𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚 ; 𝙝𝙨𝙬 ✔️

093

Seungwoo called a couple of days later. I laid down on the old couch in the basement, staring at the phone on the cushion next to me. Seungwoo's name flashed across the screen. I wanted to hear his voice, but I didn't necessarily want to talk to him.

I braced myself before I answered. Seungwoo was my husband; I loved him. We were married and happy and we loved each other. Our baby was going to be raised in a loving, happy environment.

"Hi." I answered the phone in a neutral tone.

"Hi." I could tell Seungwoo was smiling.

"How're things? Did you have fun at the concerts?"

"Yeah. Yeah, they were really great. Actually, I took a video of the fans cheering us on and all of us are in the background." Seungwoo told me enthusiastically. "You know it's like, we don't really get to look at the fans so much because we're concentrating on dancing and singing and putting on the best show we can. It's nice to see them in the background, cheering us on."

I tugged at a loose string in the upholstery, unhappy with the subject material.

"I wish you knew what it felt like to stand on stage." He said wistfully.

"Mmm." I hummed noncommittally. "How's everyone else?"

"Good. Yohan and Hangyul say hello. Everyone else is out for the night."

"Even Younie?"

"Oh, yeah. He likes to go out and check out the club scene."

"Hmm." I paused. "Seungwoo, you think he'd ever cheat on Aera?"

"I don't know." Seungwoo replied, clearly taken aback. "Probably not."

Neither of us spoke for a moment or two. I idly perused through an old comic of Seungwoo's, not really paying attention to it or my phone conversation.

"Baby." Seungwoo suddenly called out to me.

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry."

I threw the comic book down on the coffee table with a sigh. "About what?"

"You know why I'm sorry." He replied, a little defensively. He didn't want to say it.

"Yeah, I know." I wanted him to say it.

There was a long pause.

"I'm sorry for leaving you." Seungwoo told me in a quiet voice.

I lounged back on the couch and ran a hand across my stomach. My baby bump was getting bigger; in a couple of weeks I would be six months pregnant.

"Are you going to talk to me?" He asked, a tad impatiently.

I didn't respond.

"Fine." He huffed. "You wanna act cold, act cold. I probably won't be able to talk to you for a couple of days, so if you wanna fight with me right now, go ahead. Be my guest."

There was a blanket at the edge of the sofa. I pulled it over myself and buried my head in the soft, slightly musty cushions. The first time Seungwoo and I ever spent the night together happened not too far from this sofa. It was the night of our first real date and he held me in his arms all night, then woke me up to see the sunrise on the beach.

Thinking about it, I realized that I couldn't even remember the last time Seungwoo and I had gone on a date.

"You knew I had to go on tour." Seungwoo tried again in a gentler tone. Whiny, almost. I knew this tone. He wanted me to see it from his side. Wanted me to recognize how important his work was to him. Wanted me to forgive him without him having to change a damn thing. "You know I'd stay if I could."