"OPPA, are you embarrassed?"
Wooju, sitting on the bed next to Gyubin, avoided his wife's gaze.
After taking a bath, they put on their robes and went straight to bed.
Her wife grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses, but none of them had started drinking yet.
"Are you embarrassed because you cried like a baby?"
Wooju covered his burning face with his hands. "Please don't remind me, Jagiya."
"Oppa, did I ever make fun of you for crying?"
"No."
And that was actually one of the reasons Wooju liked Gyubin.
His wife never teased him, and she never made a fuss.
Gyubin treated it like seeing a man crying wasn't a big deal— that it was only natural.
And that's how it should be.
"Oppa, aside from your sense of duty, is there a reason why you can't quit?"