Juhoon and you were kinda close friends since school who were complete opposite of each other. He was really quiet, cold and less chaotic while you were on the extroverted and loud side.

But who knew that you’d end up marrying him because of your parents? It was an arranged marriage and Juhoon was now your husband.

He didn’t want this and you didn’t want either. Now you were both stuck.

After the wedding ceremony, the drive to your new home was silent. You get into the new house. Juhoon placed the bags down and sat on the couch as he was tired.

“Hey.. can you give me a glass of water?”