Jungkook and Eunbi lay in each other's arms as a new day welcomed them. Eunbi's head rested on his forearm, her hands wrapped around his waist. He gazed down at the sleeping woman and his heart skipped a beat.

Her curved eyelashes rested on her cheeks, and her button-sized nose twitched here and there. His eyes landed on her pink lips set in a perfect pout, looking perfectly kissable at the moment.

"Stop staring."
She mumbles, and Jungkook's cheeks turn a bright red.
"I'd stare at you all day if I had the chance to."
"Stop it..!"
She whines, cuddling closer to him and hiding her face in his chest.

A light chuckle emits from him as he places a kiss on her head.
"I'm going to make breakfast now, babe."
He whispers, and she shakes her head, tightening her hold around his waist.
"Stay for some time, please."
She says softly, her eyes still closed.

"It's late already!"
He says in an aegyo voice, poking her sides as she squirms, swatting his hand away.
"Don't leave me yet."
She says with a sigh, raising her eyes to his with a half-hearted smile. It was at that moment, that he saw tiredness and exhaustion grace her delicate features.

"Babe, is everything alright?"
He asks, his face straightening as he props himself up with his elbow.
She nods her head, her eyes fluttering shut again.
"Hmm, yes. Work is a little stressful, but I can handle it."
He caresses her exposed thighs as his doe eyes travel her face.

"Care to tell me about it?"
He asks softly.
She chuckles a little, her lips parting in another sigh.
"The students are being a handful, but what can you expect from a bunch of blooming adolescents? I used to ridicule my teachers in school too."
"R-ridicule?!"
Jungkook squeaks, his eyes widening.
"Who the fuck said-"

"Jungkook!"
She exclaims, slightly laughing.
"I won't allow you to beat up my students for calling me Mrs. Twig."
"You're not a twig."
He says with a pout, eyes travelling her body.

He knew she had lost a lot of weight on the time span that he was away in the war a year ago, and she was having a hard time gaining it back.

The 24 year old man leans down, placing a kiss on her soft lips as he rolls out of bed.
"Yah! Get back here!"
Eunbi yells, her hands spread out like a child wanting ice-cream. He giggles, skipping down the stairs and into the kitchen.

Cooking was one of his hidden desires, and he often felt embarrassed to admit it because people had called him unmanly to do so. The only people that knew about it since then was his wife, and close friends.

Popping the chicken pie into the oven, he sets a timer and scurries into the bathroom, brushing his teeth. He strolls out of the bathroom with the toothbrush sticking out of his mouth to find his wife still tangled in their beige sheets.

He smiles to himself, before spitting out his toothpaste and washing his face. He runs to the bed with a triumphant yell and jumps in the air, landing with a harsh thud on the bed.

Eunbi startles, lifting her head off the sheets with wide eyes as her frizzed hair draped over her face.
"Don't do that! That's how you broke the bed last time!"
She whines, and Jungkook brushes aside the hair from her face with a smirk.

"Really? I thought it happened when I went too rough-"
"YAH!"
She yells, hitting his chest multiple times as he laughs, grabbing her wrists and kissing her nose.
"Breakfast will be ready soon, honey."

She pushes herself off the bed in a fluster, stumbling into the bathroom with her cheeks flushed red.

He chuckles, stretching with a groan and walking down to the living room.
The familiar sound of tyres on gravel caught his ears and he knew what to expect next. He opens the window in a hurry and a newspaper soon comes flying in.

"Thank you, Han!"
Jungkook yells out the window and the 19 year old boy on his cycle waved.
"No problem, Mr. Jeon!"

He plops down onto the sofa, his lips now pursing into a thin line as he opens the first page.

"The North Korean leader, Yong Su-Il has publicly boasted about his new recruits to the army of around 2 million soldiers, and additions to his artillery.
In his words,
"We are no longer a weak nation, ravaged by poverty or famine. Under my rule, the Korean Peninsula will be ours to conquer!"
This is a potential warning and sign to the South, and compulsory recruitment of soldiers is becoming a likely possibility."

He runs his hand down his face with a sigh. He crushes the newspaper once again into a ball, aiming for the dustbin when he's startled by a sudden beeping.

He drops the ball onto the couch, rushing to the oven with his mitts on. A wave of heat hits his face as he squints his eyes, pulling out the tray from the oven.

Eunbi jumps down the steps, staring at him with wide eyes as he hurries to close the oven and prevent any more smoke from spreading around the house. After all, he didn't want the emergency sprinklers activated like last time.

She plops down onto the sofa and yelps in surprise, pulling out the crushed paper from beneath her.
She furrows her eyebrows, opening it out. Jungkook lifts his gaze to her with widened eyes, and sprints over to her, slapping the paper out of her hand with his oven mitts.

"What's wrong with you?"
Eunbi asks in a huff, as Jungkook scrambles to get the paper, tearing it up instantly.
"What was that?"
She asks again, glaring at him.
"Trash! I-i can't stand trash l-lying around."
He stutters, throwing the torn pieces into the bin.

"Says the one that leaves crumbs of food behind him everytime he eats."
She mutters, loud enough for him to hear.
His lips turn down into a pout as he sighs inwardly in relief.

Close call, Jungkook. Pay attention!

He glances at his wife that sits on the sofa, gazing into space.

She's going to find out inevitably, and she'll be heartbroken.

What am I going to do?