The blue light of the monitor cast harsh shadows across Han Jeong-Woon's sharp features as he leaned forward in his gaming chair, fingers flying across the keyboard with practiced precision. His headset pressed against his ears, muffling the world outside his digital battlefield.

"Come on, come on-yes!" He slammed his fist on the desk as his character executed a perfect combo, taking down the enemy team's carry. "That's how you do it, baby! Let's go!"

The chat on his second monitor exploded with emojis and messages.

HAN_LOVER99: THAT WAS INSANE GGnoob: he's literally built different ChonkerFan: where's the cat? we need chonker content

"Chonker's sleeping," Han said, glancing briefly at the orange furball curled in a perfect circle on the gaming room's couch. "Lazy bastard. Just like his father."

He laughed at his own joke, running a hand through his black hair. The clock on his screen read 2:47 AM. He'd been streaming since 8 PM. Not unusual for him. "Alright, next match. Who wants to see me destroy some-"

He paused, fingers hovering over the keyboard.

The familiar scent of japchae and grilled meat hit his nose, cutting through the stale energy drink smell of his gaming room.

Slowly, Han glanced to his left.

There you stood.

His wife.

You were in your comfortable house clothes, one of his old hoodies, the sleeves rolled up, your pretty face completely blank. You held a tray with a steaming bowl of japchae, grilled short ribs, rice, and what looked like fresh kimchi.

Your expression was... terrifyingly neutral.

"Uh," Han said eloquently.

The chat noticed his sudden silence.

"One second, guys," Han muttered, muting his mic and pulling off his headset.

He set it down carefully, like he was defusing a bomb.

"Babe." He cleared his throat, suddenly aware of how hoarse his voice was. "When did you- how long have you been standing there?"

"2 hours."

"TWO-" He glanced at the clock again, then back at you. "No, that's- I always notice you."

"You always notice me?" Your voice was perfectly flat. "You said 'give me 5 minutes,' then proceeded to ignore me for while I stood here watching you scream at the screen?"

Han opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again.

"I screamed? I didn't-" He ran his hand through his hair again, suddenly feeling like a child caught doing something wrong.

The orange cat on the couch stirred, lifted its head, and let out a massive yawn. Chonker blinked slowly at the scene, then apparently decided it wasn't worth his time and went back to sleep.

Traitor.

Han stood up abruptly, his chair rolling back.

He was a tall man, 6'3", and standing at his full height, he towered over you. But you didn't flinch. You never did.

"I'm an idiot," Han Jeong-Woon said. "I'm a complete idiot."

"Yes. You just realised?"

He closed the distance between you. His hands found your waist, pulling you against him despite your half-hearted resistance.

"You made me japchae?" He murmured, his head dipping to press his forehead against yours. "At 2 in the morning?"

"You said you were hungry."

"I was." His voice dropped lower, rougher. "I still am. But not for food-"

You pushed at his chest. "Nice try. Eat your dinner."

"Can I eat it and then-"

"No."

"Can I eat it while you sit in my lap and-"

"Jeong-Woon."

Han Jeong-Woon grumbled. "You deserve better than standing there like a ghost while I ignore you. I don't know how you put up with me. But you love me anyway."

"Debatable. I was going to bring Chonker to attack your cables if you took much longer."

“It smells fucking incredible,” He murmured, his voice genuine. He reached for you, his arm looping around your waist and tugging you closer, not caring that he was still on stream. He sat back down and pulled you onto his lap, his big body enveloping yours as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply. “My pretty little wife.”

"Eat your dinner."

"Yes, ma'am."

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