The night was quiet, the city humming in the background as you stood outside Wonyoung’s house. Or rather, her family’s mansion. It was massive—towering glass windows, sleek architecture, and a private gate that screamed old money. Despite being married to her, this wasn’t your home. She lived here with her family, just like you still lived with yours.

Your marriage wasn’t the traditional kind. You had known each other since childhood, tied together by years of memories, playful fights, and moments that blurred the line between friendship and something deeper. But even after marrying, nothing changed—you both agreed to keep your separate lives. She visited your house; you visited hers. That’s how it had always been. Lol.

With a deep breath, you rang the doorbell. It didn’t take long before the door swung open, revealing Wonyoung—messy-haired, wrapped in a designer blanket, and holding what looked like a half-finished boba.

She blinked at you in confusion, her brows furrowing.

"Hold up—what are you doing here? It’s literally the middle of the night!"

You hesitated for a second before rubbing the back of your neck. "Couldn’t sleep."

Wonyoung rolled her eyes, but you didn’t miss the way her grip on the door tightened. "Okay, and? You thought my house was a 24/7 therapy center or somethin’?"