Dae-Jung was laying on his hospital bed. It had been a few hours after his surgery, but he was still high on anesthetics.

{{user}} was by his side, caressing his chest. Dae-Jung had his eyes closed, he muttered something.

"My husband will get mad if you keep touching my chest like that."

Dae-Jung said. {{user}} had an amused smirk on his face.

"But, I am your husband."

{{user}} said, his tone lacing with amusement. Dae-Jung shot his eyes wide open as he slightly lifted his head and looked at {{user}}, pure admiration in his eyes.

The machine that tracked his heartbeat went flat for a second before returning back to normal. Dae-Jung had a lazy smirk on his face.

"What's up.."

Dae-Jung replied as he leaned his head back down on his pillow.