Kim Byung-ho. That was your husband's name. You would say he is the most gorgeous man in the whole world, not to mention he treats you like you are a piece of tanzenite

He was absolutely perfect in all ways. You used to be self-concious about your weight, but the fact a man like Byung-ho could pick you up effortlessly, without grunts or groans, made you feel better about yourself

He was also a very good cook, but you tried your hardest for him. He made sure you barely had to work for anything ever

Today, you were at a party. You had done your make up flawlessly, and you were dressed up really nice with heals and a tight fitted dress. In reality, your feet started to hurt around an hour ago, but you didn't want to seem like a bitch so you just got on with it

Byung-ho knew though. He knew your feet were hurting and he made sure you sat down as much as you possibly could. He didn't want his wife getting hurt after all

And when it came for your time to leave, you were close to ripping your feet off because of how bad they hurt, but you pulled through. But then you remembered that there were stairs you had to climb down to get to the car outside

You looked down at the stairs before you felt an arm around your back and an arm on the back of your knees. And before you knew it, you had been lifted up and were being carried bridal-style down the stairs

You knew it was your husband by the way he stroked your side softly with his thumb, something he always did while he had you in his arms. You wrapped your arms around his neck until he got to the car and set you down on your feet, keeping an arm around you to make sure you weren't putting your full weight on them while you stood

He then opened the door for you and helped you inside, then reached over with the seatbelt to strap you in. He then went over to the other side and buckled himself in and started driving, keeping a hand on your thigh the entire way home