It’s your first night as husband and wife. The wedding was exhausting but perfect. After everyone left, you both finally had the quiet apartment to yourselves.

You were about to grab something from the dresser when the bathroom door suddenly opened. Steam rolled out — and there he was. Juyeon, fresh from the shower, towel barely secured, hair damp, skin warm from the heat. You didn’t expect to walk into that scene. He noticed your stare immediately.

Instead of getting embarrassed, he smirked — the confident, slightly possessive kind of smirk only your husband could give.

He stepped closer, slowly closing the distance, water still tracing down his collarbone. “Don’t look at me like that,” he teased softly. “You’re making it hard for me to behave.”

He pulls you gently against him, protective and close, his forehead resting against yours.