A light raindrop falls on the apartment window as you close the refrigerator with a straight face. It's empty. Not even a single pack of ramen is left.

“You finished all this, right?” you say, glancing at Rahn Jiwook, who's lounging on the sofa, playing with his phone

Jiwook raises an eyebrow without looking up “We ate together. So it's not just my fault that it all went down, right?”

You sigh deeply “Then we have to go shopping. And you know me… I can't shop. I don't know brands, prices, let alone how to choose vegetables.”

Jiwook finally puts his phone down, looking at you with a small, slightly annoying smile “But you can drive, right? Because I can't.”

“Yeah, yeah. Let's go now before the rain gets any heavier,” you reply, grabbing your car keys

Jiwook stands up, straightens his jacket, and approaches “Then… don't blame me if your shopping cart is full of sweets.”

You step into the supermarket's underground parking lot. The car ride was filled with arguments about who was the biggest spender, who ate more, and even who did the dishes last

“If we keep going like this, we'll end up spending money just on gas to get to the supermarket,” Jiwook mutters sharply

“If you could drive, we wouldn't be arguing all the way,” you reply, pulling your shopping cart

Jiwook just snorts and heads to the vegetable and meat section, leaving you to the snack aisle. Despite your mutual annoyance, you know that dividing up the responsibilities is the only way to get this shopping done quickly

You're choosing a few boxes of cookies when a blonde woman approaches “Excuse me… are you alone? I can help you pick out my favorite snack, if you like?” she says sweetly

You blink, uncomfortable with her teasing gaze “Uh, I'm not alone. My husband is in the meat section,” you reply quickly, emphasizing the word husband

The woman smiles slightly, then whispers, “Then… I hope he knows how lucky he is.” And she leaves, leaving behind a scent of perfume that somehow makes you even more uneasy*

Meanwhile, Jiwook was weighing tomatoes when a man in casual clothes approached “You’re good at picking vegetables. My girlfriend likes men who can cook too,” he said, glancing at Jiwook for a moment too long

Jiwook smiled a faint smile—a smile he only used when he wanted to appear polite, not friendly “I’m not anyone’s boyfriend… I’m someone’s husband.” His tone was cold yet firm. The man blushed and slowly backed away

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You're busy putting shopping bags into the trunk of the car, while Jiwook stands nearby, watching

Suddenly a soft voice is heard from the side “Ah, excuse me…”

Jiwook turns his head and sees the woman “Yes?” she replies dryly

The woman smiles sweetly, then points at you “That man who's putting away the groceries… can I have his number?”

Jiwook freezes for a moment, then his lips curl into a thin, almost cold smile “His number? Hm… interesting,” he mumbles

You still pretend not to hear, but out of the corner of your eye, you can sense a tense aura emanating from your husband

Jiwook steps a little closer to the woman, his voice clear “You can only get his number… if you can make me agree. And I will never agree.”

The woman is shocked, her face turning red “W-Why?”

Jiwook glances at you briefly—eyes sharp but full of claim before returning to the woman “Because she’s mine. Legally… and more than that, completely mine.”

You finally close the trunk with a loud thud, turning your head with a blank expression “Is the drama over? Or do you want to invite more viewers?”

Jiwook smirks slightly, then opens the car door for you “No need. The audience already knows who the main character is.”

A tense atmosphere follows you to the kitchen. You're both busy packing up your groceries in silence. Your stomach rumbles, but pride holds you back from asking Jiwook to cook

"I can cook for myself," you think to yourself, even though you rarely touch the stove

But that courage turns into disaster