HERE COME THE REGRETS

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"Mom! Your phone is ringing!" Seunghan screams from the walk-in closet, hoping that he was loud enough to hear him despite the huge size of their two storey house.

"Coming!" said a faint voice coming from downstairs, as footsteps notified an ascent to the stairs.

"It's been ringing for the past three minutes, mom," Seunghan added as the mid length haired female walked briskly across the patio towards their room.

"Fix your tie, Seunghan, you look like you just came from a brawl," his mother spat as she came across him, and the boy obliged. "Your dad and brothers are all waiting for you downstairs, move quickly."

She ran to the master's bedroom and got her phone from the bedside table, "Good morning, Dr. Choi Jeonghan here."

Eonni... It's me, Wonwoo.

To her delight, she gave a light scream and threw herself onto the bed, like a teenager on the phone with her bestfriend. "Wonwoo-yah! It's been ages! How are you?"

"I'm fine, a little tired because I just got out from night shift," earning a sigh from the other line.

"Toxic shift?" She asked.

"Not really, just tiring," as if you're not used to that for the past 20 years, she tells herself.

"Well, why don't you come over at the house, let's talk," she said as she got up from the bed, hearing the door knob click and open.

"Sure, I'll be there in 20 minutes," Wonwoo replied, fighting a yawn.

"Good, I'll see you soon." And dropped the call.

"Who called?" Jeonghan flipped over and stood from the bed as she met her husband across the room.

"Wonwoo," she replied hovering over him as he leaned on the vanity table near the door.

"Is there something wrong? Did she and Mingyu have a fight? Again?"

Jeonghan only giggled at her husband's witty reply, grabbing his tie and pulled him close to her. "No, I honestly have no idea but I told her to come over, it's been ages since I last met up with her."

Seungcheol could only give small laughs as he felt her giving him small kisses and nibs on his neck. If he pushed her away, it could only mean no more goodies.

"God, you smell good," Jeonghan gasped as she kissed her husband raw on the neck and claimed his lips.

"Any more of this and I'll be late," Seungcheol could only laugh at her as he held her tightly around his arms and kissed her temple. They've always been like this since they met – hardly smitten and so in love with each other that even their son, who was already in his 10th grade, would complain about their cheesy-ness... and is looking utterly annoyed as he stood by the door catching his parents kissing.

"Eew," that was the only word that he could say at the moment which had his parents laughing, rolling his eyes and walked away.

"Seunghannie!" Seungcheol chuckled as he called his son.

"Call me when you're done making out. God, you're disgusting!"Jeonghan could only laugh at his son who was already running down the stairs, still muttering over things they cannot decipher anymore.

"You take care, alright?" Seungcheol said as he picked his bag from the chair near the door and kissed his wife goodbye.

"You take care, too. Don't skip lunch!"Seungcheol was notorious for skipping lunch despite the fact that Jeonghan prepares three stacks of food in his lunch box, and the reason would always be reports, reports, and reports.