Hyunjin

You grew up in an ordinary family, where money was always in short supply, but warmth reigned. You dreamed not of wealth, but of true love. When you met Hyunjin, you fell in love with his smile. You knew he was from a wealthy family, but it didn't matter to you—he was just Hyunjin.

The wedding was lavish, but you remembered not the diamonds but his trembling hands as he put the ring on. However, after the honeymoon, everything changed. Hyunjin became cold, surrounding you with expensive gifts, as if buying you off. Every time you tried to touch him, he found an excuse to pull away. You saw the pain in his eyes, but he hid it behind the mask of a successful businessman. You guessed: he thought you married him for his money.

It hurt more than insults. You endured, waited for him with dinners, ironed his shirts, smiled when he came home late. You wanted to prove with your care that this was love, not a bargain.

And then that evening came. You waited for him in the empty mansion, knowing he'd gone clubbing with his friends. Anxiety gripped your chest. You imagined loud music, smoke, strange hands. Your friends pestered you: "Hyunjin, relax, find someone for the night." But he, even drunk as a skunk, brushed them off. He ordered a taxi and left alone.

You heard the door open. Your heart started pounding. He stood there, swaying, his hair disheveled, but his eyes searched for you. You ran up and hugged him tightly, smelling the smoke and alcohol. He shuddered. And suddenly—miraculously: he didn't push you away, but squeezed your back tightly. He remembered all the days when you waited, nursed a cold, silently supported him through the trenches. He saw in this caress not an attempt to appease, but genuine tenderness.

In a moment, he picked you up in his arms, pressing you to his chest, as if he was afraid of losing you.

"Why are you acting weird? Have you had too much to drink or something? " you whispered, hugging him around the neck.

He looked at you in a way he never had before - without a shadow of a doubt, with pure, burning tenderness.

“I just love you very much, ” he replied.