Sleeping on Mark's chest is comfortable but waking up with him talking to someone else isn't. My forehead immediately frowned as soon as I opened my eyes.
"Yes... Is it really necessary for me to go there today?... No... I haven't talked to my husband about it yet... I-I don't think I can today..." Mark had dropped his eyes on me and when he saw me woke up, he immediately smiled and paused the call to greet me. "Good morning, love."
"Who's that?" I whisper. "Work?"
He nodded and a sad smile appeared on his face. "Can I talk to you later?"
I heard the voice say yes. Mark dropped his phone then and pulled me close to kiss my hair a couple of million times.
"How was your sleep?"
"Who was that?"
Mark sighs. And that sigh meant things for me like—he has to work and he'll leave me again.
"Canada," Mark tapped my shoulders with his finger and kissed my cheeks. "It was about the construction site. They want me to go visit it today and be there during the reconstruction—"
"In Canada?" My whole world was shook by just this statement. "Why do you have to go there?"
"The investors want me to see it for myself."
"Does that mean you're leaving?"
Not when I'm bothered and broken like this, damn it! I just had a few problems with my 'already problematic' family, and I can't afford to be away from Mark this time. Maybe next month or next year, but obviously not now.
"I won't leave unless we talk about it."
So he will?
I shoot up and groan to myself. I grabbed my flip flops and walked away with a loud stomp.
I can't believe he'll tell me that and actually want to leave because of work! I mean... he told me that I am more important than work so why does he have to go?
With scrunched forehead and arms crossed over my chest, I pace around the kitchen. Then I started making my own coffee and preparing my meal because I wanted some distractions, although it was completely useless because I can't stop thinking about it.
"Love..." Mark clings. His arms wrapped around my waist tight and his chin on my shoulder. "Love, please?"
"It's your job." I shrug. "I can't win over it, can I? So, just go. Forget you have a husband in here—"
"That is just a job, love. It won't last for too long."
"How long then?" I groan and push his hands away. "Canada is not just from our room to this kitchen, love! Canada is halfway the world!"
"Love?"
"What?" I shout loud, finally facing him with a mad face.
"No, no," His lips twitched, a small smile wanting to appear. "You called me love."
This time, mine twitched. Along with my heart beating fast. I didn't even notice that I called him that. I guess it was just automatic. I didn't even think of it.
"Love... Can you call me that again?"
My cheeks are surely heating up. "W-What...ever! I don't—"
"Okay." He chuckled, dropping his head on my shoulders again when I turned around to hide my flushed red cheeks. "Listen..."
"Why can't you just bring me with you?" I huff and I don't regret what I said. I want to be with Mark!
"Your family's gonna be there." He sighs which also had me gasping. "I understand that you do—"
"Why are they coming with you?" I quirk my brows.
"It is our affiliation that made that construction. It's only rightful that they come with me—"
"Why can't it be me? I'm your husband—"
"Do you really want to?"
I was taken aback. Yeah, do I really?
My family's gonna be there and to be honest, I don't want to see them nor interact with them. All I want is to be with Mark but the feeling of wanting him is smaller than my hate for my family.
"I don't want them. I just want you—"
"If ever you decide to come with me, just tell me. I will process your papers immediately—"
"I'll just stay here." I huff. "At home."
"So, can I come?"
"I don't know." I said, feeling my tears falling at the same time. I feel so emotional now that Mark is asking for permission to leave.
"Love— Are you crying?" My husband gasped, then he turned me around and lifted my head up.
"It was the onions—"
"You are not cutting any onions, Donghyuck." He warns with a soft and kind voice. "Love, oh my god, please?"
"I can't help it..." I sob. "I thought we're gonna be fine. I thought we'll stay together forever."
"We are fine, love. We're together." Mark had smiled at me and with his soft and thin lips, he kissed me. "You being so clingy like this gives me hope that you love me too, Donghyuck..." He laughs, happily.
"Besides, love, I'm not gonna stay there for too long. Three days would probably do—"
"Days? Just days?" I huff with my runny nose and my snot dropping. Mark made me use his shirt to let it out, though.
"Yes, just for days." He says while letting me exhale. When I'm done, I look up to him and wipe my wet eyes.
"Really?" I try to stop my eyes from getting too big in anticipation but I guess I can't help it. My eyelashes flutter, then.
"Yes." He smiled widely and gave me a warm and tight hug, which I fell unto and gave back the warm embrace. "Damn, I'm gonna miss you so much."
I will, too. I swear, even if it's just for 3 day, I will cry. I'm gonna be alone in this house and I won't be able to see him for three long days, which sucks.
"You'll come back, alright?" I cry out on his neck. "My husband will come home."
"Of course. I'll come back home to my husband." He says in my ears and I think that was enough. This is enough.
All I have to do is wait for him.
"Let's go prepare your things."
"Let's eat breakfast first." He replies. "What are you cooking?"
"I don't even know..." I snicker and throw the things that I cut earlier, away. "Coffee?"
"Yes, please?" Mark says with pleading eyes which I found so adorable.
I, then, gave him the coffee that I made earlier. I made my own one and dropped on the chair beside him, not until he pulled me and made me sit on his lap.
"Ah!" I pout. "What if I fell?"
"In love with me?" He smirked, making me playfully hit him with my palms and groan. "S-So— Hahahaha, sorry... I'm sorry love. I-I was just— Haha— kidding!"
I stopped slapping him and sigh instead. My waist was locked in his arms as he raised his cup and took a long sip of it.
"You make the best coffee, honestly." He says. And that made me really look like a house husband. My insides twist with thought of it.
We spent good minutes talking before he finally decided to bring me to his office so he could prepare his things.
"Passport. Papers. Clothes. Wallet." Already there. "You're ready!"
"Yeah..." He nods while walking around. With him still being busy, I decided to take a peek at his passport instead.
My mouth fell in awe. I unknowingly gulped a load and shut it instead.
Damn it!
Why did he have to be that sexy and good looking in just a passport picture? I mean, damn, this man is literally my husband and he's so damn hot! Fuck!
"What's wrong with you?" Mark worriedly asked. "You've turned so red, love."
"W-Wow! T-The sunset's so... nice! Wow!"
"My curtains are closed, though? And it's just morning?"
Fuck...
I dropped my head and calmed myself down.
"N-Nothing!"
"Are you sure?" Mark raised me up, lifted me off the couch and dropped me on his office table which was close by.
I didn't even make a fuss about it anymore because I'm already that embarrassed about what I did.
Mark made a soft groan as he extended his arms which made me frown. "Am I that heavy?"
"No, of course not." He says. "My arms just hurt. Nothing else."
I let out a huff as I held his arm and massaged it softly. His arms are big and hard. And these arms had made their way into my waist and these arms carried me.
"Your ears are red," Mark laughs. "What are you thinking about, you naughty boy?"
"I wasn't thinking anything bad!" I groan and pout as I push him away. "It's just that..."
"Hmm? What is it?" Mark gave me a small smile and a rub on both my arms.
"I know you already know this too. You probably heard this from people already. I mean, why wouldn't they? You're literally that! And I mean... I am just low-key. I don't usually compliment people— but yeah— that's—"
"Lee Donghyuck. What is it that you want to say?"
"You're handsome okay?" I shout and cower. "You're so fucking hot and handsome! And damn, you're everything! I can't believe you married someone just like me!"
I don't look so good compared to my husband. I always make him cry and make him feel bad. I don't feel cute these past few days and given the circumstances wherein I'm not living in my old house anymore, of course I'm not looking all good.
But this man right here just has everything. He's kind, smart, loving, sweet and so damn good looking. I couldn't even ask for more.
"Why do you even love someone just like me?"
"Hey..." He calls out softly. I can hear the laugh that he's been stuffing in. I got embarrassed even more. "Love?"
"That was so dumb of me!" I coil. "I'm sorry, Mark. I know—"
"Don't feel sorry, love. I don't know why you suddenly thought of that but I'm sure it made me melt."
"W-What?" I peek into the hole of my hands in which I used to hide myself.
"What you said made me melt so bad, love. You made my heart beat so fast." He says and when I removed the barrier that's been keeping me from seeing him completely, I confirmed what he said.
His cheeks were red and his lips were red from excessive biting. Dang, I made this impact on him!
"But love, I want you to know that I did not marry someone just like you. I married the one and only you." He tucks my hair behind my ears. "And you are very, very, pretty, love. You are the only beautiful thing I can see in my eyes and I love you so much. You are also everything that I could ask for."
"M-Mark..."
"Donghyuck..."
We both laugh.
"Thank you for putting up with me." I grabbed onto his shoulders and smiled widely. "I know I've been so bad to you and I'm sorry."
"No matter how you hurt me, I'll still stay with you." He replies. "Because I can't live a life without you. Mark won't be here if Donghyuck won't be, as well."
"I don't want to hurt you anymore." I played with the cloth of his shirt and clenched on it. "I wanna be worthy of your love. I want to be worthy of you. I want everyone to tell us that we look so good together and that we look like a perfect couple. I want them to wish us to stay together."
"I will make it come true, myself. We will look good together and we will stay together forever." Mark kisses my forehead. "Because I love you."
And that day was spent on making out in his office, with me on his table and with his arms around my waist. Damn, I couldn't ask for more. Mark is more than enough.