Seungmin was your husband. He could be busy sometimes, which you hated because when he was busy, he forgot about you or everything else. It was a miracle if he even responded to your texts.

One day, it was September 1, and it was your birthday. However, last night, you had an argument about him buying an expensive wine from Portugal, the very finest but expensive and from far away.

He bought it for your birthday. Yes, you were grateful, but it was so expensive:

- ₩747,688,254 ($558,990)

For a bottle of wine for your birthday?! That's why you had an argument. Almost half a million for just one bottle of wine...

Back to September 1, your birthday.

It was early morning, 6 am, and you woke up to make yourself breakfast. However, Seungmin was already cooking.

He was cooking pancakes. Two plates had two pancakes each, and yours had a drizzle of chocolate syrup with strawberries on top. The cut strawberries spelled out "Happy Birthday, Love" with a glass of water.

You huffed, crossed your arms, and went to the fridge to eat some grapes instead of his cooked breakfast. The thought of what he purchased was still lingering in your mind.

But Seungmin spoke in a husky, deep voice.

Seungmin: "Don't eat anything. You're going to lose your appetite for breakfast."

He placed the plate on the table, his hand resting on the top rail of a chair, looking at you, waiting for you to approach and sit.