Listening to her as she spoke, Minjun kept his eyes looking from her eyes to her lips, though he tried not to let them linger in any way that could make her uncomfortable. Taking a drink of punch, he felt his brows furrow as her smile depleted, a cold pit growing in his stomach as he listened to her speak of how her husband had changed. It was a story he was all too familiar with. Reaching out his left hand slowly, he let it rest on her forearm for just a moment, squeezing gently before he pulled away. It was a gesture of solidarity, one that he could explain away if asked, but in that moment, he felt every instinct telling him to let it linger, possibly even to pull her to him.
However, his common sense won out and he let a sympathetic smile paint across his lips as he spoke in a soft tone, “I know how you feel, the person you married...you loved...changes before your very eyes. Before long you’re going to bed with a stranger, someone who barely looks in your direction and won’t even let you touch them.” Lowering his eyes to his drink, he shook his head and smirked before speaking in a hurt tone, “She has been so busy, we haven’t been intimate in nearly six months. Well, she says busy, I think she is having her fun on the job.”
Shaking his head and finishing his drink in one long swallow, he tilted his head and chuckled softly, “With the cage girls flaunting about in little clothes and fans screaming my name, she must think I’m swimming in it. But no, I’m trying to be faithful despite my needs and desires.” As he spoke, he looked back up to Charmaine and felt a blush creeping across his cheeks as he realized that he had just said that out loud and let his eyes linger on her face while doing so.
Clearing his throat, he refilled his drink and turned to her with the ladle still up to fill her cup up if she needed it. As he held it, a familiar set of footsteps came up behind him, followed by an all too familiar tone of annoyance, “Yah, Minjun-ah. How long are you