for @zinhuan
it's unlike him to bend to anyone else's will β to force himself to be anything more than what he expected of himself at this point. family that would forever remain disappointed in him, most meaningful connections severed before they had a foot to stand on. yet somewhere along the way, he'd played into the facade the woman beside him was looking to sell. a respectable husband, playing up every bit of their relationship as if it was a performance rather than a family gathering. it isn't until they get into the car the tightened smile drops, a reminder of how sore his face felt from over exertion. he shoots one glance at eunha, refusing to linger before turning the car on.
fifteen minutes ago, they'd been madly in love to the naked eye β fawning over the innocence and lightheartedness of a new relationship. now? he never knows what to say to her, not that it feels there's much to say. his mind is conflicted over the juxtaposition, the back and forth of a mere charade. so he lets the silence simmer on the way home. something is lightly playing on the radio, something a little too romantic if either of them had cared to turn it up. no β the coldness suited them better. wonbin pauses for a moment after the gear shifts to park, finally giving eunha something more than a meaningless glance. βis it worth it?β he asked, question on the tip of his tongue for far too long.
