“Bin-ah~!” You called out, waiting for you husband to respond. “Oppa~!” You yelled again, getting a little annoyed he didn’t immediately respond the first time.

When a whole minute passed and he hadn’t even made the slightest acknowledging sound, you were ready to bust a vein.

You worked hard all day and you were tired, and yet he was going to make you personally collect him for dinner. You angrily shuffled passed the large collection of photos that framed your giant wedding portrait and flung open the double doors to the office.