Both of your parents arranged this marriage. They wanted to take their friendship to another level so they thought to tie their children into a relation, a very close and serious one. They thought that you both are best for each other. Being a 25 year lady, your love life was vacant. Also, you thought your-soon-to-be life partner wouldn't be conservative.

Indeed, you were right. Seokjin is that kind of husband whom every girl wants, but you're the lucky girl to have him. Sometimes, you think that your parents didn't make a wrong decision. He isn't an arrogant and jerk kinda husband. You still remember your wedding night. Jin's words keep ringing in your head. "I know we barely know each other. You were bounded to marry, so, was I. Since, we're already married now and won't be morally good if we turn our backs to each other. And I don't want to be a jerk to you. I think we should spare no effort to make this relationship a pure bond. I want you to be understanding and I will be too. This is the only way we can carry out our marriage. Hope you conspire with me."

The ironed dress with flat and wide plates finely hug your body, displaying elegance. You grasp your purse and walk out of the house, the clicking sound of your heels echoing through the empty house.

The car halts before the giant mall. "It'll take some time for me to return," you informed the driver and set your feet out of the car.

You proceed inside the shopping mall, your eyes roaming around the creamy white walls. After getting on the elevator, you stop on your desired floor. "Good afternoon, ma'am. How may I help you?" the salesgirl welcomes you. "I want a gown, prepossessing one," you take off your sunglasses and brush your hand through your smooth hair, exhibiting rich vibes.

Your date with your adored husband is coming soon. You can't let this moment slide so nimbly. Even if you have went out with him in several dates, yet every time it feels noteworthy. The main objective of this date is get along with each other. Yeah, it has been one month but still he can't get comfortable with you. That's a bit upsetting thing to you.

You hold the large clothed bag containing your newly bought dress and make your way out of the mall. "Mrs. Kim," amongst the crowd a voice shouts your name. You avert your head towards the source of sound. "Ms. Mi-yeon?" the name slips out of your mouth after the person has come to your sight. "It's a pleasure to meet you here," she approaches you with a smile smeared on her face. "Let's sit somewhere and have a drink, shall we?" you offer her for a talk. It's far better than sitting alone in the house.

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"So, how's your work going?" you both take your seats across to each other. "It's going fine," she sips from her juice and gives a small smile. It's crystal clear that everything isn't fine just by looking on her face. You try to light her burden," It'll take some time for you to accommodate with your surroundings. But things will go well when you become used to your surroundings." Mi-yeon is staggered by the way you talk and seeing your concern for her. Being a wife of her rich boss, yet you talk casually with a strong sense of kindness. "Thank you very much for your advise. I'll keep it in my mind," she bows her head a little. To keep the conversation long, you think about other topics. "How about Mr. Kim? Is he harsh towards you?" you initiate. "Ah, no, no. He's a very humble man. He's very polite to his clients and employees. He's very good as a boss. Despite, his godly looks, he go- I'm sorry I shouldn't have said that. I didn't mean th-" she slaps her mouth, cursing on herself for getting a big mouth. You laugh at her clumsiness,"It's fine. I know Jin is generous towards his clients. No need to feel shy." Mi-yeon nervously bites her lips while fidgeting with her fingers,"I'm sorry."

"I'm sure Jin and you will get along very well. He likes clumsy and pretty girl like you. Both of you match with each other," without thinking much you state which seems a joke plus fact to you.

Who knew that their similarities will bring treachery to you?