WARNING: this oneshot contains detailed sexual content. Read at your own risk.
𝘌𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 ~ ☕️
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A loud slam is heard as the man Nanya loves walks out the door. Her head was beginning to hurt from all the yelling that had occurred moments ago and she walks to their shared bedroom. She needed to rest.
It had become a routine, the constant arguing. Jong Suk wanted a baby dearly but Nanya just wasn't ready. She wanted to explore more of her life. They wouldn't be able to do all of the things they once dreamed of if they had a baby.
Nanya sniffles, already missing the man's presence. She hates sleeping alone and JongSuk knew that but she understood he needed space.
Her eyes travel to the nightstand where a framed photograph of her and her husband sat. Their smiles reached up to their eyes as he held her by her waist. She smiles, remembering the day as if it was yesterday; their wedding day.
The two married quickly and her parents wondered if she was ready to make such a huge step in life. Nanya had no doubt in mind that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with Jong Suk, so they got married. Two years later, they still held that same love.
Was all the arguing worth it then?
Thirty minutes pass and JongSuk arrives back home. He slowly inches towards the bedroom, he hoped his wife wasn't still mad at him as he opens the door a little more. Nanya's back faces him and he leans against the door.
