You ever had that week when it seems like you can't get any rest? Like those consecutive days attack you so much you don't even have the time to breathe? Where every moment of every day there was a sudden surprise that will just pop out of no where and slap you across the face? And you don't even have anywhere to hide because it's your life and wherever you are trouble follows and so you're fucked up.

Maybe it's dramatic. Maybe it's not.

Either way, Yeonjun wants to scream until he passes out then maybe he'll finally get the rest he's been longing for.

It just, it feels like ever since he met Soobin everything could go wrong anytime— one wrong move and one wrong word they'll be doomed. He can't even lasts a day without worrying that their secret will leak and things will get a thousand times worse.

Don't get him wrong though, he isn't blaming Soobin; the guy was drunk and so was he. It's none of their fault or it's both of them, but either way, they're both responsible for this so they might as well just help each other and think of how to resolve this instead of trying to find whose fault was it.

That's the reason why Yeonjun is now on his way to meet Soobin once again.

Where?

Oh. I don't know.

Their house, maybe?

Yeonjun sighs. He shakes the jumbled thoughts out of his mind and just focus his attention in driving. He doesn't want to get in an accident now, does he? Even though facing one would be an excuse for his parents to give him sympathy.

Couple minutes later and Yeonjun's finally at the front lawn, just about to reach for the door when it opened suddenly, revealing a sight of a tall man with a bored and judging look on his face.

Seriously, what's up with Soobin and opening the door suddenly?

“Oh, you're here.” The taller said, stepping backwards to make space for the older to come in.

Yeonjun rolled his eyes at him but entered nonetheless, “As far as I can recall, you asked me to come here.”

Soobin doesn't retort back, instead he just follows behind Yeonjun as the male marches down towards the hallway and into the living room.

The place is spacious and nice, definitely suiting Yeonjun's taste though he refused to say it out loud. The walls were painted white and the tiled floor was covered with a soft carpet. The television and speakers were in their rightful places just across the sofas, there's also the coffee table with a vase on its top. Maroon colored curtains covering the windows, a black empty drawer waiting to be filled with stuffs and Soobin standing at the middle of the room, waiting for Yeonjun to finish scanning the place.

“Are you done?”

He snaps out of it, throwing a glare at Soobin's direction and walking to sit on one of the couch. The younger copying his actions, though he sits at the one across him instead of sitting at the obviously wide available space beside him.

Yeonjun scoffs at his thoughts, why did he even think of sitting beside Soobin? Ugh. He's totally off his rockers.

“So what do you want?” He asked.

The younger faced him, putting his leg on the table and lying back down like the boss he is, earning an annoyed and disgusted look from Yeonjun. “I called you here to talk about the thing before more people find out. We should settle this matter now or else–”

“In case you've forgotten you were the one who told Kai about this.” Yeonjun glared, challenging the male sitting in front of him. Who does he think he is? Acting like he's the only one in trouble. Well news flash because Yeonjun wants to be out of this mess too.

“He concluded it–”

“You should've made an excuse!”

“What's the point? It's true we're married anywa–”

“Don't say that!” Yeonjun could feel the blood rushing into his face, it feels so hot someone could mistake him to have a fever. “It feels weird,” he shyly mumbles and looks away. He's so embarrassed to even think about it! How could Soobin say it so easily?

“Why do you make it seem like you committed a crime? You should be glad, delighted even, because you married me, Choi Soobin, many would kill to be in your place right now. You're ought to be thankful.” Soobin smirked, arrogance dripping in his every words that Yeonjun wants nothing but to smack him across the face right at this moment.

But he has to be patient. So breathe Yeonjun, do not get affected by it.

“Are you really always this conceited? Haven't you heard about modesty being an attractive trait?”

PATIENCE YEONJUN, PATIENCE!

“Who said I'm trying to be attractive? Oh wait– I don't even have to try.” And there goes his smirk once again, not failing to irritate Yeonjun. What's wrong with this guy for real? He thought he came here for a serious talk not for Soobin's narcissistic ass–

“But that isn't the point here— listen, I thought of something–”

“You think?”

“Can you shut up and not interrupt me?” Soobin glared at the older, causing him to raise his hands up in surrender. “Okay, so like what I'm trying to say before you rudely interrupted me for the nth time, I say we lay low and not raise any suspicion that we know each other. In that way, no one will suspect that we are marr– that we are something.”

“That could work,” Yeonjun started, making Soobin feel a little ounce of pride flooding his veins for thinking that he solves the problem so easily. However, it drains out faster the moment Yeonjun said the next words, “if only the media don't care about your existence and wouldn't dig through every file just to write an article about the oh so great Mr. Choi Soobin. Don't you think the Choi Soobin drunkenly marrying someone would make a good headline?”

Soobin huffs, not wanting to admit that the elder was right even though Yeonjun knows it already and is showing off his triumph smile. “Whatever, not like you can suggest anything better.”

“Excuse me? Did you just question my knowledge?” Yeonjun raised his brow.

“Do I have anything to question?”

“Hey! That's mean!”

“I'm aware.” Soobin sent him a fake smile. Will this conversation ever lead them somewhere? Wait, did he say conversation? More like an argument.

“Tsk. Just so you know, I'm fine with anything as long as my parents won't find out.” Yeonjun sighed, his only worry creeping up in the surface once again.

“What could they possibly do that you fear so much?” asked Soobin, genuinely curious.

“Trust me, you don't want to find out.”

“My father could do worse, I guarantee that.”

Yeonjun frowns, “I thought you said your mom knows already?”

“Exactly. My mom knows, not my dad.”

“Okay, that didn't help us at all. Now we have to hide from my parents and your dad.”

Can this get any worse? They got so much thing to worry about and it's all because of a stupid mistake! Fuck, it's draining the both of them and they also have their works to add up on the problem.

Why can't life be easy? Why could it not bee their boyfriends they married? Then things would get a whole lot better— they wouldn't even have to worry about splitting up–

Oh right, because they do not have boyfriends anymore. Those guys broke their pretty little fragile heart which led them to get wasted, resulting for this forsaken mess.

“We should plan this carefully, like you said, the media shall never find out. But before that, let me get myself something to drink.” Soobin stands up and starts walking away to where Yeonjun assumes is the kitchen. But here's the thing, he did not even bother to ask Yeonjun if he wanted a drink too. Freaking rude.

Sighing, Yeonjun lets himself fall down on the couch. It was soft, kind of fluffy even, offering him every comfort he could use at the moment. He wonders where was this couch bought, he'd really love to have one for their house.

Then again, he already has more than one in their house.

But perhaps, people were right when they said you shouldn't be too comfortable.

With his head resting on the sofa's surface, Yeonjun lets out a contented sigh that he didn't notice the door unlocking. Footsteps are then made, but Yeonjun is too busy enjoying and getting lost at the addicting texture to pay attention.

The moment he finally got back into his senses and opened his eyes, a figure appeared with a very familiar look that he regrets ever opening his eyes.

He immediately closed them back as he registers what's happening, “You're not real. I'm just hallucinating or I fell asleep and dreaming.” Yeonjun pleads desperately, though he's already fully aware that he's just praying in vain.

But it's good to always have hope, right?

“I'm afraid that isn't a nice way to greet your father, young man.”

Yeonjun winces, cursing internally as he opens his eyes slowly; there stood his father, his face displays the expression that Yeonjun always fear, for it only means one of the two things. First being, he fucked up and second being, he's totally fucked up. Both of the choices does not favor him in any way.

“Hello, dad.”

His father takes his time to walk towards him, each step making Yeonjun fear for his life. He could really vomit right now but it would mean he's guilty of something and that is not what he wants his father to think. He doesn't even know what his father is doing here.

“Son, do you have anything to say to me?” His father asked, though it's clear in his tone that he knows something. It almost sounds as if he's mocking Yeonjun and the male doesn't know how to respond. He feels his throat starting to dry.

Fuck, has it always been this hard to swallow?

“Wh-what do you mean, d-dad?” Yeonjun cursed himself for stuttering.

Mr. Choi has now seated himself beside his son, completely noticing his son's unusual behaviour of repeatedly tapping his foot against the carpeted floor though he did not point it out. “Do you want to tell me the reason why did you have to buy a house?”

Yeonjun is torn. He doesn't know whether to be relieved that his father only knows about him buying a house or to be nervous because it could be just one of his father's tricks to get him to confess something he already knows. It makes him feel dizzy to think about the things his father could punish him with if he knows what he had done.

“I- I just... Just thought it could be, uh, con-convinient, you know? Having a house of my own? Haha, don't you think so?” the younger male tries to reason out. Even if he's just making a fool out of himself.

Nodding his head with pure fake amusement, Mr. Choi stands up, scanning the place. “It is,” he walks towards the drawer, tracing along its edges, “but it made me curious how you changed your mind when it was you who begged us to make your cousin, Taehyung, live with you.”

Yeonjun gulps, his mind is blank. He couldn't think of reasons to escape this situation. What could he do?

While having his life crisis, he just so happens to glance at the doorway, his eyes widening upon seeing Soobin's figure approaching. Finally returning with two glasses of juice in hand— it made Yeonjun feel bad for thinking that Soobin was rude for not asking him for drinks but there he was, actually bringing one for him— but that is not the point. His father is right there at the corner and one swift motion of turning around he'll see Soobin and boom! They're caught.

Thankfully, Soobin looks up to see Yeonjun gesturing him to go back. His eyes seem to be warning him for something but he couldn't figure it out. Soobin halts his steps, trying to understand what Yeonjun is doing.

The elder is obviously panicking, anyone could tell from the way his hands are frantically moving, and the way he keeps on biting his lower lip. And Soobin may or may not solely focus on that particular movement.

Yeonjun points his finger at his dad, signalling Soobin to look at that direction but the younger couldn't see so he steps a little forward, almost making Yeonjun faint because he just made himself easier to spot. Again, Yeonjun gestures for him to stop and to go back where he came from and at last, this time, Soobin finally understands why.

The taller nodded, slowly retreating himself backwards when the man suddenly talks, making him stop on his track.

“Where do you think you're going?”