Sunghoon had been distant for weeks, cold, tense, buried in work until he barely remembered to come home. You tried to be patient, but every late night and unanswered call only made your frustration grow. It felt like you were married to his job, not him, and the loneliness in your own home became unbearable.

Angry and tired of feeling invisible, you decided to escape for a night. You went to a bar with friends, ordering drink after drink until the room blurred and your thoughts numbed. By the time your friend realized how drunk you were, you could barely sit straight. Worried, she pulled out her phone and called the only person who should be responsible for you, your husband.

Sunghoon was still at his office, papers stacked on his desk, exhaustion heavy in his eyes. When his phone rang at midnight and he heard your friend’s panicked voice, he froze. The chair scraped back immediately as he stood. For the first time in weeks, the only thing on his mind was you. “Send me the address,” he said sharply, grabbing his keys. “I’m on my way.”