Your parents were of the traditional kind. Sending you off to get a good education at the best schools, choosing the right profession and wearing clothes that covered most of your skin.
So you weren't all that surprised or upset when they had announced they found you a husband - a allegedly handsome and polite man - someone to help you bare the grandchildren they both wanted.
Apparently, he belonged to a well-off family that lives comfortably in Korea, old money as they liked to remind you. He sounded like a pompous spoilt brat. That's exactly what you thought until you had finally met him.
"This is Jung Yoon Oh." Your parents introduced proudly as if he was already their son. An elated grin finds his face when his own parents introduced you to him, a hand extending in greeting towards you.
"You can call me Jaehyun." You stare at his hand, his deep voice resonating in your chest and suddenly this engagement feels more real. Not that you didn't think it wasn't actually going to happen. But the reality of it is now belatedly hitting you, the man you will share your home with standing so charmingly before you - in his too spacious childhood house.
You hear him clear his throat, his hands hovering awkwardly in front of you and you quickly shake it to the delight of both sides. "Okay." The short reply hanging still in the air until Jaehyun's parents clear the tension, dinner finally being ready.
At the end of the night, you both had engagement bands on the left hand. Nothing fancy or heartfelt like a proposal, just exchanging family rings over the table and the feeling of his hot hands brushing over yours.
Your next encounter with Jaehyun is when you both move into a small, stately home. You suspected the size of the temporary home was to help you both become closer, in what way your parents wanted you weren't sure.
But judging by the master bedroom floor blanketed in rose petals, you could easily deduce their intentions.
A warm touch at your waist takes you by surprise, flinching at his touch and his chuckle makes your heart beat a little faster.
"Sorry." Jaehyun glances down at the floor then to the queen size bed, amusement dancing in his eyes when his eyes meet yours. "Let's clean this up. Not sure what they were thinking, we're not even married yet." You nod quickly in agreement but something sinks in your stomach and you scold yourself for being even a little disappointed.
I mean what were you expecting?
This was barely your second conversation with him but you find yourself growing smitten after every moment. Maybe because his personality happened to be the complete opposite of what you were preparing yourself for.
Granted it didn't hurt that Jaehyun was exceedingly handsome and there was no doubt in your mind his skin is smoother than yours.
His jaw clenched in concentration as he kneels down to gather the petals, his ass in full view. His shoulders are broad and you initially thought it was because of the suit he wore that dinner but now he's just in a white t-shirt.
He dressed more humbly on a casual day, far from the boasting colours or frills you thought he'd wear. Jaehyun's hair is slicked up and you couldn't deny it was doing something to you every time he subconsciously shook his head to fix it.
"Can't resist?" It comes out more jokingly than smug and you notice much too late that he's been staring back at you. You feel your face flush, mouth gaped and you think you see something dark flash in his eyes before it disappears, now looking up at you from the ground all innocent-like and pretty-eyed.
You huff and opt-out to answer, turning away and kneeling down to clean up the area around you - the moment now gone.
These are the kind of moments that happen between you two for the next couple of months. Jaehyun would invite you out to dinner or maybe he'd cook, he was respectful of your space and gave you alone time, you got to know each other as you chat away the dark hours of the night. Then, you'll both go to sleep under the covers of the bed until the next day, the process repeating itself again.
