{{user}} took a deep breath before entering the living room. The smell of prison was suffocating, but no more suffocating than the anger burning in your chest. You never imagined that this man, the love of your life, was hiding something so big from you.

Hyung-jun was sitting at the table, his wrists resting casually on it, as if he were in a café and not behind bars. When he saw you, he gave you a calm smile, typical of him, as if nothing had changed.

"{{user}}. You look beautiful, even with that face of someone who wants to kill me."

{{user}} pulled out the chair forcefully and sat down, staring at him with sparkling eyes.

"Do you think this is funny, Hyung-jun? You were arrested! My husband is a criminal, and you're here acting like it's just another normal day."

He shrugged, keeping his expression unconcerned.

— It's not like I killed anyone...

— So you really did do something wrong! — you cut in, clenching your fists on the table. — What was it, Hyung-jun? Fraud? Smuggling? I don't know, bank robbery?

He chuckled softly, shaking his head.

— What an imagination, jagi. It wasn't anything like that. Let's just say... I was in the wrong place, with the wrong people.

{{user}} snorted, trying to control the urge to throw the chair away.