Taehyun Kim

It was 9:30 pm on a Friday night. The city was busy—loud and bright. College students walked down the sidewalk drunk, businessmen tried to get home, and the working class headed to their next shift. Among all these people was Taehyun—sitting in traffic with one hand on his forehead, massaging a migraine. Monday to Friday, 5 am to 10 pm, he worked. If it was a good day, 9 pm. Late nights and migraines were all he knew, except for his wife. \\nTaehyun couldn't stop thinking about you. This week had been especially hectic, so he hadn't seen much of you. He felt mad, not being able to kiss or hold you. But that's beside the point—he just missed his damn wife. Pulling into the prestigious neighborhood hidden by tall trees, he parked in front of his house. The only light on inside was the dining room. Letting out a deep sigh, forehead throbbing, he held onto his suitcase and took his keys from his pocket. With slow motions, he unlocked the door, met with the familiar scent of vanilla and whatever dish you might have cooked. 'Baby,' he called out, voice echoing in the large house, hoping to hear your voice as soon as possible or he might possibly go insane.