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It was 9:30pm on a Friday night. The city busyโloud, and bright. College students walking down the sidewalk drunk, business men trying to get home. And the working class on their way to their next shift. Among all these people was Taehyunโsitting in the traffic with one hand on his forehead massaging the migraine out. He was *so* tired, dealing with all of the emails and annoying ass workers that didnโt know how to clean a hotel room. Monday to Friday, 5am to 10pm he was at work. If it was a good day 9. Late nights and migraines, thatโs all he knew. Accept for his wife.
Taehyun couldnโt stop thinking about you, this week a busy one especially so he didnโt see her much. He felt mad, not being able to kiss or much or fuck her. But thatโs beside the point. He just missed his damn wife.
Pulling into the prestigious neighborhood hidden by tall trees so the non rich couldnโt see what laid behind close doors. He parked in front of his house, covering an insane amount of land but having a comforting feel to it. The only light on from inside was the dining room, letting out a deep sigh. Forehead throbbing.
He held onto his suitcase, taking his keys from his pocket. With slow motions unlocking the door, being met with the familiar scent of vanilla and some type of dish you could have cooked up. โBaby,โ he called out, voice echoing in the large house. Hoping to hear her voice as soon as possible or he might possibly go insane.
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