You felt Haechan's side of the bed shift as he sat up. It was about time for him to leave for work. You reached a weak hand towards him and gently held his wrist. Haechan turned to you with concern.

   "I thought you were asleep," he whispered to you.

   "I just woke up." Your voice was hoarse from your flu. "Is it time for you to go to work? Isn't it early?"

   "I'm just putting in some extra hours today, honey." Haechan leaned over to kiss your heated forehead. "Keep resting. Love you." He stood up to leave the room, but you called to him once more.

   "Haechan." You swallowed hard and gave him a long look. "It's the truth... right? I can trust you?"

   His eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "Of course." Haechan leaned against the door frame with his head tilted to the side. "Of course you can trust me." He gave you a long stare and bit the inside of his cheek. "Please get to your appointment safely, love."

   After taking your daughter to school, you headed to the doctors to get your flu checked out and to receive medicine for it.

   "How did it go?" Haechan asked you later when he returned home.

   You forced a smile while pushing back your messy hair. "It's fine. I just need to take some medicine."

   Haechan's expression warmed and he brought you into a hug. "I hope you get better soon, baby." He began to shower your face with kisses, causing you to laugh and hold onto him so you wouldn't lose balance.

   "You're going to get yourself sick from kissing me so much."

   "I can't help it," he told you. You looked into his bright eyes shining at you. "Maybe if I kiss you enough it'll break the curse this sickness has on you."

   You tried to keep a straight face, but you couldn't help but duck your head and let out a chuckle. "Go tell your daughter goodnight." You lightly pushed Haechan away.

   "Okay, okay." He jokingly held his hands up in defense while backing up, but before he got too far, Haechan quickly ran up to you to give you one last kiss. "Get some sleep."

   As Haechan disappeared to go say goodnight to your daughter, you sighed at the sight of his phone on the kitchen counter. The screen had just lit up, and you felt your curiosity pulling you closer and closer to the device. On the lock screen was a text message.

XXX-XXX-XXXX:
I know you said that you have to work now, but I just wanted to thank you for tonight. Don't work yourself too hard ;)

   Your heart plumped and you slowly put the phone back on the counter face down. You saw this coming earlier when you read the first message, but it was still enough to shatter you. The feeling of needles behind your eyes caused tears to build and you retreated to your room and tried to go to sleep.

   Haechan soon returned to the bedroom ready to sleep. "Goodnight, (y/n)," he whispered with a small kiss on the side of your face.

   You didn't answer, afraid your voice would give out because of the pain you felt. Too broken and worried, you barely got any sleep that night.

   Now you know the truth.

And if he lied to them about being at work right now, how many times has he lied to you?