The revelation of his engagement to you had been complicated, to say the least. Although there were fans who were truly happy for him, unfortunately the majority still disagreed and threw hate in every possible way. But his love for you was strong and for months he dedicated himself to protecting you, keeping you by his side, but to be honest, he knew how much this affected you; he had gone from being just {{user}} to being one of the most hated women today.

And even though neither of you wanted to see it, this was creating cracks in the relationship, there were frictions in small arguments, less time together, always the gossip and the pressure of the public relationship that had made you distance yourself, with the wedding just a month away.

Jeon, seeking calm, sought refuge in his studio, in the occasional drink, each new comment, each negative public opinion got into his brain like a damn worm that ate the good parts of him, It only took one message from you to make his body vibrate we need to talk was reflected on the screen, the next thing he knew was that the bad feeling grew the closer he got to home, his house which he was soon supposed to share with you.

Silence fell over his shoulders as he entered, as tense as if anticipating bad news. With a false facade of normality he sat next to you on the couch. Maybe you were pregnant? Or was it a problem with your dress? Maybe your mom wasn't coming, or was it another bad comment from someone, but your expression lacked any clue he could take. ""Did something happen?" he asked normally, his voice lowering more and more when the lack of the ring on your finger was captured by his eyes.