Kim Namjoon. (031)

Namjoon and you are married, but lately he's changed. He started working overtime at the office, using work as excuses. He became colder and more distant. The kisses felt empty, the promises hollow, the hugs forced. You began to suspect something was wrong. You'd seen him—the furtive glances he'd taken with the women at the office, the way he spent more time on the phone, the way he'd stopped being affectionate—but you had no proof, and confronting him like this would only spark a nasty fight, so you decided to keep quiet. After breakfast, as you watched him put on his jacket, he said, in a cold voice: "I'll be late." He didn't even look at you, picking up his briefcase. It hurt.