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Namjoon was so used to living alone, with his own rules. Before marrying you, when he got back from a long day at work, he can just tossed around his sweaty shirts. Picked them up when he finally have nothing clean enough to wear. Cups with coffee stains in the sink, papers with scribbles and doodles, the mess are manifestation of his mind. He’s not unhygienic, he’s just got very busy.
As someone who works in the creative fields, self care often neglected as creativity always struck at the most unexpected times. Ever since he worked as a junior producer at one small company to him now, the most sought out producer and lyricist, everyone wants his touch to refine their arts. He is a busy man. He’s even called the music midas. Songs produced by him charted high, critically acclaimed by top organizations. Kim Namjoon is basically untouchable. With fame came all the hard work. He believes in the greater your success, the higher the expectations.
Thus, he unconsciously fall back to his old habits. As his wife, it’s your job to remind him to have at least three meals a day, to put his dirty shirts into the basket, wash the cup once used. He might be this giant figure in the music industry, but at home, he’s your Namjoon. Your silly, dorky, witty Namjoon who always got away with his aggressively cute face.
Not today, not when he forgot to take out the trash when he walked out of the house for grocery shopping.
With his flexible working hours and your teaching schedule, normally you and him will buy groceries on Monday, every two weeks. That’s when the fresh produce came in, fresh fish, meat and veggies. But again, not today, not on this wonderful morning of Saturday. It’s all because your beloved husband opened up all the milk in the house. You’re not a control freak but you’re religiously believe that is normal to have at least one milk in the refrigerator, and the other one kept dry and safe in the pantry. You can open a new one after the one in refrigerator runs out or turns bad. Not Namjoon.
You started to think that your husband is a psychopath. Not really, but the symptoms are there. One of them is, he opened up a new one when there’s a perfectly fine milk in the refrigerator.
“Sweetie, you opened up another milk?” You asked him as he was munching soggy cereal, while standing, eyes glued to the tv. Mouth full of cereals and milk he groggily hummed. He walked back to you, his hair bounced as he just woke up. Birds would mistaken it as their home. Your silly husband. Sleeping with no shirt and only wearing his favorite Rilakuma pajama pants. Both hands holding a bowl of cereals like holding a world and he bends down to peck you on your cheek.
“Good morning, you big baby” you patted his puffed cheek. Namjoon gets needy and always wanted to be held every time he woke up. You noticed that back in your dating days whenever you had a sleepover together. If you left the bed early, he literally whined like a puppy, until you came back and lay down next to him.
“Good morning to you too, love. Kiss?” settling his chin on top of your head after he put down his bowl. His arms snaking your waist as he sway slowly.
“I already did”
“No, cheek doesn’t count”
“You tasted like milk”
“Exactly” leaning down he kissed your lips. Your hands on his neck before you tug his hair. Pulling him away. With his eyes closed he whines and pouted. Like a kid, he reacted as if his food is taken away from him.
“Speaking of milk, did you opened up a new one, Kim Namjoon? There’s a fresh carton of milk on the table, while there’s another one in the refrigerator. It can’t be Buji, our cat can’t suddenly open it with his fluffy paws, isn’t it Kim Namjoon?” his hands are still on your waist as he eyes darted everywhere in the kitchen but your eyes. Biting his lower lip, he mumbled a yes.
You grin as you poke his waist. He squealed and keep begging for you to stop tickling him.
“Yes, yes yes it was me! Stop woman! Stop!” you let him go with a sigh.
“How many time. Do I have. To remind you. Kim Namjoon.” He knows you’re using his full name means ‘wife is mad’ in red sign in his mind but he can’t help it. It has become a habit that he cannot simply swept away.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize.” Rubbing his sore cheek from your pinch, he pouted.
“Don’t lie Joon, you’re the last person who drank milk some days ago. You know I don’t drink milk in the morning. Plus, you can always check first” you nag while chopping carrots and onion for his omelette. He has a big appetite, especially in the morning.
“Well then, it might turns bad since it has been a few days,” he mumbled under his breath. Afraid of you might catch it but, too late. You stopped chopping. ‘WIFE IS MAD’ is blazing in his mind, as he watched you slowly turning around to face him, still clutching the knife. Bad, this is bad, you don’t talk back to your wife while she’s handling a knife. He mentally scolded himself.
His immediate response is to clasp both of his hands on his crotch like those soccer players did for penalty kick. He won’t allow you to hurt Joon Junior, he just used it last night with you. Hell no! He’s planning to use it with you for a long long time!
“Namjoon,” you spoke softly and he’s about piss right there, because it’s like the calm before the storm. The right decision at this moment is to admit his fault.
“I’m wrong, I’m sorry baby, I swear it won’t happen again. I swear I will smell it, taste it first before I open a new one.” All of his apologies came out like popcorn fresh from the popcorn machine. Laughing at your silly husband, you put down the knife before beckoning him to come closer. His eyes are still on the floor, half sulking half apologetic. Truly, like a child, he lets you grab him even closer.
“Why are you like this Joon? I’m not mad, well not that mad. It’s just a milk, you giant dork.” You chuckled at his expression as he cups your cheeks and leaving wet smooches on each one of them.
“You just look so scary when you call my full name. Like i’m in trouble or something.” You let out a hearty laugh at his statement because growing up no one gave a shit at your stern face.
You never managed to stay mad and that’s why your friends and your family will always call you bluff because you cannot get mad for too long. And with Namjoon, it’s even greater. The moment he pouted, you’re a goner.
“I just want you to go out to the grocery store and buy me sesame oil. We ran out of it. While you’re at it, get the milk too. Okay?” grinning, he knows that he is out of trouble now. He gave you a salute before shouting
“yes, ma’am,” as he rushed to the room to put on his shirt and he barely heard you when you told him to take out the trash as well. Suddenly all you can catch from him is “I’m going out now, bye sweetie,” and the click of the door.
He forgot the trash. There goes your morning with Namjoon.