneeled beside him. I felt pity for him because he slept on the couch all night long.

I shook his body slowly.

"Hey, Suga.." No answer. "Suga, wake up. It's almost 6.." He just hummed and stretched his body. After for good 2 minutes, he finally opened his slit-eyes.

He looked like a kitten. Yoongi blinked his eyes at me. I smiled sweetly at him. Then, he looked away coldly and quickly stood up —disappearing himself into the washroom.

     I sighed. Am I that ugly that he keep turning away eachtime he look at me? I thought to myself. I stood up from kneeling and went back to the kitchen.

I sat at the dining room waiting for him. While waiting for him, I switched the television on. I searched for the best channel.

Less than 10 minutes,Yoongi went out from the bedroom. He had his tie undone. He looked so deliciously hot right now. Wait. What?? Ohmygod!

He then sat in front of me and took his breakfast. I played with my forefingers nervously, waiting for his reaction but he just ate silently and watched the television not even bother to take a look at me.

Hmmm maybe he like it. I thinked positively. Then, I stood up and took his briefcase. I put it beside the front door. After that I went back to the dining room.

I tried to start a conversation with him. "Uhh uhhm.. What time do you finish your work?"

He stayed silent for a while —probably thinking. "9pm."

Suga, can you please look at me when we are talking?

"Ouh. Should I make dinner for you?" Aishhh. What a stupid question. Of course! I'm the wife!

"...yeah." He said with a tiny frown. I look at him. Okay chill. He's not pissed off. The question really is weird. My face must have looked really weird right now because before I knew, he was staring at me.

Yoongi bit his bottom lip puffing his laugh in. He had finished his breakfast as he stood up and went to the front door quickly. I chased for him faster and grabbed his arm softly.

"You're not going to your office like this, aren't you?" I said while doing his undone tie. He stared at me while I was too busy doing my job. Satisfied with my job, I patted his chest awkwardly, smiling slightly.

"D-done." I looked up to look at his face. I feel so short. The moment I want to look at his eyes, again, he turned his face to the other side.

My chest tightened, felt upset about his behavior. I stared at his face. Just in time I wanted to ask, I saw a little pinky on his cheeks. I automatically touched his cheek to check it out—wrinkle my eyebrows.

He flinched at our skinship. "W-what are you doing?". He said stuttering a little.

"U-umm no. I just urm, your cheeks get so pinky there." I pointed to his cheek shyly.

He touched his cheek, extremely shocked by what I've told him. He looked at me like he wanted to run away. He avoided his eyes and sighed. "I'm going to be late."
Is he mad? 

He turned around, already opened the door, wanted to walked outside. I reached for his wrist which he flinched again at my touch. I pulled my hand away saying sorry in whisper.

I bit my lip. "Be safe an-and go home early, okay? I'll wait for you and prepared you dinner."

He didn't say anything and just walked out from the house. I sighed.

I'm hurt.

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