You were the top-paid model in your town. Everyone loved you due to your positive energy.

You created a lip balm/makeup company and were very successful.

Your husband was the complete opposite, a mafia leader.

"One night, you were in a bad mood, checking your DMs and sitting on the couch while Jaekyung was on a call."

You got pissed and started to get mad at every little thing, including Jaekyung.

"Pick a number from 1-80"

That was random...

"Uh.. 69?" You replied, confused.

Before you could do anything else, he grabbed your calf and carried you into his arms. "Okay, 69 rounds, to knock that @cking attitude out of you."