Keeping Façades (2/4)

[potatochin]

(1/4)

Lu Han groans as he hears his phone's alarm sounding off, fumbling under his pillow to grab for it and maybe fling it across the room so it will stop being annoying. He cracks one eye open and looks at the window, muttering curse words when he realized it's still dark outside. 5 o'clock. Did he set his alarm wrong? Probably.

He squints at the screen and that's when he knew that it's not his alarm clock but rather a phone call. A phone call from Sehun.

Lu Han sits up instantly and slides the button, pressing his phone eagerly on his ear. "Hello?" he says, his voice a croak from sleep.

"Hi, hyung." Lu Han feels a weird sensation inside his stomach upon hearing his lover's voice. He really missed his Sehun.

"Sehun-ah."

"Hyung, I'm at the airport right now. Do you think you can pick me up? My chauffeur seems to be ditching me. Some kind of misunderstanding, maybe."

Lu Han has stood up by then and is in the bathroom now, running the shower open for hot water to work. "Which airport?Gimpo?Incheon?"

"Gimpo, hyung. I'm so sorry."

"No, it's fine. Wait for me, 'kay? I'll be there in at least an hour."

"Thank you. Hurry back to me, hyung."

A beeping sound was heard from the other line and Lu Han places the phone by the sink before entering the shower. He washes himself quick, and after three minutes he's done and drying himself. He runs to his closet and wears whatever he has picked out.

As he gets out of his room, he notices Miyoung's door slightly ajar and that's when he remembers Miyoung having an appointment at Busan and won't be back until later that evening. He runs down the stairs and to the front door, locking it secure.

When he got to the airport a little over an hour later, that's when he remembers he is supposed to be mad at Sehun. He sits still in his car, hands gripping the wheels tightly until his knuckles turn white. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He thought to himself. Why is he here?

He realized that he probably lost all his resolve to be mad at his lover for not contacting him when he heard the younger's voice. It crumbles into pieces, turns into dust until it's gone. That's how he's whipped by Sehun, wrap around his slender fingers. LuHan is weak when it comes to him.

His phone beeps and Lu Han reads the message. Sehun is asking him where he is and that he's waiting at the Starbucks near Gate 2. Lu Han leaves his car and rushes to him like the little puppy that he is.

"Sehun-ah!"

"Lu Han hyung!" The blond man stood up with a smile upon seeing Lu Han as he enters the cafe's door. The smaller quickly runs to his open arms and hugs him tightly.

"Sehun-ah." He purrs against his chest.

"I've missed you." The other says, subtly brushing his lips on Lu Han's forehead.

"I've missed you, too. So much that I could kiss you right now."

Sehun laughs, and Lu Han feels another flutter in his stomach. "Do it, then, hyung." He taunts.

The brunette frowns at him before punching his stomach. "Are you ready to go now?"

"Yes, let's go."

Lu Han wants to help him with his luggage, which are one huge handbag and a little trolley but Sehun declines. They put the bags at the backseat before sliding at the front of the car.

"So, you're pad now?" Lu Han asks as they leave the vicinity of the airport.

"How about breakfast first? It's almost seven and I'm starving."

Lu Han nods and concentrates on driving. The atmosphere is comfortable and he does not dare ask Sehun the question he's been itching to ask, afraid that it would ruin the mood. Sehun turns the radio on and a soft jazz plays.

When they enterSeoul's town center, they got stuck in traffic and Sehun sighs. He really is famished and only had coffee ever since he got back from Japan.

"Oh, rush hour is the worst," Luhan mutters, and he's about to say more when he feels a hand on his thigh. He looks at it before looking up at Sehun, who has a sly smile on his face even though he's looking straight in front.

"Sehun-ah," Lu Han warns when the hand runs up a bit higher and squeezes his thigh. Sehun's thumb traces circular patterns on his clothed skin and Lu Han can't help but squirm on his seat.

"Sehun, I'm driving!" he scolds when Sehun reach just above his jeans' zipper. The cars in front move and Lu Han finally makes it to the street where a breakfast bar is located.

"Hyung, I'm hungry," Sehun whines.

"We're almost there--- fuck!" Lu Han hisses when Sehun starts palming his crotch and he wills himself to concentrate on parking in front of the restaurant without bumping other cars. "Oh Sehun!"

"Do you think we can do it here, Lu Han?" Sehun asks, his smile suggestive.

"No, hell no. Not in broad daylight, Jesus."

Lu Han clambers out of his car before Sehun could make any move again. They pick a table near the glass windows and give their orders to the waiter. Once the pancakes and bacon and orange juice (for Sehun), and French toasts and black coffee (for Lu Han) arrive on their table, they dig in. Mindless conversations take place every now and then, mostly from Sehun telling him about the convention and other things he did while in Osaka.

"And then Jongin and I tried the hotel's hot spring. It was the most wonderful hot spring, hyung, I'm telling you," Sehun tells, eyes bright in excitement as he continues describing the feeling of being under hot water.

"We should go there some time," Lu Han suggests.

Sehun stiffens for a brief second before nodding. "Yeah, why not?"

Lu Han smiles, "I should drive you back to your pad now. I have to get to the office at 9:30."

"Can't you call in sick? I want to spend my day with you."

Lu Han shrugs and without any contemplation, he calls his secretary that he won't be able to go to work today.

"But Mr. Lu, Mrs. Lu is also away, and at least either one of you is needed in the conference call later at 11."

"Then move the meeting tomorrow at the same time, Yoona. I'm sure both of us will be there so the board won't complain," Lu Han says in his CEO voice.

"Very well then, sir. Have a good day."

Lu Han ends the call and Sehun is beaming brightly at him. He's so, so whipped by him.

"Thanks, hyung! Now where to?"

"Do you want to go to my house?" Lu Han asks.

Sehun blinks, "are you sure? But your wife..."

"She's at Busan right now. Won't be back until later this evening."

"Let's go then!" Sehun stands up and pulls him out of the restaurant, not after Lu Han put a few bills on the table.

"Welcome to my humble abode!" Lu Han announces playfully as they step foot inside the house. Sehun looks around until reaching the living room and plopping down on the couch.

"What do you think?" asks Lu Han as he takes his seat beside him.

Sehun grins, "it's nice in here, hyung. It feels homey. The interior is really beautiful, too. So far from your old apartment where everything was dull and boring and plain."

Lu Han smacks him with the throw pillow. "Hey! I loved that place. Although you're right, I like it here. Miyoung chose all the furnitures and designs."

"She has a good taste then." Sehun says.

"Do you want to see my bedroom?"

Sehun cocks an eyebrow up. "Your bedroom?"

"Yeah, wellMiyoung and I doesn't sleep together. We have separate rooms, you know?"

"Oh," Sehun nods. "That's great, I guess. I don't have to worry about her throwing her body on you."

"Hey, she's not like that." Lu Han defends.

"Hm,"hums Sehun. "But hyung, how about we continue where we've left off?"

"Huh?"the brunette furrowed his eyebrows together.

Sehun smirks, "when we were in the car..." Sehun moves closer to him and Lu Han leans backward until his back is pressed against the couch. Sehun leans forward, moving on top of him before meeting Lu Han's lips with his.

It's gentle at first with Sehun just pressing his lips against Lu Han's for a close-mouthed kiss. Lu Han has his eyes closed and so doesSehun, but everything escalates into hot, fervent kisses when Lu Han wraps his arms around Sehun's neck to pull him even closer. Teeth and tongues clash together, making them both panting for air minutes later.

~~

"Are you sure you don't want me to drive you back to Seoul, ma'am?" Choi Seunghyun, head of Research and Development Department of HwangIndustries asks Miyoung one more time.

It's 4 in the morning, and they just finished their agenda for the day. It was supposed to be finished in the afternoon of that day but Miyoung insisted on finishing everything overnight so they can all come back to Seoul by morning and sleep on their own beds. Not just that, she also has reasons of her own. Selfish, she knows, but she wants to go home as soon as possible so she can see Lu Han again. She misses her husband even if it hasn't been 24 hours since she last saw him.

"I'll be fine, Mr. Choi. Besides, I have my driver with me."Miyoung smiles at the tall and handsome man in front of him. Mr. Choi is the team leader of this project that Miyoung had proposed. It's her first project ever since the merger so she needs to do well and she could only do that by picking the right people in her team. Choi Seunghyun is her best choice, of course. "I'm more worried about you. You're the one who might fall asleep while driving."

Seunghyun laughs, his deep voice sounding pleasant in the cold Busan morning. "I can manage. Starbucks helps, too!"

She smiles again. "Okay, then. I'll see you tomorrow at the office and I'm expecting a presentation from you tomorrow after lunch. It will be like a mock presentation so you can practice for the real thing in front of the board."

"That's great," Seunghyun says. "I guess a few more weights on my eyebags doesn't sound so bad."

Miyoung laughs, crescent eyes presenting themselves prettily without even trying. "Don't get worked up so much. You can take it easy. I won't be a strict panel, I promise."

"I'll still do my best, though. I need to impress my boss!" Seunghyun grins while opening the door of his car and flinging his briefcase inside.

"I'm your boss!"Miyoung protests.

"Exactly." Seunghyun winks.

"Yah, Mr. Choi," she crosses her arms over her chest. "Are you perhaps flirting with me?"

"Only if you allow me."

Miyoung scoffs. "You do know I'm married, right?"

"Yes, of course." answers Seunghyun, his smile unwavering. "I was invited in your wedding."

"Mr. Choi, what are you---"

"Please call me Seunghyun, ma'am. Mr. Choi makes me feel old and it's like you're always addressing my late father."

Miyoung blushes and bites on her lower lip. "Well, I'm sorry. S-seunghyun."

The tall man grins again. "That's better.I'll walk you to your car, ma'am."

"No, I can manage."

"I insist, ma'am." Seunghyun holds her by her elbow and guides Miyoung to her black Sedan where her driver waits for her inside.

"Please call me Miyoung."

"Really?" His eyes twinkle in delight. "I mean, are you sure?"

She nods. "Yeah, calling me ma'am makes me feel old too, you know?"

"Okay then. Miyoung," Seunghyun says, testing the sound of her name on his tongue.

"But only when we're not working or when we're on a break, understand?"

"Of course!" Seunghyun quickly agrees. "So does that mean we'll be seeing each other a lot outside of work?"

"Stop flirting with me,"Miyoung hisses.

"Hey, I'm only asking a question."

"Whatever." Miyoung gets in the car and slams the door shut. She rolls down the window to face Seunghyun again. "Be safe on the way. And don't fall asleep and get into a car accident! I still need you in my project."

Seunghyun laughs again and nods. "Alright. Be safe, too. See you tomorrow, Miyoung."

"Bye." She gives him a curt smile and closes the window.

"Let's go home." She tells her driver and the car smoothly makes its way out of the parking lot and into the main road.

Miyoung leans her head on the window and closes her eyes. She can finally sleep. She's thinking of what surprise she can give to Lu Han when she gets home. She thinks she'll cook breakfast and serve it on a tray. Breakfast in bread. Quite romantic. Miyoung smiles and lets herself succumb to sleep.

~~

"Sehun." Lu Han moans as the younger kisses a spot below his right chest. The two are now topless and sweating on Lu Han's couch, hands touching each other in any way possible.

"Sehun-ah. Hmm Sehun-ah,"the brunette pants some more underneath the younger man as the latter dips his tongue on his navel. Lu Han writhes in pleasure and cards Sehun's blond hair with his dainty fingers. Sehun lowers his trail and kisses his hipbones, fingers fumbling over the fly of Lu Han's jeans and popping it open in one swift move.

Lu Han pulls him by the hair so he can crash his lips with his, quickly exploring Sehun's hot mouth using his pink muscle. Sehun groans and finds the older's nipple, flicking and twisting the nub with his index finger and thumb. Lu Han runs his hands all over Sehun's flawless back as they continue kissing each other, Sehun sucking his lower lip every now and then. He traces the waistband of Sehun's skin tight jeans before reaching the front of it, popping the button open and pulling the zipper down. "I love you, Sehun-ah."

Sehun starts rolling his hips against Luhan's and the latter arches his back and meets the younger's movement. They keep on grinding their clothed crotches together, lewd sounds leaving their mouths as they pleasure one another. Sehun feels his erection straining against his pant. He is hard, painfully so, and he wants nothing more that to be inside Lu Han. He grinds himself harder on the smaller one. Lu Han's moans get shamelessly louder and louder until it resonates in the whole living room and Sehun only gets more aroused by the sounds his beautiful lover makes.

It is because of those very sounds that they fail to hear the security lock beeping and the front door opening and closing.

Miyoung saunters in the living room in an excited manner, eyes bright and lips curve into a beautiful smile.

That's when she sees the scene in front of her.

"Oh my God!"

Lu Han stops mid-moan and turns to face the voice, eyes turning wide as saucers upon seeing Miyoung standing by the door with her hand on her mouth.

"Holy fuck." Sehun mutters and Lu Han quickly pushes him off his body.

Miyoung couldn't believe her eyes, she couldn't believe what she's seeing. Her husband, half-naked under another half-naked man, making out and releasing lewd moans on her couch, in her living room, in her house.

Lu Han's face is red and he's panting hard, so is Sehun who has the decency to grab a pillow and cover the bulge inside his pants.

"Miyoung, I can explain," Lu Han starts.

"Explain? Explain what?"Miyoung feels the tears welling up in her eyes but she forces them not to fall. Her head seems to be splitting in half. "I saw everything, you bastard!"

Lu Han winces, that's the first time she called him like that, and he cannot help but feel offended. But he has no right to be offended. "I'm sorry, Miyoung. I was---"

"Don't! Just..." Miyoung chokes and she breathes in. No, she's not going to cry in front of Lu Han, and definitely not in front of a stranger. And that's when she realized he is no stranger.

"Miyoung, meet Professor Oh Sehun," Lu Han beamed as he introduced the handsome young man while they were having lunch at a crowded diner. "He's my Physics teacher."

She smiled and politely introduced herself. "I see you were tricked by him in giving him an A, Professor."

"Please, call me Sehun. And no," Sehun casually put his arm around Lu Han's shoulders while patting his chest with his free hand. "He's one of my best students. He deserves the A's."

Miyoung did not miss the flirty wink the young professor gave to her boyfriend. She did not miss the blush painting Lu Han's cheeks either as he punched the tall man while laughing. But Miyoung shrugged it off. They're probably close to one another.

So close, Miyoung thinks bitterly.

"Get out," she says quietly, eyes cold and staring at Lu Han.

"Miyoung, please---"

"Get out. Both of you."

"Just let me explain, please? Listen to what I have to say---"

"I said get out! Get the fuck out of my house! You dare filth my home like this? You didn't even respect me? GET OUT!" Miyoung screams, flinging the first thing her hand touches, a flower vase she bought during their honeymoon, to the men's direction. It almost hit Lu Han's headbut the man luckily dodges it.

"OUT! Don't ever come back! If you ever set foot in this house again I will destroy you!" This time she throws a porcelain china doll and it hit the marble floor with a loud crash, pieces of it scattered across the floor.

Sehun gets up and pulls Lu Han with him, walking to where the exit is without so much as glance at Miyoung. Lu Han tries to say something at her when they pass by her but Sehun yanks him hard, almost making him stumble.

"I hate you. How dare you. I hate you." He hears his best friend says as they walk away from her, her face void of any emotion. Lu Han looks down and wills his own tears to go away. He hates seeing her like that.

Once Miyoung hears the door closing and an uproar of a car's engine, that's when she starts crying her broken heart out.

She slumps on the floor, knees failing her completely. She bawls and screams, tears streaming continuously on her cheeks. Her head is pounding and it hurts, but nothing hurts more than her heart. It feels like someone ripped it off of her and crashed it into pieces like the China doll on the floor.

She cries and cries until there are no tears coming out of her eyes. Hiccups erupted from her, and she leans on the wall just beside the home theater. She clutches her chest, wanting the pain to stop, but it won't. She leans her head on the wall, closing her eyes, little sobs coming out of her mouth.

Miyoung thinks of happy thoughts, like the little girl who likes pink and the little boy who also likes pink. They play with the little girl's tea set and have tea parties with her pink toys and plushies, giggling over cute things. The little boy promised the little girl he'll play with her again the next time he visits and the little girl hugs him tight in joy.Miyoung arrives in dream land with those happy thoughts.

When she wakes up, it's already dark, the whole house is dark save from the light coming from the aquarium. Miyoung feels disoriented but she still stands up, fumbling for the light switch. She finds it and flicks it, and the room is flooded with bright light that made her squint. She blinks a few times and that's when she sees the mess in the living room.

There are pieces of porcelain everywhere, and two pieces of cloth on the floor. Miyoung remembers everything by then, and she wrinkles her nose in disgust. The clothes are Lu Han and Sehun's shirts. There's no way she's touching them.

She makes a call for her secretary to send a housekeeping service and thirty minutes later, two elderly women arriveand start cleaning the floor. Miyoung stands in a corner awkwardly, watching them work.

"What would you like to do with these clothes, ma'am?"one woman says.

"Use them as rags, shred them, burn them, cut them to pieces. I don't really care."

The women leave after they're done with their work, and Miyoung thanks and pays them quickly. She goes to the kitchen because she couldn't stand the sight of the living room right now. She drinks a cold bottled water to replenish her dry mouth.

She wants to stop thinking for now. She wants to shut off everything.

Just when she's about to get up to her room, her phone buzzed, indicating a new message. She reads it and a very small smile appears on her lips.

I've finished the presentation. 44 slides total. No, I didn't get worked up too much like you said. Good evening.

Miyoung quickly types a reply.

Great. I'd love to see it but I don't think I'll be at work tomorrow.

With the state she's in right now, there's no way she's entering Hwang Industries' building. And her secretary messaged her earlier saying there'll be a conference call tomorrow and Lu han will be there. There's no way she will see him.

Is there something wrong?

Miyoung sighs. Should she tell him? Well, Seunghyun has been nice to her. She could consider him a friend. Maybe she needs something to distract herself from all these. Yes, that's right. She needs a distraction. She types in another message and hits send.

Do you want to grab a drink?

Two minutes later and in comes Seunghyun's reply.

Love to. Where? I'll pick you up.

Bless Choi Seunghyun, Miyoung thinks as she heads to her room to shower and change.

She's going to get herself drunk and wasted. No one care about the deer.

~~

The tent is a little too crowded and smokes from both the grills and cigarettes lingers around the place. The yellow light reflects on Miyoung and Seunghyun's face as they down their third bottle of soju. They have been there for two hours or so. The man isn't really drinking much, just watching and listening to Miyoung rant about basically everything. She sure is already drunk. Seunghyun flips the samgyupsal on the grill to let the other side be cooked. Miyoung nudges his hand with her glass, and Seunghyun obediently pours soju in it. For a woman as petit as her, she could hold her alcohol well. He expected her to puke all over or pass out after five shots. He's wrong.

"You know the problem about love?" Miyoung slurs, eyes smiling yet unfocused, pointing at Seunghyun while holding her half full shot glass of soju. "You give and give everything you have without expecting anything in return. You just continue to love that person, even if that person doesn't reciprocate that love back to you. You don't care about the pain because the feeling of loving someone is the best thing you experience. So you just hold on and wait for the right time when the person you love will love you back. That's what I do. Look at me now, I'm a horrible mess." She gestured at herself before chugging the content of her glass in one shot.

Seunghyun hands her a wrapped samgyupsal which she accepts and pops in her mouth quickly. He clears his throat, "Is there a problem between you and Mr. Lu?"

She grins, "Problem? No, there is none! Everything is so perfect and harmonious!" Miyoung starts clapping. "So perfect." And then drunken giggles erupt from her mouth and her body is shaking uncontrollably.

"I think I should get you home," Seunghyun sighs and gestures to the ahjumma for their bill.

Miyoung's shoulders sag, her face suddenly falls in a melancholic expression. With a pout, she murmurs, "There's no home, Seunghyuniee. My home is not at home. Do you get that? He's probably staying in the apartment of his stupid stupid stupid lo----" She isn't able to finish her sentence for her head is already slumped on the table, knocking down the glass.

Seunghyun smiles sadly ather sleeping figure. "You really are something, Lu Miyoung."

Seunghyun parks his car in front of the Lu Residence and nudges Miyoung awake. Miyoung groans and her eyelashes flutter. She opens her eyes and looks around. "Where..."

"We're in front of your house now."

"Oh. Oh, thanks, Seunghyun. I just--- shit, my head." Miyoung clutches her head, hoping the pain would stop.

"We should get you inside." Seunghyun does not wait for her answer and get out of the car, walks to Miyoung's side and opens her door for her. "Come on."

He grabs Miyoung's arm and leads her to the front gate and let Miyoung opens it with her keys. She fumbles with it, eyes a little blurry and fingers shaky. "Where is that damn key," she grumbles. The keys slips from her hands and falls on the ground with a clink. She poises to pick it up but sways in dizziness. Seunghyun holds her by the shoulder and she leans on him, grateful for the leverage.

"I'll take it from here."

A husky voice says, and Seunghyun turns around to see who it's coming from, only to face his other boss. He manages to bow politely despite holding Miyoung. "Mr. Lu."

Lu Han walks to them with grim face, he reaches them and grabsMiyoung from Seunghyun's hold. Miyoung, recognizing the smell even in her subconscious state, snuggles closer to Lu Han and buries her face on his chest, her fingers latching on his shirt. Lu Han wraps his arms around her waist in a firm hold.

"Thank you, Mr. Choi. You may go home now." Lu Han says in a cold voice.

Seunghyun nods, "take care of your wife, Mr. Lu. She seems to be having problems with you."

"That's none of your business, I'm afraid."

"I'm just saying," Seunghyun shrugs, maintaining his cool vibes. "You should take care of her before somebody else does."

Lu Han narrows his eyes at him, quickly crouching down to retrieve the keys Miyoung dropped. "Good night, Mr. Choi," he says before turning around and opening the gate. He carries Miyoung in his arms before getting in and slamming the gate behind him.

Seunghyun shakes his head and saunters to his car, amused and wondering. There's something odd with Mr. And Mrs. Lu, he knows, but he can't seem to put his fingers on. He smirks and guns his engine, driving fast in the breezy Seoul night.

~~

Lu Han heaves out a sigh as he lays a half-asleep Miyoung down on the couch after struggling with the front door's security lock. He didn't expect her to weigh this heavy. Lu Han rubs his shoulders. "Now what?" he asks himself.

"Hnng~" Miyoung groans, her eyes looking unfocused. "Lu Han... Lu Han..."

Lu Han kneels down beside her and takes her hand. "I'm here, Myeong. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry you had to see that. I'm sorry you had to know it like that."

"Hanhan no... I told you not to comeback. No, not this c-couch." Miyoung looks at him, eyes hooded and drowsy. "This couch... It's dirty. I don't want to..." She tries to get up only to be pushed back by him.

"I'll cook you something warm, okay? Be back quick."

"But this couch..."Miyoung whines, feet kicking the air like a five year old having bad tantrums.

Lu Han ignores herand heads to the kitchen. He prepares the chicken noodle soup, instant of course, in a small pot. He has to wait for ten minutes for it to be cooked and cooled down, enduring Miyoungs cries from the living room. When the soup is finally ready, he puts it on a tray with a glass full of water and a tablet of aspirin beside it.

"What's that?" Miyoung says, slurring her words as she points to the tray Lu Han puts on the center table in front of them.

"God, you reeked of soju, woman." Lu Han complains, grabbing the spoon and dipping it in the soup. He poises it in front of the now sitting Miyoung, "say ah."

"No." Miyoung crosses her arms in front of her chest and looks away childishly.

"Don't be stubborn. Ah."

"Why are you feeding me? Not hungry. I ate samgyupsal."

"Just," Lu Han grits his teeth and sighs. He needs his patience tonight. "Please eat this, Myeong."

Miyoung softens a little upon hearing the nickname and faces him, opening her mouth wide and Lu Han feeds her a mouthful of the noodles. "I look like a kid now," she says, mouth still full.

"You are acting like one, too." Lu Han says with a small smile. "I didn't know you tend to get childish when you're drunk. How much soju did you take?"

"I lost count to be honest," she answers sadly, and Lu Han feeds her another mouthful. It goes on like that until she finishes everything and Lu Han makes her take the aspirin and drinking all the water down.

"Let's get you on your bed." He says after coming back from the kitchen and cleaning everything.

"I can't walk."

"Fine." Lu Han grunts and lifts her off the couch in bridal style and Miyoung giggles, arms wrapping around his neck.

He tucks Miyoung on her bed but she doesn't let go of his wrist, and when Lu Han looks at her face, he feels something breaking inside of him. Miyoung is crying quietly.

"Miyoung," he starts but she stops him.

"No. No, Hanhan. Do you know how much you've hurt me today?" Miyoung sniffs, her voice very sad. "I was so hurt that I cannot feel my heart anymore. I know... I know that you're gay and that's fine with me and I know perfectly well that I cannot satisfy your needs but seeing you like that, with him, it still hurts. Lu Han, I love you. I know that you know. And I just want to stop." She chokes, and she has to swallow the lump on her throat to carry on. "I want to stop loving you now but when I see you I just turn into a puddle and give in to what my heart screams. I want to hate you but I can't because I love you too much and there's no space for hatred. Lu Han. Help me. Help me get over you. Please."

Lu Han reaches out to her and wipes the tears continuously flowing down on her flushed cheeks. Her lips are trembling and she keeps releasing hiccups. She looks pitiful.

"Miyoung, I---"

"No, wait." Miyoung sits up and holds on to Lu Han's hand. "Lu, I have to--- oh, God I---"

"Oh, shit!"

Before any of them could do anything, it's too late. Miyoung has vomited on her blanket, her bed and most importanly, on Lu Han's thigh.

"Shit," Lu Han says again, not knowing what to do and, well, Miyoung has passed out. "Shit."

He spends a good thirty minutes cleaning up the mess on himself and also the bed. He strips off the blankets and the bed sheet after he changed in his pajamas and lays Miyoung on the bare mattress for a while. He feels dizzy himself, the smell of mixed soju, meat and noodles lingers on the air and his stomach starts churning.

Lu Han looks at Miyoung before going to her closet, pulling a silk nightgown. He then sits beside her sleeping figure and starts unbuttoning her blouse. He feels nervous as fuck because in the years he knows of her, and for three months of being married to her, he has never seen her naked. His heart is thumping so loud he thinks Miyoung would hear and wakeup.

He gulps when he's finished with the buttons and gently, with shaky fingers, he parts the blouse. Quickly, he lifts her upper body a bit and pulls off the blouse completely, ignoring the black lacy bra covering some of her creamy white skin. Now the tricky part: removing her jeans.

Lu Han starts with the button and the zipper, opening it. He doesn't know how to remove it because damn Miyoung sleeps like the dead and she's heavy. Not to mention his visions are starting to blurry and his face is flushing red with sweats trickling down from his forehead to his chin. He did it quickly then, struggling hard but eventually pulling the jeans off ofher. Miyoung's legs is inviting alright, along with that lacy black panties, and he feels a different churn inside his stomach. He cussed himself for being this affected.

"Lu Han get yourself together," he says to himself. "You're gay, for fuck's sake!"

He blows out a huge amount of air through his mouth before picking the nightgown and sliding it on Miyoung's head. He closes his eyes and fumbles for her bra at her back, fingers shakily unhooking it and then he slides it off her arms as fast as possible, ignoring the soft skin that brushes his hands.

Sighing, he lifts her up again when he's done clothing her, throwing the discarded clothes in the laundry basket. He decides that Miyoung cannot sleep on her bed for now because it's still wet so he goes inside his own room with her in his arms.

Lu Han feels so tired and after tucking in Miyoung, who's letting out soft snores that he couldn't help but laugh at, he slides under the same cover, and closes his eyes, enjoying the warmth Miyoung's body offers beside him. This is the first time they are sleeping beside each other after their honeymoon, where they have no choice but to sleep together in one king-sized bed. He usually doesn't like sharing his bed with someone else unless it's Sehun. But with Miyoung, he doesn't really mind. It's not so bad to sleep with someone like this and just sleep. He falls in a deep slumber fast in a comfortable state with Miyoung's breathing lulling him to sleep.

No one reminded him about the master's bedroom and it's huge bed where Miyoung could sleep freely and not bother him at all.

~~

When Lu Han wakes up the next morning, he's alone in his bed. Miyoung's side has been made, as if no one slept there for the night. He groans and checks his phone for any message from Sehun but there is none.

After a few minutes, he goes downstairs and to the kitchen. He sees Miyoung sitting on the dining table, looking fresh from the bath. She's nursing a mug of hot milk on her hands.

"Good morning," Lu Han greets with a smile.

Miyoung simply smiles at him.

"Are you feeling better now?" Lu Han asks as he prepares a cup of coffee for himself. He doesn't know what he's pertaining to, Miyoung's hangover or Miyoung's heart.

"I'm okay, I guess. My head just feels heavy but I'm fine. Sorry about last night, whatever happened."

"You puked on me is what happened," Lu Han teases as he sits across from her but Miyoung doesn't smile nor respond.

"Hey," he calls but Miyoung looks up to meet his eyes. Lu Han couldn't read her eyes, which is new. Miyoung is someone Lu Han could read so easily. Apparently, this is not the case today.

"Lu Han, I want to file a divorce."

"What?" If Lu Han has been standing up, his knees would have gone out and he would be on the floor.

"Let's get a divorce," she says, voice sad and Lu Han thinks something is pricking on his heart. He doesn't know why. Miyoung continues, "This isn't working anyway. You want something, someone else and I just can't live like this. It's hard for me, you know?"

"Miyoung..."

"The company, our companies wouldn't be affected. Only our parents will know and it's up to them if they want to break off the merger as well. I'll quit my position. I'll move out of Korea. Go back to LA. Move on. You'll be free to do whatever you want. Be with whoever you want. No one will be hurting anymore. I'll call the lawyer this afternoon and set for an appointment. It would be a private matter, Lu Han." Miyoung looks at him, expecting him to agree immediately. Of course he will, he doesn't want to be in this marriage anyway. It's just been her and only her.

But Lu Han doesn't answer, instead he closes his eyes and keeps silent.

He can't. Something tells him he cannot part from Miyoung. No. Not like this. He can't understand himself. What is he thinking? This is what he wants, right? He can be with Sehun now. He would be free. So why is he hesitating? Miyoung. Why?

"I... Can't." Lu Han finally says, eyes meeting Miyoung's once again. His grip on his coffee mug tightens and the hotness burns his fingers but he can't feel it.

Miyoung furrows her eyebrows, "what do you mean you can't?"

"I can't, Miyoung. I just can't. I'm sorry."

"What the fuck?"Miyoung seethes in anger, her usual sweet voice now cold and drips ofvenom. "Isn't this what you want? If we are divorced, you'll be free from me! You'll be free to fuck your lover anywhere and anytime. Hell, you can have this house for all I care and let him fuck you everywhere!"

"Miyoung!"

"Let me go, Lu Han! This is what you want!"

"No!" Thinking of letting her go makes his heart ache. Lu Han's head spins, he doesn't know why he is acting like this. Why does it feel like he suddenly cares if Miyoung is not with him anymore?"This isn't what I want, Miyoung!"

"Then what?"Miyoung shouts, and she starts crying. "Lu Han, please. Don't give me any more hard time. I'm so tired. I'm hurting and hurting and hurting and I can't anymore. Please just work with me here."She lets out ugly sobs and Lu Han gets up and stands beside her, pulling her close to him and hugging her tight.

"Please. Stop now, Lu Han. Stop this, I am so tired and my heart... I cannot feel it anymore. Stop now. I beg you."

"Miyoung, I'm so sorry. I can't."

Miyoung bawls everything out.

~~

She thinks Lu Han is a sadist. He likes seeing her get hurt. No, he likes hurting her. It may not have been physical, but the emotional pain he gives her could be compared to him hitting her with a paddle a hundred of times.

She also thinks she is a masochist. She doesn't particularly like it when Lu Han hurts her but she thinks she can endure it fairly well. She cannot let him go. She felt a tad bit grateful when he didn't approve of the idea of them getting a divorce. She cannot stop loving him. No, she just couldn't.

But now she thinks she should.

The day after they talked about divorcing, they both took another day off and stayed at the house, to hell be damned that conference call with the boards. They merely talked to each other the whole day though, ignoring each other's presence.

It's until Miyoung speaks that the silence, apart from the television and occasional musics, was broken.

"How long have you been with him?" asks Miyoung. They are sitting on the couch, watching Master Chef Korea Season 1 reruns on the flat screen. Lu Han looks at her, a bit hesitant.

He looks away and focuses his gaze on the TV as he answers, "since College. Four years now."

"That long, huh?" Miyoung smiles, but it doesn't reach her eyes. "You've been keeping him from everyone for that long. You're so good."

"It was hard. Still is," Lu Han says quietly.

"Do you love him, Lu Han?"

Lu Han meets her eyes and smiles a small smile. "I do. I love Sehun."

Miyoung nods. "I see."

"Miyoung..."

"You..." Miyoung gulps and breathes out. "You can meet him freely now. I won't mind." She feels a piece of her heart falls out and shatters.

"Miyoung, I... Are you serious?"

"He makes you happy, right?" Lu Han nods, still unsure. "Then go to him. As long as you go back here from time to time to keep the facades we have to keep. You can be with him now."

"Miyoung..."Lu Han doesn't really know what to say, but he manages. "Thank you, I guess."

"I want you to be happy, Lu Han." Her gaze now softens and Lu Han smiles. "If he can make you happy, then I won't stop you from seeing him. You know I love you, right?" Another piece of her heart falls and breaks but she carries on. "And all I want is your happiness. When I see you like that, contented and happy, then I'm good."

She gasps when Lu Han pulls her into his arms. "Thank you, Myeong. Thank you very much."

Seeing him this happy should make her satisfied. It's what she wants anyway. But seeing him be happy with just the thought of being with another person breaks Miyoung.

Her heart breaks and collapses into pieces, meeting the floor with a loud shatter. And then she suddenly feels so numb in his arms.

~~

"Would you like to have lunch with me today, ma'am?"

Miyoung lifts her head up from the files on the table and looks at Seunghyun, who in turn smiled at her with an expectant expression on his face. They've been working on the project for merely three hours now, at Miyoung's office, and she doesn't notice that it's already ten minutes past twelve noon. She doesn't feel her hunger until now.

She smiles back, "sure."

They head out to the nearest diner, ordering greasy cheese burgers and fries and ice cold Cokes. The diner is bustling with people having their lunch and takeouts, but that doesn't stop Seunghyun from conversing with Miyoung. They talk about many things, mostly it's Seunghyun asking her stuffs about her, genuinely curious and eager to know more.

"I'm just wondering, Miyoung," he says after they've finished eating. "How were you the night we drunk?"

She dabs a napkin on her lips before answering. "I was fine. Lu Han took care of me. He said I vomited on him."Seunghyun guffawed at that and Miyoung continues,"I woke up in different clothes and I was sleeping beside him."

Seunghyun scowled, "isn't that normal?"

"Huh? What, the vomiting part? I guess so, I don't really drink much---"

"No. No, I mean the sleeping beside him part. That's normal right? You two sleep beside each other, don't you?"

Miyoung blushes, "y-yeah. Yeah, of course. I just felt like mentioning it."

Seunghyun just smiles,"oh. Okay."

Lunch dates with Seunghyun become habitual for Miyoung and she doesn't really mind. It takes off a lot of things on her mind. Being with him is easy and he's fun to be with, witty, too, and she learns a lot from Seunghyun. Once he offered to take her home, but of course she refused since she had her chauffeur with her. The project is almost complete, which means Seunghyun wouldn't be working with her anymore unless she chooses him again in her team for her next project.

The night before the project presentation, Seunghyun asks her on a date, or not really. He says it's just two co-workers and good friends going out to see a musical.

"I'm not sure, Seunghyun. I mean we have to prepare for our meeting tomorrow," Miyoung worries at her lower lip, hesitant.

"Come on, Miyoung. It would be fun! Singing In The Rain is one of the classic musicals ever, we should not miss it! And dinner is on me!"He insists, and with a puppy face and intense eyes like that, Miyoung couldn't resist.

"Fine," she sighs.

His grin almost reached his ears, "great! I hope Mr. Lu wouldn't mind."

"Oh, I bet he won't. He's busy with work."

"Okay. I'll pick you up at seven, Miyoung."

She gives him a small smile. "Thanks."

At exactly seven o'clock, true to his words, Seunghyun arrives to pick her up. She climbs his car and they make their way to the theater. Seunghyun shows their VIP passes at the entrance and they got inside without having to line up at the long queue. He has a hand on Miyoung's elbow the whole time and guides her to her seat.

Miyoung enjoys the musical so much, she joins the crowd for the standing ovation at the final act. She thinks the actor who plays as Don Lockwood is fairly handsome and is great at singing too.

After the show, they end up eating at a fine dining restaurant where Seunghyun reserved them a table.

"Did you plan this before?" Miyoug asks him while they are eating.

"Not really, just last night."

She squints her eyes at the smiling man across from her. "This really seems like a date, Mr. Choi."

He shrugs, "it's not. But... It's only a date if you want it to be."

"I told you, I'm married," Miyoung says.

"And I told you, I know. I know very well," Seunghyun replies.

"Then why?" she questions, head shaking lightly.

Seunghyun holds her gaze with his own, "maybe because I like you. And I know that you're married but I can't stop. I'm not even sorry."

"Seunghyun..."

"No, listen to me, Miyoung. I'm not asking you to have an affair with me. No, I'm not that heartless. And I respect Mr. Lu. I just want to be with you. Although it may seem wrong and inappropriate. I'm only sorry because I can't stop feeling like this," Seunghyun says, his voice gentle and it makes her smile.

"I know that feeling fairly well."

"I hope this doesn't change anything between us. I really want us to stay friends," he then looks down at his plate.

"Of course not. Thank you, Seunghyun. There must be a problem with you, since you happen to like me. No one really does," she laughs, more at herself than anything.

"That's not true. You're very likeable," Seunghyun argues.

"Unlikely." Miyoung has been doubting herself ever since she got married to Lu Han and known his secret. Her self-esteem fluctuates even more when she discovered him having an affair with a man. A very handsome man.

After a little while, they decide to go home and Seunghyun leads her to his car. They take the short route to her house since it's getting late and the presentation is at nine in the morning tomorrow.

When they got in front of the Lu's front gate, Seunghyun walks Miyoung until she reach the gate's door and fumbles with her key.

"Thank you for tonight. I had fun," she says to him with an eyesmile after opening the gate.

"I enjoyed mytime with you, too, Miyoung. Thank you for coming with me." Miyoung isn't expecting it when he leans in to kiss her cheek. It's very bold of him, kissing her under the bright moonlight where anyone could see. Hell, Lu Han might even be inside by this time.

"Good night, Miyoung," he says when he parted from her.

"Um... Good night," she replies and Seunghyun bows at her before walking back to his car and getting in. He doesn't drive away until Miyoung gets inside and closes the gate.

She lets herself in the house after tapping the security code. Seeing the living room lights are on, Miyoung walks in there as slow as possible. Lu Han might have been there already.

She is right. He is standing by the window, arms crossed firmly over his chest as he looks at her, his face void of any emotion. Before Miyoung could say hello, he speaks.

"Where have you been?"

Miyoung feels a shiver run down her spine upon hearing his cold voice. He has never used that tone to her before.

"I was... Out with a friend," she gulps.

"A male friend, I see. Who was that? And where did you go, exactly?"

"Choi Seunghyun. We went to see a musical."

Lu Han raises an eyebrow. "Choi Seunghyun, the team leader for your project and the one who brought you home the night you were drunk?"

"Yeah, that's him."

"He's everywhere, you know? He's always with you," he says.

This time, it's Miyoung who raises her eyebrow. "Why? Is there something wrong with that?" She walks past him and to the kitchen but Lu Han stops her by grabbing her arm. She glares at him. "What?"

"I don't like him. Stop being with him except for work. He looks like he has a hidden agenda or something," Lu Han says with a serious and commanding voice.

Miyoung scoffs. "Who are you to judge him easily? And who told you you can meddle with who I want to be with? You can be with your boyfriend, so I sure as hell can be with whoever I want to be as well." Miyoung removes his hand from her arm.

"So this is about it, huh?" Lu Han smirks, but there's no humor on his face. "Just because I can be with Sehun, you'll find your own boy toy to play with?"

"It's none of your business, Lu Han," she hisses.

"You are my business, Miyoung. Don't ever forget that. You are still my wife after all."

Miyoung laughs, "like you want me to be your wife at all."

She ignores him when he calls her name several times and yells that they're not done talking and she goes upstairs, slams her door shut and plops down on her bed. She's trying to move on from him, why is he being like that now?

She hates how Lu Han confuses her big time.

~~

Lu Han slams his phone down on his mahogany desk. He's in his office and he's been trying to contact Sehun for hours now but the man isn't responding. Lu Han sent a hefty amount of emails to him too but he won't reply to any of them.

Sehun hasn't been contacting him for a while now, ever since the night Lu Han left his apartment to go back home to Miyoung after she caught them two in their house. He's been worried sick for this is the first time Sehun doesn't reply or respond to him.

Lu Han thinks of anything that could have made Sehun mad at him but he couldn't think of any. Before he left Sehun's pad, they kissed and hugged and said I love you's to each other. Sehun even walked him to his car as per usual.

He decides to go to Sehun's place afterwork, to check up on him because what if Sehun is sick and he couldn't take care of himself well. Lu Han winced at the thought.

When he clocks out of work, he heads down to their favorite shop to buy bubble teas, chocolate for Sehun and taro for him. He also buys pastries for them to share and Lu Han makes sure to include chocolate pudding because Sehun loves that.

He parks at a vacant parking space down Sehun's building and rides up the lift. He suddenly feels his stomach churn from nervousness and he doesn't know why. Maybe he is just excited to see Sehun again after almost two weeks.

Lu Han taps the passcode and opens the door to let himself, and as quietly as possible, closes it after. He wants to surprise Sehun a little.

Sehun isn't in the living room, nor is he in the kitchen and Lu Han wonders if he's still at the university. He pads on the hallway leading to Sehun's bedroom and sees the door closed. Sehun doesn't close his door.

He reaches for the doorknob and turns it as gently as possible before pushing it open, bubbles teas in one hand.

Lu Han freezes as he is greeted with moans and whimpers and the sight of his sweating boyfriend, naked and riding on top of another naked man on the bed. They seem not to notice Lu Han's presence because they continue moving against one another in lewd manners, Sehun's hands pressed on the man's chest while said man runs his hands up and down Sehun's bare thighs.

"Jongin-ah~ ahhh~" Sehun moans, head falling back and mouth open. His eyes are closed in pleasure as he moves up and down the man, and Lu Han wants to crawl inside a cave and die. Tears start to brim in his eyes and he feels cold liquid in his hand. He's crushing the bubble tea.

By then, he got his senses back, and he flings one bubble tea on Sehun's head and it hits him with a clash, chocolate milk tea spashing all over Sehun's head and falling down Jongin's lower body. Sehun stops moving and turns to Lu Han with wide eyes. Lu Han throws the taro bubble tea at him again and it hit Sehun's chest. Jongin sits up with flushed face and he doesn't know what to do.

"FUCK YOU!" Lu Han screamed before stomping out of the hallway. He hears Sehun scrambling out of the bed and runs to him.

"Hyung! Hyung, wait!"

Lu Han turns around and faces him. He's seething in anger, hatred and jealousy. He wants to stab Sehun with a knife. He slaps his face instead. And he knows it was a good slap for Sehun's head flinched to his right."Fuck you, Oh Sehun! I gave you everything and you cheated on me in return? Fuck you!"

"Hyung, please---"

"What? Let you explain? Fuck your explanation! You are such a whore, Sehun! How long have you been doing that with Jongin? Huh?" Lu Han yells, tears streaming down his face. "How long? Answer me! Answer me, Oh Sehun!"

"Four months. Ever since you got married."Sehun murmured lowly.

A bile rises up Lu Han's throat and this time he doesn't slap Sehun. He balls his hand in a fist and throws a strong punch straight to the younger's left jaw, knocking him down on the floor. Sehun groans in pain as he clutches his jaw.

"Rot in hell, Sehun."

~~

"Lu Han? Where are you?" He faintly hears Miyoung's voice from the other line. The club's loud music makes his head hurt and he's fucking wasted he just wants to sleep and die.

"It's two in the morning, Lu Han. Go home. I know you're in a bar, I can tell from the background."

Lu Han slurs some unintelligible words in reply. He downs another shot of his scotch on rocks and ask for another to the bartender.

"Is your GPS on? I'll ask the driver to pick you up. Stay where you are," Miyoung says again and this time he manages to reply.

"No!"He waves his arm, and the bartender looks at him funny. "I will go~ home alone~ cab. Takshiii~" He laughs.

"Oh God. How drunk are you Lu Han?"Miyoung's voice is full of worry, but Lu Han barely noticed.

He giggles like a kid and pinches his free thumb and index finger in the air, "just a little bit~ Babye~"

He ends the call and pockets his phone before pulling out a hefty amount of bills from his wallet. He asks for one last glass of scotch before handing the money to the bartender who grins in return. After finishing his drink, he walks out of the bar, swaying from left to right every now and then. He hails a taxi and says his address in slurred words.

When he arrives inside the living room, Miyoung is waiting for him by the couch. She suddenly looks so inviting with her pink silk night gown and long brown hair, and Lu Han just wants to forget.

"What happened to you, Hanhan?" Miyoung stands to meet him and Lu Han wraps his arms around her, leaning on her.

"Hmm~ Myeong. Myeong, this hurts." He clutches his chest, just by his heart and Miyoung asks him again what happens. Instead of answering, he buries his face on Miyoung's neck, breathing in the scent of lavender and strawberry and Miyoung.

"Miyoung," he pulls away and looks at her with glassy eyes. Miyoung is beautiful. Really, really beautiful. But not as beautiful as his Oh Sehun. His Oh Sehun who cheats on him.

Miyoung feels the air leaving her lungs when she feels Lu Han's lips crashing down on hers, kissing her roughly, with lots of teeth and tongue and less of affection. She whimpers when she tastes iron in her mouth, Lu Han bit her lip hard that it bled.

She yelps when Lu Han pulls away and carries her, hauling her on his shoulder like a sack of rice. They go up the stairs, past their bedrooms and into the unused master's bedroom.

Lu Han unceremoniously drops her on the soft bed and follows quickly, positioning himself on top of her.

"Lu Han, what are you doing?"

"Shut up and make me forget. I need to forget, Miyoung." He kisses her again, bruising her already swollen lips while his hands busied themselves, running all over her body.

Miyoung starts resisting, hands cupping Lu Han's face and pushing him away. "Lu Han! Stop! Please!" Her heart pounds when he catches her hands and pin them together above her head. His other hand cups her face and his lips latches themselves on hers, tongue exploring the insides of her mouth.

Lu Han smells of alcohol and smoke and Miyoung starts crying because this shouldn't be happening. She's nervous and she doesn't want where this is going. But when she feels Lu Han grinding his hips against hers, she thinks she's going to faint.

"Lu Han! Lu Han no!" Miyoung cries when Lu Han sucks on her jaw and goes down to bite her earlobe hard. "Lu Han, stop! This isn't you! Please!"

"I said shut up!" Lu Han slaps her face hard and Miyoung widens her eyes at him. Lu Han hit her. Lu Han just hit her Lu Han never hits her Lu Han is gentle Lu Han will never do such thing but Lu Han hit her. She whimpers when he sucks on her neck harder, and it stings.

Lu Han straddles her hips so he's sitting on top of her. He lets go of her hand and moves his own to her gown's neckline, only to rip her clothe apart. "No!" Miyoung bawls, and she starts trashing underneath Lu Han. His eyes are unfocused, his expression tells her he is mad. This is not her Lu Han.

"I told you to shut up!" Another slap, another cry. One moment he was slapping her, the next, he was stripping her naked.

Lu Han quickly follows and takes off all his clothes, and Miyoung feels ashamed and chided herself for blushing. He starts peppering her body with rough kisses, leaving ugly hickeys on her flawless skin. Once he bit Miyoung's nipple so hard that it bleeds, and shearched her back in pain.

Many times, Miyoung have imagined how it feels like to make love with Lu Han, how it feels if Lu Han presses butterfly kisses all over her body and worship her with his lips and hands. She would feel like the most beautiful person in the world if Lu Han is to make love to her, and she would be the happiest woman ever.

But this, this is not it. She feels abused, wronged. She feels violated and marred and dirtied. She doesn't feel the pleasure and love she is supposed to feel. Isn't that how the books and movies always imply?

And when Lu Han's mouth reaches her folds, she cries out loud again, because it's painful. He keeps on biting her and sucking her hard that it's uncomfortable, not to mention his hands squeezing her thighs hard there are angry red handprints on her skin.

This is not making love at all.

Lu Han goes back up to meet her lips again and he groans and groans against her. Miyoung pleads once again, in a very low voice, afraid that he will hit her again. Tears are not stopping on falling from her eyes. She lacks energy to resist. She is tired. "Please, Hanhan. No," she begs him when he pulls away to breathe.

He groans again and shakes his head as he spreads her legs apart, and Miyoung feels his member prodding at her entrance. She prepares herself for the incoming pain and closes her eyes.

Lu Han enters her raw and fast, penetrating her walls deep and hard and Miyoung lets out a blood-curling scream. More tears fall and she thinks she's now ripped in half. Lu Han doesn't even wait for her to adjust and starts moving without mercy, fast and hard. He thrusts in and out of her with no sense of rhythm, kissing her every now and then. Miyoung keeps on moaning everytime he moves in, moaning in pain. The friction is uncomfortable for he entered her dry and it hurts so much.

"Fuck, fuck," Lu Han mutters and he lays his elbows in between Miyoung's head to support his weight so he can go faster. Miyoung stops moving completely, lying down beneath her sweating husband and letting her body be used like a rag doll. She closes her eyes as the tears won't stop and cries and cries before feeling something pooling in her stomach. It hurts, and she grips the bedsheets, not wanting to touch Lu Han at all. Lu Han pounds on her some more until she reached her peak, mouth falling open in a silent cry. She is disgusted at herself for coming even if her body is being abused. She waits for this hell to be finished.

Lu Han pants, his breathing turning ragged and he is close to his climax. His pace falters and he comes inside her. Miyoung's heart breaks, like it always does when she is with Lu Han. The name Lu Han said and moaned so many times while climaxing doesn't sound like her name at all. It's a man's name. Of course it is.

He is heavy on top of her, and she squirms because there is nothing she likes more than to curl up on a ball and probably die. Miyoung pushes his body off her, whimpering when his member slides out of her. She saw blood staining the bedsheet and she chokes.

Lu Han lies face first beside her, breathing hard.

"Why, Lu Han? Why must you ruin it?" she croaks out, fresh tears falling down her already tear-stained face.

"Sehun. Sehun-ah. Why, Sehun-ah?" Miyoung hears him murmured, his voice sounding as broken as hers.

She lies beside him, her back facing him because she cannot think she can move her body to her room. Pulling out the blanket over her naked body, she reaches out to cover Lu Han's body with the same blanket, because after everything, she still cares for him. She closes her eyes and tries not to think of anything.

Lu Han broke her heart again, she thinks anyway, but this time it won't be easy to put the pieces back together.

(3/4)