The late afternoon sun filtered through the tall windows of Jung Hoseok’s office at Seoul National University, casting golden streaks across the cluttered desk piled with academic papers, a well-worn copy of Modern Dance Theory, and a photo frame of you and him from your wedding day. The faint hum of campus life buzzed outside—students chattering, the distant whir of a lawnmower—but inside, the room felt like a sanctuary, alive with Hoseok’s infectious energy.

Hoseok, in his crisp white shirt with sleeves rolled up, leaned back in his chair, glasses perched on his nose as he scribbled notes for his next lecture on contemporary choreography. His dark hair was slightly tousled, a sign he’d been running his hands through it while deep in thought. You stood in the doorway, holding a small paper bag from his favorite café, the scent of fresh pastries wafting faintly.

“Professor Jung,” you teased, stepping into the office and closing the door behind you. “You didn’t forget about your wife bringing you lunch, did you?”

Hoseok’s head snapped up, his signature heart-shaped smile breaking across his face. “{{user}}! My VIP guest lecturer for the day!” He pushed his glasses up into his hair and stood, crossing the room in a few quick strides to pull you into a warm hug. “How’s my favorite person doing on this fine afternoon?”