The Return Of Not-So-Superman Kwon Jiyong

The Nation's Dream Husband

"Who?" Youngbae asked.

"It's confidential. You'll know when the episode comes out."

"Oh, you have a shoot tomorrow? Then you better go home now and rest." TOP suggested.

"Then I'll be going too," Youngbae said as he grabbed his jacket.

"And how about this sulking rat?" Jiyong nodded at Seungri.

"Aigoo, don't mind him dude." Daesung patted Jiyong's shoulder before turning to TOP. "Hyung, I'll go ahead. I have an early meeting tomorrow."

"Okay. Guess I'll just drop by at Bom's now that I'll be alone." TOP answered but Seungri quickly shot up from his seat.

"Yah! Yah! Are you guys really going to leave me here?"

"Yeah! We are!"

"Yah! Hyung! Why? Yah hyung!"

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"Nation's dream husband? Tsch. How silly," Jiyong laughed as he parked his car. He shook his head and gazed up the window to his sons' room and sighed when he saw it was already dark. The boys have fallen asleep. Maybe Dara made them go to bed earlier than the usual, he thought, because at any moment, the ROS crew will be coming to install their cameras for tomorrow's shoot.

After giving orders to his men, especially to the guards, since there will be another "invasion of his privacy" session, he quickly hopped upstairs and carefully walked into their bedroom. He saw his wife fixing his things from shirts to trousers and even his undergarments, setting it carefully on their bed and he found the gesture so adorable of her. She didn't even notice his presence for she was in deep thought, perhaps, still thinking if what she had prepared for his shoot tomorrow was enough, and she let out a squeak when she felt him hug her from behind.

"You ignored my presence for these stuff? I'm getting jealous." Jiyong squintedhis eyes at her but Dara just slapped his arm.

"You mean YOUR stuff here that I have been preparing. How long have you been here?"

"Long enough to see you assemble everything from my shirts, undershirt, pants and briefs and boxers until I could not take it anymore. Baby, why do you always do everything sexily?"

"Liar," Dara blushed as she laughed. " I'm pretty sure you did not stand there for some good five seconds watching. You won't take it that long seeing me here."

"Ahh..." Jiyong grinned. "You got me, babe. Hmm. I'm loving that confidence. But the last part wasn't a lie," he grinned even more and tucked her loose tendrils behind her ears. "You always do everything in a sexy way. Actually, that less than five seconds was more than enough to turn me on,"

"Yah, Kwon Jiyong!" Dara slapped him on his chest when he turned her around so that she's facing him. He trapped her in his arms and pulled her closer. She narrowed her eyes at him. "You're not drunk, are you?"

"You know well I'm not. If I am, then I should be stripping you naked now. And maybe you'll be just as turned on as I am. We both know what alcohol does to us."

"Kwon Jiyong!" Dara's eyes widened and he quickly clamped Jiyong's mouth, but the latter just wiggled his eyebrows at heras he kissed her palm.

"What? The crews weren't here yet."

"But that does not change the fact that we can't do that thing you're thinking right now, pervert!"

"Oh, I forgot you're also a mind-reader," Jiyong rolled his eyes.

"It's all over your face, actually."

"I know," Jiyong frowned. "I made it obvious on purpose. Baby, please, I just miss you so bad,"