The Return Of Not-So-Superman Kwon Jiyong

His Wife's Dream Husband

Dara just nodded. "Sorry for making you wait,"

"You're always worth the wait,"

"Ah, cut it out, Kwon Jiyong," Dara laughed at him.

"Finally! You laughed! I thought I was the only one who was happy that you're coming home earlier than usual,"

"Ilwoo and Soohyuk were on a break now. Would you want to see them?"

Jiyong shook his head. "Next time, baby. You look like you're already about to collapse."

"I'm okay. Just tired," Dara answered. "Oh, the director knows you're here."

"Really? I wanted to come down and greet him but I'll just do that next time. Let's get you home,"

"You didn't even take a proper look at the set. You drove more than an hour just to get here, Ji,"

"It's okay. Anything for my lovely lady,"

"Tsch," Dara rolled her eyes. "Stop trying to sound Joseon-ish," she said but Jiyong could not help but notice the disappointment in her tone. He decided to swerve the topic.

"I'm really regretting my decision years ago,"

"What decision?" Dara raised a brow.

"For turning down acting offers. If only I did not, I could qualify as the male lead in your movie,"

Dara scoffed. "They say regrets come late,"

"Tsch. I could have been the most stylish Crown Prince in Sageuk history,"

"Well actually, you suit the role, Ji." Dara agreed making his eyes grow bright. "Too bad you didn't get the offer."

"Way to go hurting my ego," Jiyong pouted. "Well if you're done with the insults, can we go home now?"

Dara laughed at her husband's sour mood and shook her head.

"Huh? I thought you're already done with your shoot?"

"I'm done here, silly. But let's drop by the grocery first."

"At this hour?"

"Yeah. I just need to buy a few stuffs for baking,"

"It's weekend and you're baking... You should take some rest, baby."

"Nah, I'll be fine. I am more worried about you,"

"Me?"

"Yep. I think you're forgetting someone's birthday,"

Standing there awkwardly outside a place that used to be so familiar to him, Jiyong was anxious. He has been looking around the dark, noisy club and he pulled his hoodie once more to cover his face when he saw some people approaching. Six years ago, it was the opposite. HE WAS THE OPPOSITE.

Six years? Has it been that long already since he went to such a place? Though he still phones his friends and meets them in YG, in their shops, homes, studios... He realized that it felt odd he was able to turn down all their invitations for clubbing and partying. ALL of it. Though Dara pushes him to, he felt deep inside it was very inappropriate. He'd look back on the good old days, miss them, but he felt like nothing could equal his happiness with his family.

He shook his head and chuckled all to himself. "I've been a real family man, after all."

He heaved a sigh and mustered up his courage to phone a friend who was inside the VIP room of a club he used to frequent before he settled down. It was not too long until a man opened the door to get him. He was tall and slim and had piercings on his eyebrows; he still looked so much like he was... How long has it been again? Jiyong tried to count the months... Wait. Has it been years since they last saw each other?