To the moon and back,
I'll love you more than that.
"Sungjae, stop talking. I can't hear the schedule."
Joy retorted, sitting across him who was getting ready for the concert. He grins at the sight of his wife sitting innocently on the couch while they waited for the cue of BTOB's time to perform. It was a year ending performance for all groups, and she was one of the staff that CUBE had decided to gather to guide the boys. They all had a hint that it would make Sungjae stay on his place.
He glances at the television wherein Joy was watching. It was VIXX performing. "You're close to VIXX." Joy mumbled, being in awe of how they performed smoothly. "Hm." Sungjae replied shortly, snorting his nose as he sat beside her. Joy shrugs at the sight of him, "You should rehearse your vocal-"
"Coffees are here!"
Joy was about to stand up, knowing that the daily coffee deliveries at the waiting room was meant for all the staff besides BTOB. Not until Sungjae grabbed her arm to make her sit back. "Yah." Joy retorted, only for Sungjae to argue back. "Coffee isn't allowed for you.", "Then what am I going to drink?" Joy stood up, following Sungjae from behind as they bicker.
"Water." He firmly replied as he gets a cup for himself, about to sip into the drink.
His lips were almost at the straw, until his stubborn wife snatched the drink away from him- leaving a baffled Sungjae with a poker face.
Before he can retort, she already left the waiting room.
He pursed his lips, whispering. "This lady."
"Are they really married? They act like ten." Changsub whispered to Hyunsik right after getting his Americano coffee. "Hm, bet. I don't know how they managed to live together. They always bicker." The man replied, laughing. Changsub could only shake his head. "Sungjae ah, stop arguing with your wife."
"I'm not arguing with her!" Sungjae knit his brows together. "Yes you are!" Joy yelled from outside, enough to make Sungjae yell back. "YAH! Come here you-" He ran outside the waiting room, making the others hear their yelps and screeches from outside.
"Joy never changed. Since day one, she always pick a fight with our maknae." Ilhoon grins. "It's not like you're not arguing with Bomi everyday." Changsub whispered unintentionally. "That's a different matter!" Ilhoon yelled over Changsub- making the elder laugh in response. "Our maknaes, aigoo."
"Take that straw away from your lips."
Sungjae finally caught Joy in his arms after being tired from running after her. She really had the habit of tiring him ever since they met each other, more when they got married. "Yah, you've already drunk half of that coffee. Don't you dare whine to me later about your stomach ache." He hissed, making Joy grin.
"Are you here to guide us or tire me out?" Sungjae mumbled, before Joy smiled innocently.
"Both."
"Look, it's only a few minutes left before you perform. Go back!" Joy slaps his arm, before he successfully snatched the cup of coffee away from her grasp. "Sungjae!" She yelled, running back after him.
If only I can insert a sigh from the Third person's POV from the childishness of this two.
Time passes by quickly, and BTOB had finally finished their performance.
"Where's Joy?" Sungjae immediately asked, panting in exhaustion from the couple of performance only for the Producer to point inside the waiting room.
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My Melody || SUNGJOY
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