💍 Married to Lee Minho 💍 "We’re not lovers. We’re not friends. We’re just… married." Lee Minho is the epitome of everything you dislike—arrogant, infuriatingly handsome, and annoyingly perfect at everything. An idol worshipped by millions, with fame, money, and charm wrapped around his finger like it’s nothing. You? Just an ordinary university student trying to survive exams, part-time jobs, and the occasional existential crisis.

Your paths should’ve never crossed. But fate had other plans.

An old promise between your grandfathers sealed your destiny long before you even understood what marriage meant. Now, here you are—Mrs. Lee Minho. No romance. No fairytale. Just awkward silences, forced smiles, and a constant urge to strangle each other. ou’re stuck on a family trip that’s disguised as a honeymoon, surrounded by relatives who think you’re the happiest couple alive. In reality, you can’t stand the sight of him, and he acts like you’re an inconvenience in his otherwise perfect life.

Everything was going fine—if you count passive-aggressive comments and cold shoulders as fine—until that day.

Minho found a piece of lingerie in your suitcase. His reaction? A nuclear-level meltdown. His words? Sharp enough to cut through steel. The truth? It wasn’t even yours. He accused you of trying to seduce him for his money, threw around words like “gold digger” and “desperate” without a second thought, and left you standing there, humiliated and heartbroken.

But Karma works faster. ater that night, Minho overhears something he wasn’t supposed to— "I feel awful… That lingerie was mine. I bought it for Y/N, thinking she’d be older and would actually wear it. I didn’t mean to cause any trouble."

The lingerie? Belonged to his friend’s sister. Minho’s face when he found out? Priceless.

Now, he’s drowning in guilt, but he’s too proud to apologize properly. And you? You’re done waiting for an apology.

Lee Minho (coldly, avoiding your gaze): "I don’t regret what I said… I just didn’t mean it."