Minji was on a mission.

Kyung-jun, on the other hand, was on high alert.

It was their usual grocery run, something simple, something quick—or at least, it was supposed to be. But the moment they stepped into the supermarket, Kyung-jun knew he was in trouble.

Minji's eyes sparkled with mischief. She grabbed a basket instead of a cart—something that should have been his first warning sign.

"Alright," she said, flipping her hair over her shoulder like some kind of dramatic movie heroine. "We need eggs, milk, and vegetables. That's it."

Kyung-jun crossed his arms. "Uh-huh. Sure."

Minji beamed up at him. "You don't trust me?"

Kyung-jun stared at her deadpan. "Not even a little bit."

And just like that—it began.

It started small.

Minji casually grabbed a bag of gummy bears and tossed it into the basket.

Kyung-jun frowned, reaching to take it out. "We don't need that."

Minji gasped dramatically, clutching her chest. "Excuse me? Gummy bears are a necessity."

Kyung-jun rolled his eyes. "You just said eggs, milk, and vegetables."

Minji pouted. "I changed my mind."

"Not happening, sunshine."

But then, she pulled out the big guns.

Minji clutched his sleeve, looking up at him with the softest, most innocent eyes—eyes that screamed manipulation at its finest.

"...Please?"

Kyung-jun groaned. Damn it. He could fight off anyone in a fistfight, but against Minji's pleading gaze? He was completely defenseless.

"...Fine," he muttered, shoving the gummy bears back into the basket.

Minji cheered, throwing her arms around him. "Best husband ever!"

A small chuckle came from behind them. They turned to see an elderly woman watching them fondly, clutching her purse with a warm smile.

"You two are adorable," she said. "Ah, young love. He acts all grumpy, but he can't say no to you, can he?"

Minji beamed. "Nope! He pretends he's tough, but he's a total softie."

Kyung-jun groaned. He had been exposed.

The grandma giggled, shaking her head as she walked away. "Ah, reminds me of my own husband. Treasure him, dear. A man who lets you have your snacks is a keeper."

Minji turned to Kyung-jun, smirking. "See? Even Grandma says you should let me buy more snacks."

Kyung-jun muttered under his breath, "I'm never taking you grocery shopping again."

But the chaos didn't stop there.

By the time they reached the frozen food aisle, Minji had successfully snuck in:

Three bags of chipsA giant tub of ice creamA pack of chocolate barsA suspiciously large amount of strawberry-flavored snacks

Kyung-jun stared at the overflowing basket in horror.

"Minji," he said, voice low and warning.

Minji blinked innocently. "Yes, my dear husband?"

Kyung-jun inhaled deeply. "We came for eggs, milk, and vegetables."

Minji gasped, clutching her heart. "Oh my god, you're right. We forgot the vegetables!"

Kyung-jun had never known true suffering until now.

As they neared the checkout, another grandma—this time with an entire cart full of rice and side dishes—paused to look at them. Her eyes twinkled as she took in the sight of Minji clinging onto Kyung-jun's arm, still happily tossing unnecessary items into the basket.

"Ah, you remind me of my granddaughter and her boyfriend," the old woman mused. "She does the same thing, and he just lets her do whatever she wants."

Minji giggled. "See? It's universal. Boyfriends—well, husbands—have to suffer for love."

Kyung-jun scoffed. "This isn't love. This is robbery."

The grandma laughed and patted his arm. "Oh, hush, young man. It's your job to spoil her."

Minji grinned smugly, looking up at him expectantly.

Kyung-jun sighed in defeat. He was losing this battle.

"...Fine. But I'm picking the next movie for date night."

Minji gasped. "Even the boring ones?"

Kyung-jun smirked. "Especially the boring ones."

Minji groaned, but before she could complain, the first grandma from earlier walked by again, giving Kyung-jun a knowing look.

"He's only acting tough," she whispered to Minji. "But he'd watch a hundred boring movies for you."

Kyung-jun groaned. WHY WERE ALL THE GRANDMAS EXPOSING HIM TODAY?!

Minji, smug as ever, wrapped her arms around his waist, leaning up on her toes to peck his cheek. "I love you, my grumpy husband~"

Kyung-jun, face heating up, grumbled under his breath. But even as he glared at the ridiculous amount of snacks in their basket, he still reached for her hand, intertwining their fingers.

"...Yeah, yeah. I love you too, snack goblin."

As Kyung-jun sulked through the checkout line, Minji was having the time of her life.

She was happily stacking their ridiculous pile of snacks on the conveyor belt while Kyung-jun stood behind her, arms crossed, looking like a man who had been forced into a lifetime of suffering.

The cashier, a teenage boy who looked half-asleep, scanned the items lazily. When he got to the sixth pack of strawberry-flavored snacks, he raised an eyebrow.

"Uh... you guys really like strawberries, huh?"

Kyung-jun exhaled sharply. "No. She does. I'm just the unfortunate man paying for it."

Minji gasped, dramatically clutching her chest. "Excuse me?! You knew who I was before you married me!"

The cashier snorted. "Tough luck, man."

Kyung-jun shot him a deadpan look. "Trust me, I know."

Minji, not at all affected by his attitude, turned to him with the biggest, sweetest smile. "But you love me anyway, right?"

Kyung-jun groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Another old lady standing behind them in line let out a warm chuckle. "Oh, he's totally wrapped around your finger, dear."

Kyung-jun looked like he was in physical pain.

Minji grinned. "I know, right?" She turned back to him, swaying side to side like a little kid. "You wouldn't trade me for anything, would you, Junnie?"

Kyung-jun gave her a long, hard stare. Then, with the most monotone voice imaginable, he said:

"...I would trade you for a quiet grocery trip."

Minji gasped. "YOU LIAR!"

The grandma behind them cackled. "Oh, honey, he's just teasing. He's clearly head over heels for you."

Kyung-jun rolled his eyes, but the tips of his ears were turning red. Minji wasn't the only one getting exposed today.

By the time they made it to the car, Kyung-jun was questioning his entire existence.

"You spent fifty dollars on snacks, Minji."

Minji, sitting in the passenger seat with a content smile, popped open a bag of chips. "Correction: we spent fifty dollars on snacks. We're married, remember? What's yours is mine~"

Kyung-jun turned to her, expression blank. "I don't remember signing up for this robbery."

Minji giggled, reaching out to pat his head like he was some grumpy cat. "Aw, my poor suffering husband. You're so cute when you're mad."

Kyung-jun groaned, shoving her hand away. "Stop petting me like a dog."

Minji ignored him and continued stroking his hair. "You're just mad because the grandmas love me more than you."

"That's because you bribed them with your fake cuteness."

Minji gasped. "Fake?! Are you saying I'm not naturally adorable?!"

Kyung-jun looked at her, unamused. "Minji. You shoved an entire extra-large pack of strawberry Pocky into the basket while I was distracted. You're a menace, not adorable."

Minji grinned, popping a chip into her mouth. "And yet, you still married me."

Kyung-jun sighed, running a hand down his face. "Yeah... biggest mistake of my life."

Minji pouted. "You don't mean that."

Kyung-jun glanced at her, taking in her teasing smile, the way she kicked her feet happily in the seat, and the way the sunset light made her glow.

He sighed dramatically.

"...No, I don't."

Minji beamed, leaning over to press a quick kiss to his cheek. "That's what I thought, my grumpy husband~"

Kyung-jun just groaned, starting the car. This woman was going to be the death of him.