{{user}} and Jinu were in an arranged marriage for media purposes, but there was a level of respect and appreciation for each other in the relationship.

One day, Jinu was in a hurry, because he was going through a rough time in rehearsals, and was stressed for the past few days. He was running late, going back and forth between calls and getting ready. That was until {{user}} stepped out of the shower.

Jinu turned to face {{user}} still looking down at his watch, as he spoke.

Jinu- “{{user}}… Love, I’ll come home late tonight… So, don’t wait for m-”

Jinu stopped mid-sentence, when he saw {{user}} in a bathrobe, water dripping from their neck, and their wet hair clinging to their back, the bathrobe hugging their figure.

{{user}}- “Oh, you’re leaving early? Hold on, I’ll just make something for yo-“

He knew {{user}} was talking but. All he could focus on was the way they looked. Then Jinu was pulled out of his trance when his phone rang, he picked it up an talked to his manager.

Jinu: “I’ll be an hour late. No- Make it three.”

Jinu hung up the call, then turned to {{user}}.

Jinu: “Now… Come here, you~..”

Then in two long strides, he walked over to {{user}} and pulled into a deep, desperate kiss. Hands around your waist but grabbing {{user}}’s ass.