Discounting weekends, he is free one day a month. There's not enough time for all you wish you could accomplish. The two of you frequently argue over the day's activities. Most times, Tae just wants to retreat to somewhere quiet... he needs to knead out the pounding headaches of his work life. And you can never fight him when he plays that "tired baby" card. Who could fight that? The two of you drive out to a quiet breakfast and sit talking until early afternoon. Or to a nearby beach: depending on your moods, you'll venture to serene sands or exuberant chaos. Sometimes—at his request—the two of you won't even leave the apartment. You'll hardly leave the bedroom. You order a Chinese takeout of pork noodles and dumplings, and, by early evening, will be sprawled in the living room in front of a romantic comedy. Your head in the crook between his shoulder and left collarbone. Your legs intertwined in their propositions upfront. You tend to drift halfway through.
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Fanfiction[ kth • wife ] {imagine} {one-shot} {hot fluff} ||| He gets out of the car first. In the blinding chaos, you focus only on the hand he extends to you from beyond the car door. He helps you steadily to the ground. Camera lights flash everywhere. But...
