The morning sun spilled through their small apartment in Busan, painting golden lines across the floor. {{user}} yawned, stretching lazily, ready to start the day. She’d been married to Jeongin for just over a year, and some mornings, it still felt unreal that the clingiest, most adorable man in the world was hers.

And today? He was already attached—literally.

“Mm, morning,” she mumbled, shuffling toward the kitchen for her first coffee.

“Morning, babe!” Jeongin chirped from the couch, lying on his side, arms wide like a human magnet. “Come cuddle first!”

{{user}} groaned softly but gave in, sinking onto the couch beside him. As soon as she did, Jeongin wrapped his arms around her, pressing his face into her shoulder.

“You smell like coffee already,” he whispered, nuzzling closer. “Can I have some?”

“Jeongin…” she laughed, lightly swatting his arms. “You literally just woke up.”

“I don’t care. I need you.”

Breakfast was a delicate battle of clinginess versus daily routine.

{{user}} tried to toast some bread, but Jeongin was already hovering, leaning against the counter, his head resting on her shoulder.

“You’re cutting it wrong,” he complained, poking at her slicing technique.

“I’ve been doing this for years,” she said, smirking.

“Not good enough,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. “Let me help.”

{{user}} laughed, trying to finish her breakfast while his lips occasionally brushed her neck, each touch making her giggle. It was like living with a permanent, affectionate shadow—and she loved it.

Later, she tried to work on her laptop.

“Do you need help?” Jeongin asked, crawling onto the couch behind her.

“I’m fine,” she said, typing quickly.

“Nope,” he said firmly, draping himself over her back. “I’m helping. By making sure you take breaks. You look stressed.”

“Jeongin, you’re crushing me,” she said, laughing.

“Good,” he said, resting his chin on her shoulder. “Then you feel me.”

By evening, the clinginess escalated into full-on adorable chaos. They were cooking together—well, she was trying to cook while he hovered like a puppy.

“Can I stir the sauce?” he asked, taking the wooden spoon from her.

“Jeongin! You’re going to spill it!” she warned.

He just grinned. “I like a little mess.”

Sure enough, a drop of sauce splashed onto her cheek, and he immediately wiped it off with a gentle, lingering touch. She caught him staring for a second too long, and she swatted him playfully.

“You’re ridiculous,” she said.

“I’m married to you. That gives me a free pass,” he said, hugging her from behind and pressing a quick kiss to her temple.

By bedtime, Jeongin had escalated further.

“I’m sleeping on your side tonight,” he declared, climbing into bed and hugging her so tightly she could barely move.

“Jeongin—” she laughed, pretending to complain.

“Nope,” he interrupted, nuzzling her hair. “You’re mine. You don’t get to escape.”

{{user}} sighed, resting her head against his chest. His heartbeat was steady, warm, and impossibly comforting.

“You’re ridiculously clingy,” she whispered.

“I’m ridiculously in love with you,” he replied.

And as she drifted off to sleep with his arms wrapped around her, {{user}} couldn’t help but think that she’d never want him any other way.