As the meeting concluded, all the soldiers were preparing to leave the Citadel. Hawoon stepped out with Hyeseung following him behind. The weight of the decision is still lingered heavy on Hawoon.
His face still, but his eyes were carrying fury along with guilt. He was furious that he had to agree with deceiving his people, but he had no other choice.
Ding. Elevator door opened, both entered with doors closing. Hawoon pressed the button of third floor, the blue stone in the small chamber like system glowed and mana fragments flickered around it, the elevator started moving.
The silence in the air was heavy as Hyeseung gaze lingered on Hawoon throwing daggers. Hawoon kept looking ahead ignoring the muderous intent from Hyeseung.
But the staring was getting too much that Hawoon gave up.
"Spill it! And stop staring at me like that." Hawoon grumbled, glancing at Hyeseung.
"Hah! Someday, I might actually be dead because of you." Hyeseung complained, feeling frustrated. "Seriously, when will you learn to control your mouth. Do you have any idea, how many times I almost had stroke because of you, jerkface."
Hawoon just stayed silent letting Hyeseung spill everything in his mind. "It's not that hard to use nice word. If it wasn't for me, you might actually had been stripped of your position long ago."
The elevator halted, door opening as they stepped out. Every soldier on the way awkwardly stared at Hawoon. Hawoon ignored it and made his way directly to his office.
Hawoon stopped before his office door, placing his hand on the side screen, mana chamber glowed for the verification. After scanning, a feminine voice sounded, "You may proceed."
"Hey! You think ignoring me will get you out of trouble." Hyeseung kept grumbling after Haywood.
The door opened after a brief pause, both stepped inside. But Haywood halted abruptly, and making Hyeseung bump into his back.
"What the fuck, asshole." Hyeseung muttered. "Move your ass! Why would you sto-" Hyeseung was cut off guard when his eyes landed on the person sitting on the mahogany table.
The person was wearing a crimson silk, clinging to her body like liquid fire. The sleeves slipped of her shoulder, showing her collarbone and half of her chest on display. The hem teased at her mid thighs, short enough to make a grow man question his sanity. She had her one leg over the other. Cigarette in one hand while other on the table as she stared directly ahead with mischievous smirk on her face.
"Hello, sweethearts." Her feminine hold seduction as her eyes narrowed on them.
"You got to be kidding me." Hawoon muttered, eyes rolling as he poked his tongue inside his cheeks. She stood up, smiling.
"Eunji!" Hyeseung exclaimed as he ran to hugged her. His face buried in her chest as she was taller than him. Hyeseung looked a puppy hugging his master, wagging his tail. "How come you're here?"
"I just missed my babe, so decided to come see you."
"Really? I missed you too." Hyeseung pouted making a sad face.
Hawoon almost gagged at the sight. It was always like that with them. Whenever, they are together, the world seem to disappear for them.
"You know, I was so frustrated because of him."
"Really? What did he do to make baby so stressed, hmm?" She brushed a strand of his face while took a slow drag of her cigarette.
"For past few days, he didn't missed a single chance stressing Hyeseungie." He made a crying face while his pout grew.
Hawoon was left shocked and disgusted. Did this annoying bastard really called himself Hyeseungie? Oh! I'm about to throw up."
"Oh my, really? What did he do?"
"You don't know what I go through, babe."
Hyeseung began to blabber about how Hawoon suddenly declared he had a adopted son and the mess he was about to create at the meeting. Hawoon just sighed and went to sit on his chair.
"Oh my! Did he really do that?"
"Hmm…"
"How dare he make my baby feel like that?" Eunji made a face like she was furious. Her voice so soft and gentle, irked Hawoon even more.
"Right!" Hyeseung sniffled as his wife brushed the tears off his face. She hugged him tightly, as her breast choke Hyeseung. But, he didn't mind it. In fact, he loved every moment of it. "Wahh…."
But, someone was not happy about the scene unfolding before his eyes. Hawoon had enough of their bullshit. The last string keeping his sanity broke before he slammed his hands on the table almost breaking it.
"That's enough! Both of you, take your romance to your bedroom and leave." Hawoon shouted.
"…"
"Wahhhh… see?" Hyeseung pointed towards Hawoon. "Even now! He's impossible. He can't see me happy with you, wahhh."
Eunji glared at him before soothing her baby. "It's okay, baby. Don't cry, I'm here."
"I'm so tired of this frosted broccoli."
"What did you just called me?" Hawoon was caught off guard. F-frosted… frosted broccoli.
"Hug me harder before I collapse from frustration." Hyeseung ignored Hawoon as he whined to his wife.
She chuckled, crouching slightly so he could rest his head on her shoulder. "My poor little bunny," she cooed. "You've suffered so much."
"Exactly!" Hyeseung's voice jumped an octave, "No one understands me like you do!"
Hawoon just took his place in his chair back waiting for their cry session to end, as they were not gonna listen to him. He was totally drained because of the couple.
When they were finally done with their session, they took their place and sat on the chair in front of the table.
"…"
"What? Why are you staring at me like that?" Hyeseung twisted his lips, eyes scornful.
"…"
"What?" Hyeseung's voice rose, as he glared at Hawoon.
"Babe," Eunji called for him as he turned to her. "… there are two chairs. Go, sit there."
"What? What's wrong with that?" Hyeseung questioned, genuinely concerned.
"There's nothing wrong! It just it's not the right place for you to sit on my lap." She smiled.
"…"
"Fine!" With a small grumble, Hyeseung finally sit on the chair like a decent human being.
"Finally, some serious talk." Hawoon voiced out while sighing.
"So, why are you here? You were supposed to contact me two days later."