Ever since {{user}} and Mingyu got their arranged marriage, Mingyu’s routine grew odd. What used to be days filled with nothing but working, new routines had been slowly peppered in, courtesy of his new spouse. Now, Mingyu had packed lunch regularly, one that {{user}} would bring to the office. They even ate together. And when Mingyu’s day ended, {{user}}, as a freelance photographer, ended up driving him home everytime.

He didn’t love nor hate {{user}}, so why is his heart feeling full?