Chanyeol: Hey kiddo. She's my wife
It was the time for the two schoolboys to widen both of their eyes and mouths

Jongin: What?
Jongin quested with clear offence in both his tone and eyes. It just so appeared to be awkward till my throat go dry in a second

Chanyeol: Just as you heard
At first, I thought it was illusion but it wasn't. He totally wore a smug while declaring I was his wife. That's psychotic

Y/n: We were messing around
Fiddling with my fingers in nervousness, I attempted to put on a smile in order to reassure the confusion the visages of innocent boys

Lay: Awww, I thought it's real
Only a smile remark came out of the gentleman, though the confusion hadn't left his expression

Jongin: Oh my gosh, woman! You fucked up
At the same time, Jongin was blown up with awe and amazement. Assuming upon his childish glare, I could say he was mad tight and he had given up calling me Noona since I wasn't some poor damsel in danger like he imagined

Y/n: Hey, watch your language. I'm older than you, the right pronounce for me us Noona, got it?
It was bossy of me scaring him out back since he yelled at me disrespectfully. The poor boy could only stare at me. Out of composure, I already jumped up to him, gripping his neck in the crook of my elbow, squeezing till it suffocated his wind pipe. Gagging in my grip, he squirted like a fish in the pan for life. As much as I found it cute and amusing, I felt like mending him to behave well also, so that next time, he'd be acting nice and gracious to elders

Jongin: Let go, let- aa- go
The throaty demand was suffocated in his voice as he attempted to release himself free

Y/n: Behave, behave boy
In a way of negotiation, I asked for gratitude from him tending to still choke him untill he gave up

Jongin: Ahh, please, please..
Puffing out the crack lump in his tone, not willingly, he pleaded. When I tightened the grip on his neck, requesting for more sincerity, he cried out loud

Jongin: Ahhhhhhh, ahh, please..
Finally escaping, along with the rapid coughs, his breaths ran in a mind rage, hand kneading delicately on his neck where I printed a red mark by my grip. The kid glared at me merely

Y/n: Show some manner, young man
Resting my hand at his shoulder, staring bluey to his eyes, I reminded

Jongin: Sorry, Noona
At last, he found some gratitude in his dictionary, which was satisfying to me

Jongin: Then, I'll go, bye
Thought he could escape like this, turning around aiming to run away from me, he rushed

Y/n: Why aren't you at school now, Jongin?
He paused his steps merely mumbling a curse under his breath furtively

Y/n: You skipped your classes, didn't you?
Flinching as if I scared the living life out of him, he flattered around with his back facing me

Y/n: Kin Jongin

Jongin: Woman, you're not my mother for Pete's sake
Yelling that, he darted his steps away from me. Healthy runner that could beat any sportsman in a race, and how could I catch his speed this fast. All I could do was gazing at his fading figure far away in the crowd on the pavement

Lay: Ummm, I'll go, too
The boy was clueless that Jongin and I were acquaintances and seemed like trying hardly to figure everything out. So I granted with a positive nod for him to dismiss

Y/n: Jongin. I'm definitely ringing your granny's phone for sure
Swearing upon my heart, I grunted at the uncontrollable teen boy

Chanyeol: When will you stop murmuring about him? Do you even feel my presence, Y/n?
Jealously filled his eyes and the facial expression like a kid got stolen his candy

Y/n: Jagi, are you jealous?
Saying with an evilly smile, I planned to tease his temper

Chanyeol: No
Pretentious. He led himself away from me exerting his best to hide his simp

Y/n: Really?
My hands teasingly wrapped at his veiny arm, while my chin tilted up to his face reading his expression skeptically

Chanyeol: Yep
Next to a seat at the bus stop, Yeol reluctantly answered

Y/n: Then, since he promised me he'd take care of me, I'm going after him
Not accompanying him for taxi, I walked around to the direction where Jongin disappeared to

Chanyeol: What? No
In a swift turn, he had wrapped his arms around my bristle frame, his front and my back in touch

Y/n: Let me go. Ok let me go
Agreed. He put me down steadily, ready to face any movement I'd make. But knowing me, as soon as my one foot touch the ground, my limbs started to tussle in his hug to escape, not waiting another foot to settle on the earth
L. In almost a nanosecond, he had me captured

Chanyeol: You know, I wouldn't allow you being naughty, you naughty
His teeth clenched each other scouring the ivory skin of them with rustling grit. The tightness of his tone reminded me of the way he would roar when he almost reached his high. Again I was, sinfully replaying the bed scene. I was far gone sane

Y/n: I'm sorry. Really. Really. Let me go vi won't struggle this time
I seduced briefly pleasuring in an attempt to have his trust, so that I could betray again

Chanyeol: You promised?

Y/n: Yeah

Chanyeol: Ok then
Even when both of my feet landed on the pavement, my composure stilled as if I was tamed. But it's not that easy to tame me down, unless I was in bed. I kinda let out a devil laugh. I really had no idea what's wrong with me

Not less than a minute after my intrigue, my steps had already taken me about a foot away from him out of his hold. But I forgot the fact that he had hella long legs led which covered two feet with one step. I was already captured before I even escaped

Chanyeol: You little piece of-
Glowering back at him who was again pressed my back to his chest over again gripping my waist tightly, I daggered glares to his face

Chanyeol: Cake
His sound came out smaller than the gossips of ants

Chanyeol: I was going to say cake
Pulling up s wide smile which was joking about his two ears, he out on an act to fool around

Y/n: I'm going to Kai surely

Chanyeol: No, you're not

Y/n: Yes I am
With a declaration, I started to struggle against his grip

Chanyeol: I dare you
His tone was tensed

Y/n: Huh? Dare me then
We quarreled with wide eyes scaring the temper out of each other

Chanyeol: I can't
He toned down lowly depressed with a pout. It's so easy to have him succumb in a fight, knowing he couldn't stand us arguing with clear infuriation in my eyes

Y/n: I know
My body had gyrated in his hold, already cupping his face in my small hands tip-toeing to smooch his lips. We both ended up there smashing each other's lips in a stack, forgetting the respiration for awhile, since breathing him in was way more enticing than the tasteless air

The pediatrician came across our spot, quietly gossiping about us making our in public, not knowing what shame meant. At this moment of epiphany, all of my soul only starved for his touches and attention when the potty rumours couldn't invade my senses momentarily

* I love you so fucking much *

~•~

Y/n: What are you doing? Chanyeol! I'm fine. Let go
Shaking him off of my wrist, I again turned around to climb up the stairs for my purse

Chanyeol: No you're not. You threw up for about five times during sex, and I saw you in the toilet this morning, alone, trying to suppress your gag to prevent me hearing
He had a point to be desperate, that made me ponder for awhile on my track whether I should comply his idea or follow my original plan

Y/n: I don't care, Yeol. You know how important the meeting is, and I'm not cancelling it for any cases
No more complaint was added after what I fumed, and assuming it as a break from our talk, I walked in our bedroom, grabbing my purse which was on the messy bed sheets

Finding him standing still not moving a bit at the door, with his shoulders sagging down with a depressed face when I walked down the stairs, my heart was stung achingly. His obsession to needed to be cured with some therapist

Chanyeol: Baby, please
It didn't take me a second of thinking he's given up

Chanyeol: If you love me oke I do, please come with me with to the clinic
It was a spell that couldn't be broken by anyone else except him. It also was kinda of a threat that bet upon my love

What else could I do when he's wailing me like a child except sitting straight and still in his car? He's very compulsive

Y/n: If it's not a baby, I'm gonna be so so mad
Threatening him one last time, I sauntered Inyo the clinic with harsh steps. It's already half past 9 and if we couldn't make it till 10, I was going to go down the hill for sure. My book needed a real good producer and he's acting like he didn't consider how important this meeting was to me

The doctor firstly introduced himself as Tao and asked why we're here in his clinic. The desperate fool didn't take a millisecond to ponder what next to be said, by spilling out how he thought of his wife getting pregnant

Tao: Umm, you can simply take a test actually. It's not necessary to run up here, breathlessly
Look, even the doctor was mocking at us. Thought he sounded sincere and he was right

Chanyeol: Actually, no. Those aren't 100% exact. I need some ultrasound to make sure everything
His tongue had proved again that he's desperate. Even I couldn't catch up what he said

The doctor smiled amusingly at Yeol, and started giving me tests and check ups , while Mr. Park eagerly held my hand as if I was already ready to give birth. He's ridiculous

~•~

Chanyeol: See, I was right
Stomping around like a boy not an adult as he was, he celebrated with triumph engrossed the pedestrian again. It's weird that I was just missing my period just a week about and the baby had already taken over my womb. The feeling was exclusive to think there's someone alive in my body and I couldn't help but stared at my own belly. I froze against the seat thinking I was gonna be a mother soon and still I wasn't sure if I was eager enough to take care of him or her

Chanyeol: Omo, you're so cute
Thought it was me he's referring, untill his hand groped my flat belly showing no growth of small living thing in my womb. Already the man was obsessive his child even before it came out, and I didn't dare to think how possessive and protective he'd be the future

If the child was a boy, I was sure he's going to discipline from driving his expensive BMW and partying around his friends. And if it was a girl, she's never ever gonna be wearing any shorts and introducing no boy as her boyfriend. Thinking of their life freaked me out. I wished Yeol wasn't that possessive

~•~

" Mrs. Y/n "
I didn't realize that I was already outside the cafe I promised to meet, and the editor was already calling me out while Yeol gazed at me curiously what was on my mind

The creepy young bachelor that ran as a chef in his mother's 24 hours Korean restaurant, while handling the position of an editor in TI magazine. That's very incredible and rare to find a man like him nowadays, Lee Minho

Chanyeol: Ahem, ahem
Drowning in my daydream, my husband had to fake a cough to snap me out. I might probably drool at the sight of the vigorous model before me, but I didn't, knowing he was spewing venoms in his daggers while I gazed at the editor

Minho: I've been waiting for you. Shall we move inside the restaurant?
He offered with a gracious smile politely

Chanyeol: Good idea
Yeol exclaimed happily already stepping a few steps towards the restaurant

Y/n: Yeol
Widening my eyes at him shooting my head briefly telling him to stop thinking that he could detect me discussing about my business. That's out of limit

Chanyeol: What?
Bluntly, he commented as if he had no idea

I took a glimpse towards the gut that was confusing over our behaviours before taking a step closet to Yeol's ear to whisper

Y/n: Stay in the car. I'll be back
He's not pleased at all. Assuming he'd lessen any possessiveness to his child when he couldn't clearly even to the mother, I was wrong. He's too obsessive to be consumed as normal

~•~

Chanyeol: How's the discussion without me?
Sarcasm played in his tone though it shouldn't sound like that. Jealous man. I shook my head disagreeing him and took my seat at the front of the car

Y/n: It was great. May be we might start a contract. I don't know. I'll just have to wait till he contacts me
I was honest and shrugging the truth to him while he still wore that displeased expression

Chanyeol: He? You mean he got your number
This was already going to start again. He had found another reason to get jealous

Y/n: Yep

Chanyeol: Who gave him your number?
His eyes promised that he's going to beat that guy to death. People use phone to contact each other and why not? I gave my number to him for the contract but nothing more than that. It was simply business purpose

Y/n: Obviously, I gave him

< END OF CHAPTER 38 >