Kitin x Wonwoo
"What color do you want?" You asked Wonwoo as you carried two paint buckets into the room. One white and the other gray. Wonwoo's mom gave the two of you a newly-built house as a wedding present, saying: 'you need to learn to live on your own!'.
You were very grateful, even though it had no furniture and you still have to decorate it on your own. Plus you'll get more alone time with your husband without any of your relatives interrupting. Speaking of relatives, your mom's line rushed back into your head.
"I want four grandchildren so you better work hard on it!" She said to Wonwoo on your wedding day and even gave him a wink. You just smiled at the memory.
"Checkered." The latter answered and sat on the plastic covered couch he placed at the middle of the room, right in front of the window. You ran your hand down your face and glared at the boy sitting on the couch with his legs crossed.
"Wonwoo, I'm no painter. I can't paint these walls the way you want." You pouted and left the room, only to return with two more buckets of paint. Light blue and pastel purple. "You have 4 options. Just choose one."
He stared at the buckets, deciding. "I want light blue." He finally gave a decent answer. You popped the lid off and poured some of the paint in a low rectangular container before dipping the paint roller in the substance.
You started to paint the wall, dragging the roller from the edge of the ceiling then down to the edge of the floor. You repeated the same action over and over again. Then it hit you like a truck.
Wonwoo is on his phone, smiling widely, not even bothering to help you. Is he talking to another girl? Is he cheating? Oh my god we just got married and this is already happening???
"Ya, Jeon Wonwoo." You called. He didn't respond so you turned around only to see him holding his phone, giggling.
Oh no....no no no this isn't happening.
"Ya, yeobo." You pouted, hoping you'll finally catch his attention. To your dismay, he giggled again. Your blood started to boil, so you unconsciously dipped the roller in the paint and slowly made your way to Wonwoo, standing behind him. Jealousy took over you and before you knew it, your paint roller was already on top of Wonwoo's head.
Your husband slowly stood up, leaning his phone on the window sill before turning back to you. "Kitin....what. the. hell?" He asked as the blue paint dripped down his hair. "I-I'm sorry you weren't giving me any attention a-and I think you're cheating on me!" You exclaimed.
Wonwoo's expression changed and he stepped towards you. "Me? Cheating? What made you assume that?" He asked. You stumbled backwards, afraid to face his wrath. "Is it because I was on my phone?" He took two steps closer and you nod, back finally hitting the wall. He stared at you darkly then said "it's on now." You instantly felt thick cold liquid fall on your head and drip down your body.
He poured the white paint on you.
You squealed, Wonwoo laughing loudly. You ran around in fear. You clothes just got drenched in paint. Your husband took the bucket of pastel purple paint and ran towards your direction, you running away from him. The day passed by with the two of you running around the empty house, drenching each other in paint.
And little did you know that he was filming the whole thing. Your silly conclusion that he's cheating on you was completely false.
