rvpture:
â íěŹ :  Todayâs a good day and nothing should get in the way to sabotage it. Not even her and how sheâs ragingly attacking him with questions. As if heâs held hostage for interrogationâmerely over of his lengthy absence. Normally, Hanjae would spare her no explanation regarding his absenceâmay it be days, weeks, or even months, he just doesnât bother, and they often lead to fights. But something is very unorthodox this morning considering how heâs still taking this surprisingly well. Perhaps due to the weather? Heâs always loved winter or has he gobbled chocolate treats more than heâs supposed to during his flight?  None of those superstitions. Heâs just in a good mood. Rare, he knows, but maybe heâs feeling even an ounce of guilt for his unexpected departure. But that doesnât mean his impolite mouth is leaving the picture. Only droning at her as she practically yaps. âLet me quote Rihanna from one of her famous songs: work, work, work.â there goes Hanjae being unusually chipper. âJust work, work, work. Nothing more, nothing less.â What a liar. âI got you flowers and a bunch of other souvenirs.â Still grasping onto the bouquet behind him, he finally flashes the item before them. That charming smile of his on display as if that would save his ass from her wrath.
Heâs as calm as an ocean breeze in a summer evening and sheâs a tornado, ready to absorb with furious waves; it makes her seethe, how he is treating it so indifferently, her feelings invalided and completely tossed out the window.Normally, they would argue for a good while, then come to a civil compromise and carry on with individual business; they were far from a domestic couple,never was, never will be. A distant thought that saddened her on rainy days,when sheâd savor a cup of hot chocolate by the window, while listening to the sound of pouring droplets. She almost wants him to snarl back, revert to his usually short tempered attitude for it raised questions and doubt regarding his absence.
âAnd you couldnât have found the time to text a simple âSee you next week, monthâ?âOh no, Chahee is not having it today. Sheâs using her fingers to list off everything wrong with this situation, her expression contorted between displeasure and a hint of disappointment andâŚa pause. Sheâs grasping at the bouquet and holding it under her nose, admiring the aroma because he always had good tastes and knew what to pick for her, working as a remedy towards her decreased mood. She ends up sighing, her gaze fixed on his, calmer than before,mumbling against a petal. âSometimes,all I need to know is that youâre okay.â













