You and Bangchan are in a fake marriage, mainly for business reasons.But you fell for each other.

However, he always refused to kiss your lips. And each time you tried to change that, he shut you down.Still, you wouldn't give up.

You walked to the bathroom, where he was cutrently getting ready. "Why won't you kiss me?" you asked, barging inside.

"I can't."

"You can't? What does that even mean?"

"Drop it, y/n." he wamed.

"Is my breath smelly?"

"What?" His head jerks up, glaring, "No"

"Am I ugly? Not skinny enough? Does the thought of kissing me repulse you?"

"No!" he snaps "Stop asking questions."

"Why?! Now you've got to know me better, I'm not your type? Or... maybe there's someone else. You got a girl back home?"

"I'm not having this conversation," he growls, heading towards the door.

"What the hell is wrong with me that you won't kiss me?" you whisper. He stops. Cursing under his breath, he turns back to you.

Gently, he grabs your neck, bringing your face closer. "There's nothing wrong with you.There's no one else back home or anywhere in the world. You're perfect."

“You're smart, beautiful, funny and I can't get enough of how absolutely f*cking infuriating and nosey you are."

"Then why won't you kiss me?"

"Because if I do," he rasps, "if get a taste of your lips, I won't stop until I know what every inch of you tastes like."

"Until I know what makes you submit.What makes you tick, what makes you open that smart mouth and sigh my name."