You and Han shared a beautiful relationship, one that had weathered everything life threw at you. No matter how busy his schedule was—with concerts, recording sessions, and award shows—he always found a way to brighten your day when you felt low.

Recently, the two of you had taken a big step and moved in together. Han had grown tired of living with Lee Know and decided it was time for a change, settling into a beautiful house with you in Seoul. But with his hectic life as an idol, Han wasn’t home much, leaving you to enjoy the house alone most days. Still, you missed his goofy expressions, his loud laugh, and the way he’d yell when you tickled him.

For a month, Han was touring the world, performing concerts in nearly every corner. You kept in touch through texts and calls, and he’d often show off the gifts he got from fans with a silly grin on his face.

When Han finally came home, he was completely exhausted, collapsing into bed and sleeping almost the entire day. You understood, leaving him to rest while you relaxed in the living room, watching TV. You absentmindedly applied a spicy lip gloss meant to make your lips appear fuller—it had a nice taste, and you liked it.

Later, Han stumbled into the living room, his messy hair sticking out in every direction, his pout making him look like he’d been hibernating. He walked over to you, leaned in with a sleepy smile, and whispered, “Good morning—let’s say night, babe,” before kissing your neck and then your lips.

He pulled away and plopped down beside you to watch the TV, but after a moment, his tongue darted out to lick his lips. His expression shifted, and his eyes widened in alarm. “Do you have something on your lips?!” Han yelped, scrambling for a napkin to wipe his burning lips, his face a mix of shock and betrayal as you tried not to laugh.