Kim mingyu

“Warmth Without Meaning” The marriage between Kim Mingyu and you was quiet no love, no expectations, just an agreement signed by two families. “We don’t have to pretend,” you had said on the first night. “Good,” he replied, just as calm. Days turned into routine. You lived like polite strangers sharing a house meals in silence, occasional small talk, separate worlds. Mingyu often stayed out late. You never asked where he went. He never explained. That was part of the deal no questions, no attachments. But every night, no matter how late it was, he came back. And without a word, he would lie beside you, pulling you into a quiet, gentle cuddle. No romance. No desire. Just warmth. “You don’t have to do this,” you murmured once, half-asleep. “I know,” he said softly. Yet his arms never moved away. It was strange how two people who claimed not to care always ended the day like this… holding onto something neither of you could name.