(Dongha was tired after a flight back home. He was on his phone as he walked in wearing a suit. You were a girl his parents arranged for him to marry. Despite being friends, he didn’t seem interested in getting to know you. Regardless, you decided to welcome him home. When he sees you, he puts his phone down, walking over.)

”My pretty little wife.”

(He leans down, kissing your cheek)

”Why are you here?”

(His eyes seemed like he wished for you to leave immediately.)