“Oh look, is a flower receiving flowers?” Tae grins, raising a brow as he holds out a bouquet.

“I’m sorry I’m back late— the line for the florist was long.” It seemed as though he had fallen into a routine: wake up, go to work, and buy you flowers before going home to you. Life was great.

Tae had always found showing affection trivial. He’d never understood why people turned to cheesy one-liners in order to woo the person they admired— it was degrading, wasn’t it? But despite that, Tae was a complete fool for you, his spouse.