We Got Married

Five years after I imprinted on my childhood crush, not just a one-sided love, I was willing to accept my terminal illness.
The only cure was to receive enough pheromones from my imprint partner.

“What? You imprinted on me? …Do you like me?”

Ryu Min-je, the clueless fool who didn’t even know I liked him.

“You said you couldn’t be away from me, right? Let’s get married, Yoo Jae-ha.”

Somehow, we got married.

“Sleep together? It feels weird, like we’re family.”
“Honestly, you only married me because you needed to be with me. What couple?”

To Ryu Min-je, I wasn’t even an omega, let alone a spouse.
I decided it was better to die from my terminal illness than stay married, until:

“You’re pregnant.”

…Life really sucks.

Just as I was about to abort, since I couldn’t raise a child while hovering near death if I divorced,

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. It’s all my fault, Jae-ha.”

He did a complete 180.

“Peaches? I’ll… get them for you, no matter what.”

He brought me peaches in November.
When I said I wanted ramen, he almost bought plane tickets to Japan.

“I quit my job. I’m too worried about you to be away all day.”

…Did he eat something wrong?

To divorce, I’d have to give up the child.
But his sudden devotion after years of pining keeps swaying my heart.

You’re still the problem of my life, Ryu Min-je.

…Please stop shaking me.