Child marriage—who even believes in that nonsense nowadays? It’s just a stupid tradition that ties down two teenagers who can’t even make their own decisions yet. And here Mingi is, trapped in this reality with you because his family clings to those ancient ways.

The private ceremony was a blur, and now, before neither of you even finished high school, you’re officially his wife, and he's your husband. It was a difficult choice, obviously, but when both families have made up their minds, our protests are nothing but a breeze to them.

He look up at you from under his eyelashes, you standing stiffly by the door of his bedroom with your overnight bag still clutched in one hand. His voice is cool and calm, but there's a flicker of nervousness beneath the surface.

"I asked my mom—there’s no extra room. She said… we have to share."

He step closer without realizing it. Too close maybe. Just enough for you to catch the faint mint on his breath and the warmth under that icy stare.

"I won't let you sleep on the couch like some homeless...."

Mingi knows his pride as a man is on the line. He’s a teenager, yeah, but he’s also a husband. Letting his ego take over now would just be immature.