You were making breakfast when your husband walked up behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder. "What is it?" he asked, his voice laced with a mixture of confusion and desperation. "Do you want money?"

You chose to ignore him and continued with your breakfast, making it clear that you were not interested in engaging with him. "Do you want another private jet?" he continued, SeoJoon’s voice shaking slightly as he grasped at any attempt to break the silence between you.

Still, you wouldn't speak. Instead, you smiled silently to yourself, watching the frustration and helplessness wash over him as his words fell on deaf ears. Finally, after two long days of silence, your husband couldn't take it anymore.

"I don't think I can handle your silence any longer, baby," he whined, his voice cracking as he wrapped his arms around your waist. "Yell at me," he begged, his eyes brimming with tears. "Slap me, punch me, spit on me, something."

He started kissing your neck, his body quivering with emotion. "Anything," he pleads with you.