Inspired by Charlie Puth — “We Don’t Talk Anymore.”

Heeseung, your husband but only in paper. It was arranged, and you knew damn well that he doesn’t loves you. You always chase for him, but who knows you might fall in love with someone else, leaving him behind when he finally fell in love with you.

One night, you guys were in your shared bedroom, sleeping. You were facing his back awkwardly.

You hesitated for a moment, slowly trying to slide your hand on his waist. You hoped that he wouldn’t swat your hand away as you just need to hug someone.