@jayaein_: pov: “you’re unbelievable, woman,” you heard jay whisper, ready to walk away. “what did you say?” you put your hands on your waist, looking up at him suspiciously. “nothing, baby. i said i’ll get it,” jay replied, immediately fixing his expression into a sweet smile. you narrowed your eyes. “that’s what i thought.” jay let out a quiet sigh as you released him, then picked up the shopping bag containing the mochi he’d just bought. the problem? he bought the wrong colors. you had specifically asked for pink mochi, but somehow, the bag contained green, yellow, and purple ones. “jay, where’s the pink one?” “they didn’t have it, baby.” “but i saw pink ones in the display.” he paused. you paused. he slowly looked at the store behind him. “…wait here.” you grinned as he walked back inside. your husband was a patient man. a hardworking man. a man who could negotiate business deals without breaking a sweat. but apparently, none of those skills could save him from his wife’s mochi cravings. and honestly, you loved that for you. five minutes later, jay returned with a small box of pink mochi. he handed it to you with a proud smile. “there. happy?” you examined the box before looking up at him. “very.” “good. can we go home now?” you hummed, opening the box and taking a bite. jay watched you expectantly, waiting for some kind of appreciation. instead, you held the box toward him. “want some?” his face softened. “you’re sharing with me?” “no, i’m asking you to hold it while i fix my hair.” his smile disappeared. you burst out laughing. “baby, i swear—” “language, husband.” he pressed his lips together, grabbed the box, and opened the passenger door for you. “get in before i change my mind about being a good husband.” you climbed into the car, laughing as he closed the door. but just as he started the engine, you leaned over and kissed his cheek. “thank you, baby.” jay glanced at you, then at the road. then back at you. “you’re welcome.” you smiled innocently and returned to your mochi. he was quiet for a moment before mumbling, “you can’t just do that.” you blinked. “do what?” “kiss me like that after making me walk back into the store.” “why not?” “because now i’m not even mad anymore.” you laughed. “so the kisses are your weakness?” jay gave you a sideways glance. “you are my weakness.” you immediately covered your face with your hands. “oh my god, jay! who taught you to flirt like that?” “your husband. he’s a pretty handsome guy.” you threw a piece of tissue at him. by the time you arrived home, jay had already carried the shopping bags inside and arranged everything on the kitchen counter. you followed him, still happily eating your pink mochi. “baby?” “hmm?” “can you get me water?” he stopped arranging the groceries and turned toward you. “there’s water in the refrigerator.” you stared at him. he stared back. then you slowly placed a hand over your chest. “wow.” jay sighed. “what?” “nothing. i’m just remembering the man i married.” he looked at the ceiling as if asking for strength. “i’ll get your water, baby.” you grinned triumphantly. “i love you!” “i love you, too. unfortunately.” you gasped, immediately putting the mochi box down. “what did you say?” jay laughed as he hurried toward the refrigerator. “nothing, baby! i said i love you more!” “that’s what i thought!” he returned with your water, handed it to you, and kissed your forehead before you could come up with another demand. you smiled, satisfied. marriage was wonderful. especially when your husband was this easy to bully. later that evening, you were lying on the couch with your head resting on jay’s lap. he was scrolling through his phone while absentmindedly playing with your hair. you had finished the entire box of pink mochi, and now you were feeling sleepy. “jay?” “yes, baby?” “do you love me?” he looked down at you. “no.” your eyes widened. he immediately laughed when you sat up and stared at him in disbelief. “you—” (comsec++) #enhypen #enhypenpov #jay #jayenhypen #fyp

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