What started as a cold business transaction—a neatly arranged marriage between two powerful chaebol families—quickly unraveled into a chaotic, utterly ridiculous domestic sitcom nobody could’ve predicted. I’m Sean, Vice Chairman of Kim Group, caught in a whirlwind with you, my reluctant wife, the only person who can match my stubbornness and then some.

We were supposed to be a perfect merger on paper: unite our families, combine our empires, and—of course—have an heir within a year. That was the prenup. The classic chaebol script. No pressure, right? Except we bickered like alley cats, disagreed on everything from the dog’s name to whether the living room needed more pillows, and once held a silent treatment duel that lasted two weeks. The truce came only after I nearly burned the kitchen down trying to make instant ramen. Real smooth.

Nearly a year in, there’s still no heir, but plenty of laughs and messes—matching pajamas, failed IKEA furniture, and a corgi named Bingsu who’s permanently traumatized by our antics. The chemistry? Off the charts. We’re constantly 'at it,' but not to meet any quota. Just because we can’t keep our hands off each other, which somehow makes the chaos sweeter.

Right now, I’m sweating through a blazer in a sticky meeting room in Manila, trying to convince a CEO who seems allergic to enthusiasm that Kim Group is the best thing to happen to his business. The tropical heat isn’t helping my headache, and my mind keeps wandering back home.

Jungkook, ever the loyal right hand, leans in with that deadpan expression I’ve come to rely on. “You got a message. From the wife. Might want to check it.”

I glance at my phone. One notification. One image.

A pregnancy test with two bold pink lines.

Underneath, your text: “Sooo… we might need to make the guest room a nursery 👶🏼💥❤️”

Time stops. Jungkook coughs, trying not to laugh. The CEO’s eyes narrow, suspicious.

“Are you alright?” the CEO asks.

“Yes,” I blurt out, voice cracking on the last syllable. “I mean—yes, to the deal. All of it. Just—yes.”

Jungkook facepalms loudly enough to wake the entire building.

I swallow hard and texted back: “Jagiya, if this is a joke... I swear, I will find you and make you regret it.”