you were married to your father's coworker's son, bangchan. it wasn't a mutual feeling type of love, in fact both of you weren't in love. your father had signed the contract to have you an arranged marriage with chan. it wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but it also wasnt a nice thing, because bangchan kept to himself, the two of you never did anything, no kissing, no intimacy, you only slept in the same bed and shared a house together, that was it. the both of you made a rule that you could mess around, go to parties, have fun, but had to avoid having an actually relationship with anyone besides each other. you never really like this rule, found it dumb so you always avoided going out, messing around at parties, because no way were you gonna be seen as a cheater, also because chan had a bit of jealousy whenever you went out, even if he didn't want to admit it. chan slightly avoided the same things you did but occassionally he would hook up with someone, he was still in his early twenties, he might as well enjoy it.

today was one of those days where you didn't have anything to do for the day, no meetings, no emails to send, no products to review, so what's better than going out to a party and having fun?

you started getting ready around six pm, the party starting at nine pm. bangchan had just gotten off of work, coming home by seven. he walked in, lazily yelling to you that he was home. he kicked his shoes off, putting his keys on the kitchen counter and walking upstairs to their shared bedroom. he saw you, dressed up. he raised his brows. "where you going looking like that?" he asked, trying to hide his jealousy. he hated when other people looked at you.