If we love again [Kyungsoo]

If we love again [Kyungsoo]

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"In the past of 5 years we've married, do you ever loved me?" He looked at me, without saying a words turn his back and leaving me hanging with the question that I wanted to ask badly. His behavior turns cold, he doesn't even come home as early as he should neither do he ever tried to talk to me about our current situation. Maybe this is the end of our relationship, maybe I was the one who putting an effort, while giving all he doesn't even want to receive any. With a hazy mind, I stepped into the balcony and smoked. Letting out a bitter laugh and just stare into nothingness. I guess, it's a goodbye?

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"Get out," I said in a firm voice, but it shook a bit at the end. The muscles in his jaw tensed when I said that. Instead of getting out, he closed the door and started taking calculative predatory steps toward me. His eyes moved all over my length. My heart started to drum fast. It made me take a step back until my back was flat against the wall. "I said get out," I repeated, trying to sound firm when he was only a step away from me. He stood in front of me with his hands in his pants pocket. "Last time I checked, I still own this place," he said arrogantly in his deep voice, which made me want to sink into the wall. He stood in front of me. "But it's my workplace," I breathed out when he cut an inch of distance between us. His body was not touching me, but my body still twitched as if his calloused hands were moving all over me. I lowered my eyes and took a deep breath to calm myself, but my heartbeat raised when I heard steps coming towards us. "Someone is coming. Go from here," I found myself pleading. The steps became louder as if the person were just a few steps away from opening the door. I don't want rumours to be spread here. An evil smile formed on the corner of his lips looking at the distress on my face. "I'm not afraid to be seen with my wife," he said in his deep, low voice, sending shivers down my spine. My eyes snapped towards him in anger. I know he was doing this on purpose because no one here knows we are married. Why is he breaking the deal?