My Possessive Husband's
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December, 23rd 2019

My Possessive Husband's

©Byunra93

The air outside was cold that night. Snow has begun to fall since a few days ago and various Christmas knickknacks began to appear to decorate Seoul with red, white and green. I don't know what the man was thinking, but he looked serious as he turned his chair to face the large glass window behind him. His face still looked the same, flat and cold as the snowcapes out there. But his eyes clearly looked very restless. Taehyun repeatedly sighed and rubbed his face using his pale-looking palms.

“Still have no intention to go home?” ask someone who is now walking into the president's room without having to bother to knock or ask permission first to enter.

Taehyun did not intend to rotate his chair if just want to know who was daring to disturb his calm, even into his study without permission. From his voice alone Taehyun could already guess if it was his secretary. Unable to find a satisfactory answer, Baekki moved closer and closer. He sat on the sofa in the middle of the room while crossing his legs gracefully. He sounded a moment's silence before actually starting to ask again.

“You had a fight with Nara? You don't usually spend your nights at the office. Didn't you always ask permission to come home early because you wanted to take care of your wife? What's up?”

This time Taehyun turned his chair facing Baekki. He looked down for a moment, seemed to weigh between sharing his feelings with Baekki or not. It is far more appropriate to say if the man is thinking, between trusting a secretary whom he already considers like his brother or prefer to keep all this alone. Taehyun****have his lips for a moment, then put his two hands adrift on his desk.

“Today aboji back home.” Short words.

“Then, what's the problem? Isn't that good?”

Taehyun pressed his temple which felt heavy. “The woman will also return home.”

“Who do you mean?” Baekki paused for a moment as his brain digested the situation. Then he seemed to straighten up his body as shock came at him.

“What do you mean is Miss Kim? Your-mother-mother? Kim Jira?”

Taehyun nodded slowly. “Honestly, this feels weird. I miss him, I wish he was back, but when I remember everything he's done to me, my heart hurts, Baek. He has left me alone. At that time I was 6 years old and I had to live without affection. He doesn't care about me at all. I never knew if I grew up well or not. He never missed me. All he did was have fun with that affair! I was angry, I was angry about his actions. But behind it all I'm happy he's back.”

“You feel awkward, confused where should you start talking to him?” guess Baekki who then gets a nod of approval from Taehyun's head.

“Taehyun-ah, one you should know. You have misunderstood Madam Jira. He never cared about you, only the circumstances that made him that way. Mrs Kim has never cheated on her like you believed. No, it's not all true!”

“What do you mean, Baek? You know anything about eomma? You're hiding something from me?” taehyun's gaze looked sharp. He smelled an awkwardness from the look on Baekki's face right now.

“I'm sorry for not telling you.” Baekki stood up, he approached Taehyun's desk and then placed a brown envelope he had originally hidden behind the tuxedo he was wearing.

“Open, maybe it will help you to know everything.”

Taehyun grabbed the brown envelope on his desk, opened it quickly and was quite surprised to see the contents inside. Dozens of photos in there show a picture of a room that looks similar to a room with a lot of neatly arranged picture frames. Seen pictures of his photos ranging from small to growing up. Even Taehyun can see the wedding photo and Nara is also in the middle of the other frame, as if being the center and deliberately printed with the largest size.

“A-what is this?” muttered Taehyun in amazement.

“You're my fan?”

“No. Not me, but your Eomma. It was one of the rooms that was in Miss Kim's house. You can see that, your eomma doesn't care. He cares about you a lot, Tae. And he did it on purpose, watching your growth and development from a distance just to protect you from Lady Yoon. He was the one who gave evidence of Mrs Yoon's crimes to me and Kim's parents. He did everything for you Taehyun-ah. Even he had to get hurt while trying to get the voice of Mr. Hwang to make you a president.”

“T-ter-injured?”

“Eoh. Your eommamu fell when he tried to stop Mr. Hwang when he kept ignoring him. His left arm is sprained. Lady Kim should have been taken care of at the time, but she refused because she said if she didn't manage to convince Mr. Hwang now then you would be in grave danger. You're all he's thought of all this time.”

Honestly, Taehyun's heart shook violently. He could not believe that his mother loved him so much. He was willing to do many things just for his sake. “That was just him doing because he felt guilty for betraying an aboji and leaving me.”

“NO Taehyun-ah! I told you, Mrs Kim never cheated!” Baekki took a small tape lying on Taehyun's desk and thrust it out while asking the man to listen.

Taehyun did not flinch. He did not intend to take the object from Baekki's hand until Baekki had to press the button on there with his own hand. There was a confession from Aunt Hyo there. He with his trembling old voice could be heard telling in detail the trapping incident that Lady Yoon had done to Jira. Proving that the woman is innocent and all just fabrications done by the demonic woman surnamed Yoon.

Taehyun's jaw growled and hardened, while his fingers clenched in fury. Just as the recording stopped, Taehyun stood up from his Presdir's singana and took the tuxedo that he sipped on the back of the chair. He put it on quickly and ran out of his room. Leaving Baekki who was now just standing still while shaking his head.

“Hopefully all this is over soon.” muttered the cute man shriveled.

***

Taehyun looked hasty as soon as he entered the grand palace of the Han family. He saw his wife walking up to him in a limp. Slowly Nara touched Taehyun's hand, took over her husband's briefcase and opened the black tuxedo Taehyun was wearing. As usual, Taehyun immediately gave a brief kiss on Nara's forehead. But unlike usual, the man did not last long in painting his wife's forehead because now his gaze was busy exploring the entire house to find the figure of the woman who had been on his mind. Nara frowned, looking confused with her husband.

“You why? What are you looking for?” ask Nara

“Where is eomma?”

“Eomma?”

“Eoh.. Where's eomma?” tanya Taehyun again which this time sounded more urgent

“In kitchen. We were cooking when you pressed the bell. There was actually an ap-“ Nara had yet to finish her speech when Taehyun suddenly walked away leaving her and headed for the kitchen.

Nara momentarily shook her head in confusion, feeling a little jealous when her husband for the first time ignored her like this. She placed Taehyun's bag and tuxedo on the living room table and followed her husband's footsteps from behind.

As soon as he reached the kitchen, Taehyun saw his eomma was busy sauteing his cooking. Jira's hand\-hand seemed to stir her cooking.

“You're back Nara? Can you help Eomma? My left hand is still not moving properly. Can you move this vegetable in its place?” jira said without turning around. He thought Nara was the one who came there, he did not expect that now behind him was his son.

‘Grebb’

Taehyun hugged Jira's body in his arms. He let Jira's back come into contact with his chest, and Taehyun's hands crept in Jira's waist and tightly hugged his mother.

“Eomma, sorry.” whispered Taehyun.

“I'm sorry, eomma.” he said once again with a vibrating-sounding tone. Jira put down her cooking utensils, turned off the stove in front of her and turned to stare at her son's face that was ducking deep.

“Taehyun-ah.” muttered Jira who then hugged her son back and stroked Taehyun's back lovingly. After all, this was the first time for the mother and child to look at each other and talk to each other.

“Eomma, please forgive me.”

“No Taehyun-ah. You don't have to apologize. Don't do that.” both of them let go of that hug. Jira fingered Taehyun's cheeks, touching him full of haru.

“You grew up without me Taehyun-ah. Forgive eomma.”

“You even grew up to be a very handsome man. And you're gonna be a father. I really don't think I'm a good mother to you, Tae.”

“No, eomma.. No..” Taehyun shook his head, making him look so funny because at that time Jira still cupped both palms on Taehyun's cheeks. He looked like a sweet boy when faced with his mother. At least, that's what's now on Nara's mind. Slowly Nara walked up to her husband, making the mother and the child both turn their heads in the same direction.

“Eomma, you make me jealous.” Nara murmured slowly. The three of them laughed lightly. Taehyun pulled Nara's waist closer and hugged her woman.

“Sorry because I forgot to ask. How's my son in there? Is she okay?” taehyun asked as she released her embrace on Nara's body. He turned on Nara's stomach which was actually still so flat. Taehyun touched and stroked it slowly.

“She just made me a little nauseous today.”

“Smart child. Do not make your eomma nauseous again well dear.” muttered Taehyun while looking at the stomach of Nara down there. Jira just smiles at the happiness on the face of her son, as well as her daughter-in-law.

- To Be Continue