Ever since before, your husband, Vernon, attracts every eyes around. Why wouldn't they be? His visual is a definition of perfection  from head to toe!

"Look at that guy, isn't he so handsome?" You heard a woman whispering to her friend while you are shopping in a grocery together with your husband.

As usual, your husband is too focused on choosing apples that he couldn't hear those whispers around him. You glared at the women eyeing your husband as you wrapped your arm on his.

"Why are you clinging like that?" He asked, glancing on your arms. "Let go. It's summer and I feel hot." He yanked your hand away and continued pushing the cart.

You knew it wasn't his intention to yank you away. But you can't help sulking by his cold yet innocent act towards you. Like a glue, you followed him on the way to the meat section.

"What would you like to have tonight? Steak or fried chicken?" Vernon asked, now with a sweet tone. A little bit moody huh, Chwe Vernon.

Glaring at those peeps again, you answered, "chicken. I want chicken." And you cling onto him; hugging his waist.

In confusion, Vernon pushed you gently. "Seriously. What's wrong with you hon? You keep on clinging onto me. Its not like I hate it but, I am drenched in sweat." He chuckled as he ruffled your hair.

Like a kid, you pouted. "All of the girls around is looking at you. I hate it."

He checked the surroundings. "They indeed looking. But maybe they are staring at me because I looked very different. Like an alien. Peep~ peep~ peep~" he even imitated a famous alien character from a movie. (E.T).

"Idiot. They like you, that's why," you said.

But he didn't believe it. "Eyyyyyyyyy." Vernon shook his head and got a whole chicken to your pushcart.

It was always a problem that your husband is too humble, enough to decline that he isn't a loveable guy when he really is.

It's already 7pm when the two of you got home.

"Darn traffic," he complained. Vernon sat on the couch to rest his body after driving in a jam traffic for three hours.

"Awuuuuu my hubby got tired. Let me give you a massage," you said and gave him a back massage.

"Woah," he moaned. "That's freaking good. Thanks honey."

Sweet night isn't it? You thought that the day would end with the two of you being so lovey-dovey, not until he got a notification on his phone.

"Honey, you got a message," you reported while massaging his temple. His phone is inside your bag and it is placed on the table far from him.

So Vernon asked you, "can you read the message for me hon?"

"Okie dokie." You got his phone and read his message out loud. "It's from Jessica. She said that the meeting for tomorrow is 11pm."

"Ahhh. Can you reply her an 'okay'? " he asked.

You were about to do what he asked but got bothered after reading their past conversation. Jessica had messaged him: "Mr. Chwe. I wanna say that you look very handsome yesterday at the meeting." And then your husband replied her : "Thank you."

Jealousy takes you over. You put his phone right into his face and asked this in rage: "what is this? Replying at her flirty message?!"

Vernon stood up and read it. "Huh? What are you talking about?"

"It is really obvious that this Jessica has a crush on you! She sent this to seduce you!"

Vernon took a deep breath. "Hon no. She is just complimenting me."

"No. This message has another meaning."

"You know," Vernon snatched his phone away. "You are getting over reacted."

Hearing that makes you even more mad. "Idiot!" You walked out from him.

"Where are you going?!" He asked.

You stopped to answered, "I'm going to put our trash on the recycle bin! Why?!"

"Then why aren't you bringing any trash?" He questioned while pointing your empty hand.

Couldn't believe that he still noticed it, you grabbed a bag of trash from the kitten and shouted. "I got one now! Happy?!" Then you walked out.

"There are more trash here!" He tried to let you be aware. Vernon sighed as he scratched the back of his head, "I don't know what makes her that mad. If there's something between Jessica and I then I won't let her read our conversation. Why can't she trust me?"

Meanwhile...

You are in front of the trash bin and calming yourself. "Vernon is a real idiot. Argh!" You ranted.

Suddenly, a man came closer to put out his trash too. Bothered by the noise he made, you tilted you head to him. Upon scanning, it sink in your mind that he is a handsome guy you never met before. Vernon is handsome too, but this man is gorgeous in another way. Plus he is tall, and he looks very young.

"Good evening," the man greeted. He has a smile that could captivates anyone one, especially when they saw his deep dimple aligning his twinkling eyes.

"H-Hi," you stuttered.

"My name is Eugene," he introduced.

"I'm (y/n) Chwe. Nice to meet you."

At that time, Vernon also went out to follow you, but stopped when he saw you talking to that unknown guy. Vernon's brows have met.

"I am just new here in this neighborhood," Eugene continued while smiling. Somehow, that smile made Vernon so irritated.

"Ahhh, that's why you aren't familiar to me," you chuckled. You wanted to go back inside your house since you don't want anyone to see you and misunderstand this. But you were hesitating because Eugene might think you are a not approachable neighbor. So you stood still.

"Anyway, how old are you?" Eugene asked.

"I-Im old. Ha-Ha."

"Its okay. Age doesn't matter."

"Huh?"

Eugene chuckles. "Joke."

You laughed along him. "Hahahaha. Y-Yeah."

"Cute."

"What cute?"

"Your smile."

That's it!

Vernon couldn't take watching by the side anymore!

"WHO IS CUTE AGAIN!?" VERNON EXPLODED. He grabbed your hand and blocked that man's vision.

Danger alerts you as you knew he might fight an innocent guy who isn't aware that you are a married woman already. You knew it was your fault too.

"H-Honey," you tried to stop him by pushing his chest away from Eugene.

"Honey? Ahh, are you a married woman? " Eugene exclaimed then finally noticed the ring you are wearing. "Oh I'm sorry. Sorry. Sorry too bro." He bowed then ran away.

Vernon pulled you back inside your apartment.

"V-Vernon," you winced because his grip is too tight. After getting in, Vernon pulled his hand back as he sharply inhaled and exhaled.

"I get it now," he murmured. Get what?

"Huh?"

"I've said before that you are over reacting over Jessica's message. Im sorry. Now that I saw you with that jerk, I realized how mad you were a moment ago. In fact, I got jealous too. Sorry. Sorry for being insensitive."

No matter how innocent he is that it makes you angry sometimes, you always fell by his kind and humble words. He is really a great husband.

"W-Well," you muttered, tucking your hair behind your ears. "I am not mad anymore. After seeing you being so possesive, it made my heart beats a lot. I was overwhelmed."

Possessive.

Hearing it gives him an idea.

Vernon eyes shifted from apologetic to a hungry wolf. He thought it was weird too that he got turned on by a simple word such as Possessive.

"Right," Vernon started to walk closer. "I am f*cking  possessive." Then he put his hands inside your shirt, holding both side of your bared waist. He pulled you closer and claimed your lips.

At first you were surprised by his sudden kiss, but after some seconds, you welcomed it by wrapping your arms around his neck and let you tongues battled; very fast, sloppy, wet and noisy sound of your saliva mingled together.

Vernon loves this kind of kiss: a torrid one. Like there is no tomorrow and like he was eating you alive.

With his forceful kiss, he pushed your body backward, until you just fell down on the couch. Vernon went on top of you. He pinned his body on yours that let you realized how hard he is with that thing poking in between your legs!

This is no good! You have to cook for dinner! If this continue, you'll probably end up in bed without having your dinner.

So you pushed him a little and said this while panting, "V-Vernon, I should cook first."

Instead of moving back, his hand went on the tip of you shirt. Then he lifted it to see your tummy. "I'm not done yet," he whispered in husky tone before he licks your tummy, from your belly button down to the entry way of your short.

Shivers run down from your spine as you arched your back, and bit your lower lip to prevent a moan to escape. "Done w-with what?" You groaned and watch him  moving up.

He stared at you an inch away and said, "showing his possesive I am." Then he pecked on your forehead. "This is mine." He now pecked on your cheek. "This is mine too." He got your hand and sucked your index finger. "Hmmmm. This too."

Watching him sucking your finger gave you dirty thoughts too. Omg, you wanted to stop but your body won't listen!

Vernon licks the corner of his lips before he bend down for the 3rd time so he can kiss your ear, moving his ear up and down on your earlobe. "This is mine too."

Finally, a moaned escaped from your trembling lips, "O-Oh my gosh."

Vernon smirked. He likes your moan. It sounds like a music that pushing him to do more. To hear more than a whisper thoughts.

So he crawled backward, holding your legs as he placed his head on the middle. Then he licked your leg and sucked it.

"Ahhh," you winced.

He leaved a purple mark on your flesh as he looked at you from that position. "This is mine too."

"I g-got it. Okay? Let's stop," you begged, face are all red.

"No way," he declined. "there are more spots that I want to claim. I'll finish you, from head to toe." He said before his hand tugged your short down.

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A/n: 🙈