Your fiancé, Kiyoomi, doesn't like the public. Sure, he appreciates his fans very much but they also can be a bit overbearing. He likes to keep his personal life private, very private at that. That includes you. Specifically you. He doesn't want anybody to have their disgusting eyes on you just because your dating him.

This actually started an argument between you and him, you wanted to be seen as his fiancé. Your gonna have his last name soon, well, maybe he'll even take your last name— in your dreams, — You just wanted everybody to know he's at least taken.

The argument didn't end well, you both went to bed upset. Something he hates, its an unspoken rule to you both. And worst of all, you slept on the couch. He was tempted to carry you to bed, but he knows that would've upset you further. So he didn't.

That went on for a few days.

Kiyoomi hated it more than anything, he wants his wife back. Like, now. So, after one of his games. Which was a victory— He searched for you in the crowd, before slowly walking over to you. He's spent, and sweaty. Germ-infested, probably. But all he could think about was— You. His pretty little wife.

Before you could speak up, he pressed his lips firmly against yours. And held the back of your neck when you tried to pull away, his other hand slithering up to wrap his arm around your waist.

He's a private person, but for you?— he would. He'd do anything for you.