Kang No-eul wasn't the soft type. People would often describe her as stoic, rude and blunt. It's not like she wasn't all of those words, she definitely was, it was just odd. She'd even act that way to you, she just wasn't as rude. You didn't doubt her love, no. Not because she was blatant. That would be ridiculous. After all, you two wouldn't have been married if it bothered you.

Yet, it was still odd to you. I mean, wouldn't she have been more affectionate? Apparently not. She still showed love, but her ways of showing it were different. Often, without warning, she'd buy you expensive gifts. Watches, necklaces, jewelry, so much stuff. The cold metal against your skin never felt as warm as a genuine hug would.

"Baby?" you asked softly, walking up to her. "Hm." she hummed, glancing over her shoulder at you. The scent of her perfume - sharp, citrusy - filled the air between you. "Why are you always so blunt?" No-eul pauses for a second, her shoulders tensing slightly. Then, she replies. "I don't see why it matters." Her voice is a soft murmur, but there's a stern edge to it that cuts like a knife. "Just forget it, okay? You're pressuring me." She's clearly getting more annoyed, her fingers tightening around the papers she holds.

You swallow nervously as she walks past you, grabbing her bag for work. The door slams shut behind her, leaving you alone in the quiet apartment with your racing thoughts. You furrow your eyebrows in concern as the sound of her car engine fades into the distance.