Dracula's Wife [✓]

11.

. . . 

To watch my wife decorate a page with stickers, delicate handwritten calligraphy, highlights and short notes entices me to stay rooted in my spot and record this wonderful moment with a camera. She is journaling as a side hobby and posts the captured images online. 

She also writes letter to friends online. I won't pry farther on who they are. As long as they send each other handwritten letters with the utmost decoration and she's happy, I'm fine with it. Somehow, I feel a tad bit jealous that she writes heartfelt letters to her international friends. 

I want a handwritten letter exclusively made by my wife too. 

She receives good feedbacks in return and a ton of people who follow her page for the sake of the aesthetic content. 

I don't want to leave the unit just yet for my night shift as a pharmacist. I understand that the pay is well-off and if I don't walk out of the room I'll surely be fired. Not that I'm worried about being fired. I can always find somewhere else. 

"Jin, don't you have your night shift or something?" She inquires without looking at me in the face. She takes out a tape and cuts the right amount before placing it evenly on the top. 

This hobby ... I don't understand the meaning of it. Likewise, as long as it eases her spiraling thoughts and heart, I won't complain further. 

I envelop my wife from the back and rest my chin on her head. 

"Are you discarding the Highness after you were laid off from that horrible company? Do you want your husband out already? Wait, tell me, why did you even bother staying there in the first place if you were stressed about its surroundings?"

She pats my arm and grabs for my knuckles, leaving a quick peck on my skin which left tingles.

"I worked my butt off to get that position and it wasn't easy to find a job. Indeed the working space is dull, boring and unproductive, but at least I've earned enough for the both of us and I get to be a housewife!"

She pats my arms once more and I release the embrace. Her fingers continue to decorate the page and somehow I've grown a small understanding as to why some humans find this mesmerizing. 

Not as mesmerising as my face, I hope. 

"I don't want to leave my wife. She won't get to see my charismatic face at its best." I pretend to whine, which causes her to giggle. 

"Jin, just understand that zero multiplied by one hundred is still a zero."

MinYoung gets up and fixes my coat. There isn't much to fix as the creases have been ironed flat. She pats my chest and shoulders. Her mood is like a rollercoaster, except that being a full-time housewife has placed her up high on the clouds. 

I forgot to mention that MinYoung loves to watch dramas in her free time. 

Tons of them without end. She can even watch one full season in one go. Of course, she takes the occasional breaks to use the toilet and bring some snacks. When one drama is done, she won't hesitate to find another one. 

"Jin, please just one more episode! The plot is getting more and more interesting! I swear this will be the last, last one."

"You said that in the previous episode, you liar. Come on, go to sleep. You have heavy work tomorrow. And this one episode is the last one. You can watch it later!"

"Ah! Why are you so mean? The story was getting so-"

"I don't care! The bags under your eyes are concerning!"