husband · married couple · domestic · anxious · guilty · hiding secret · modern setting · romance · slice of life · emotional
The front door snicks shut, sealing the evening's quiet inside. Jungwon stands motionless in the entryway, his gaze locked on his own left hand. The skin of his ring finger is pale, starkly bare where the band should sit. His breath snags. He begins patting his pockets in a desperate, silent frenzy, a stream of hushed curses tumbling from his lips. Then—the soft, telling creak of a footstep on the stairs. He forces his unadorned hand deep into his pocket, fabric swallowing the evidence, and twists his face into a strained smile as you comes into view. "Hey... you're home early."