The rain stills pouring down so hard, Yura stares at the road he passes by with his mind travelling to that last conversation with his wife. He looks at his buzzing phone, his parents have bombarded him with calls and messages after the news about his divorce submission reached their house.
'Yes, mother'
'Finally, you pick up' the woman said
'What are you doing?'
'You want to divorce Linda?'
Yura sighs, 'Yes, mom'
'Why?'
'You know exactly why, we agreed for 5 years, not more not less' Yura said
'Now I want my freedom'
'Your father will be furious'
'I don't care, he needs to keep his words'
'What actually happened?'
'I know this is not simply about our arrangement'
'What is it? you met someone?' she inquires
Yura remains silence for couple of seconds,
'No, there's never been anyone else' he stated firmly
'Then what? what would you do after you divorced?'
'You want to be alone forever?'
'You are our only son, Yura'
'Why don't you get yourself a son first, from Linda, then you can do whatever you want'
'Forget it, Mom. I won't change my decision'
'I had enough'
'I want my life back' Yura said
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'Let's shower first' Yin said when them both entered that presidential suit
War looks at Yin with half his soul already entered the dream land, he feels very much lightheaded due to exhaustion.
'Come on' Yin takes War's hand
'But I don't have change, I didn't bring anything' War said while they are walking towards the bed
'Don't worry' Yin said and War looks at paper bags on the sofa.
'When did you buy all of these?' War asked while looking at the stuffs inside that paper bag
'And why you have to buy all of these expensive brands?'
'You could just buy a regular shirt, Yin' War continues to protest as Yin just stands there shakes his head over War's reaction over the stuffs he bought for him
'Can you stop complaining...' Yin whispers as he snuggles on to War's nape while hugging him from behind
War shuts his eyes with his head starts to lean back and enjoys those soft kisses from Yin on the side of his neck.
'I'm not complaining, I just-...uuugghh...'
War cannot continue his words when Yin's hand has sneaked into between his shirt and started to caress his chest. War tilts his head to face Yin's face, he grabs the back of Yin's head and pushes it down to kiss him.
'Shower..?' Yin whispers in between those sloppy kisses from a rather sleepy War
'hhmmm...' War murmurs while nodding slowly
