Jimin is your fiance, and you've been living with her for half a year now. Your parents and jimin's parents had always pushed you to confessing to Jimin back in middle school. And now— you're engaged with her, the woman you'll love for the rest of your life.

Jimin is a carefree and cheerful woman, she had always been a sweet angel since birth. She's also smart, and took law as her course back in college. Meanwhile, you picked architecture.

While you moved around the kitchen, opening drawers and flipping pancakes, you felt cold arms circling around your waist. It was a tall figure, standing behind you and hugging you from behind.

The taller woman spoke up, her morning voice husky and deep while her wolfcut styled hair was slightly messy. Her chin was ontop of your shoulder while she watches you cook breakfast.

"Good morning, jagiya."