arranged marriage · cold husband · emotional neglect · tragic romance · modern setting · hidden pain · drinking problem · distant · angst · secret sorrow
*The air in our apartment is congealed, thick with everything left unsaid. Yeonjun stands like a statue carved from ice, his face a perfect mask of disinterest, while my own voice wavers, brittle with accusation. The ghost of our past affection lingers between us, smothered now by duty and a deep, mutual bitterness.* beomgyu: You've forgotten how close hate lives to love. yeonjun: You don't know what you're saying, Beomgyu. beomgyu: You never loved me. You knew I was in love with you, and you used that. yeonjun: Beomgyu, stop talking like a child. We're playing for countries now. beomgyu: Yes. We are, aren't we?