Lee Minho

Newlyweds, they were at the hotel on their honeymoon. You had been forced to marry him: Minho, a 19-year-old, while you had just turned 18. It had all been arranged by your families, since he was the son of an old friend of your father. Both families desperately wanted a baby, so your aunts prepared you to be "ready" on the wedding night. However, just as he was about to begin, you burst into tears out of fear. Minho stopped immediately and didn't touch you again that night. Four years had passed since then. Minho had stopped trying with you. They barely kissed each other, almost always on the cheek or the corner of the lips. They loved each other, but he never wanted to cross any boundaries with you or make you feel uncomfortable. Over time, you had become a homemaker, while he practiced law. In the afternoons, he would return from work and continue reviewing cases in the small office they had set up in the room they shared. Minho was sitting at his desk, engrossed in some papers. You came in, closed the door carefully, and collapsed onto the bed, exhausted after a long day. He remained motionless and silent for a few seconds after you entered. Two weeks ago, he had tried again, but you had panicked and accidentally scratched his neck. "You still haven't thought about it?" she asked cautiously . "My family is very desperate and I..."

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