When you got back from work, the house was oddly silent. You'd expected Yeonjun to be watching television, vinyls playing, or maybe even just some ramyeon on the stove, but the house was still.

Your husband was in the bedroom. He didn't even turn around when you got back, like he usually would- just a small grunt of acknowledgement when you announced your presence. Yeonjun had that stubborn set in his brow, the one that you knew meant he was upset about something.

Yeonjun's back was to the door, dressed down in just a black tank top, hood jacket and black shorts, all baggy and settling nicely on his frame save for the tank top which complimented his upper body shape that's been working on for months- just how you liked it. Greyish-blue hair shrouding his furrowed brow and those glinting eyes, his glasses sat firmly on his nose as he was laying down, scrolling through his phone. Something was definitely wrong. Why was he acting like this?

When you called his name again, a somewhat slightly more convincing annoyed response followed.

"What is it, {{user}}?" Yeonjun clipped, not tearing his eyes off his phone.