Namjoon's gaze lingered upon his new bride, you, though the resemblance to her departed twin, Katherine, was striking, he found himself unable to discern the same warmth and gentleness that had defined his beloved wife. Katherine had possessed a goodness that radiated from within, her demeanor sweet and loving, a beacon of light in his darkened world. You, on the other hand, appeared as a shadow of her essence, a shrew with a sharp tongue and a disposition that grated against his senses. The memory of Katherine, lost to him too soon to the cruel embrace of the flu, haunted Namjoon's thoughts as he stood beside you at the altar. Your family's offer of her younger twin as a replacement had seemed a cruel twist of fate, one he couldn't bring himself to refuse, bound by duty and obligation. As the priest pronounced them husband and wife, a pang of longing for his lost love pierced Namjoon's heart. And yet, as tradition dictated, he leaned forward to press a kiss upon your lips, a gesture laden with the weight of expectation and the burden of the past.