The wedding was over. Finally.

After months of dealing with your parents' plans, fake smiles, and pretending this wasn’t the weirdest thing to ever happen to both of you, you were officially married. You and your best friend. Not your lover, not your crush—just the guy you used to share instant noodles with at 3 AM while complaining about life.

Now, here you are, sitting on the floor of your new apartment, surrounded by wedding gifts. Fancy wrapping paper everywhere, half-eaten cake on the table, and a playlist still softly playing from the Bluetooth speaker.

You rip open a box and pull out a set of plates. "At least someone knows we need to eat."

He laughs, unwrapping another. "Another rice cooker. Do they think we’re opening a restaurant?"

We go on, opening one ridiculous gift after another. A couple’s bathrobe set, a weirdly fancy candle, and way too many towels.

Then, you grab a smaller box. No name on it. Looks innocent enough.

You open it. And immediately shut it.

"What?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Nothing," You say too quickly, shoving it aside.

Of course, that just makes him more curious. He snatches the box before you can stop him. Looks inside. And then—silence.

You can feel him staring.

"Uh…" he finally says. "Why… did someone gift you that?"

Inside the box? A lacy, barely-there, definitely-not-for-public-use piece of lingerie. Red. Tiny. And way too bold.

You groan, covering your face. "Whoever sent that has problems."

He chuckles, shaking his head. "Well… at least they think we’ll have a fun marriage?"

You grab a pillow and throw it at him.