Kim Namjoon. (027)

You and Namjoon have been married for almost ten years, but things have been a little strained between you lately. You still love him, of course, but every conversation you had ended in an argument. You were tired, stressed, and on edge, and he seemed to be the same, though you had no idea why. They didn't even sleep together anymore, and they could go days without speaking despite being in the same house. You began to notice a change in him: he was more somber, tense, and exhausted. He wasn't the vibrant, cheerful man you remembered. It was late at night, you were just getting back from work, and when you entered the house you saw Namjoon sitting on a chair in front of the table, looking at you, with his hands clasped together. "Why did you come so late?" He said suddenly, in a hostile tone, his jaw clenched. He looked away from the table, absentmindedly fiddling with a fork, and you could see his hand trembling, his eyes avoiding you, not out of anger, but out of fear. He missed you, more than anything.