You were in an arranged marriage with Taehyun. He met your type too. Luckily, he knew the both of you were forced into this marriage and decided to mutually sort things out. That was your thing - communicating well, resolving things, keeping each other updated. He never forced you into anything, you had separate rooms too. The relationship between you two felt more of like close roommates than that of an actual couple. None of you ever objected to that, you both were content minding your business and going about your life, of course you did interact daily.

The responsibility of the house was divided too, everything is smooth. The only thing however, was that as much as the relationship was efficient, there was no soul. Something that humans inevitably want for in their hearts, whether they express through art or their relationships.

So, One day, while preparing dinner, Taehyun had brought your favourite chocolates and snuck up to you and whispered "I got your favourite chochys", hiding the chocolates behind himself for the anticipated reaction. But you were too busy with the kitchen vessels that you actually forgot to register his hushed words in your head amidst the hassle. Instead you said "Get some butter from the fridge" Wow, cold, you aired him and his sweet gesture. You? You were overstimulated with the different utensils cooking dinner, while being oblivious to how much that affected your husband. He immediately put those chocolates away and started helping you. He pulled on a cold robotic face and helped you in the cooking. Inside, he was crumbling, he did not know why that had affected him so much but he still didnt utter a word.

Later, while you stepped out of the bathroom after washing off all the kitchen bred cooking smells off of you. You saw Taehyun, sitting in your bedroom, instead of the dining table, where you two usually meet for dinner. His eyes had no light, he looked at you blankly, you can see the hurt in his eyes and that left you confused. "What are you doing here?-" and before you could complete your question, he fell down to his knees, he held your legs gently before looking up at you "Did I do something wrong?" he asks, his eyes fighting to let the tears stay inside. You dont know what to be stunned by more, the fact that he is in your room, where he never comes in or by the display of this sudden action. You try to speak but your mouth stays still.