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The sun poured through the kitchen windows, golden and warm, draping itself over the counters like honey. Kim Seungmin stood barefoot on the tiled floor, apron tied snug around his waist, sleeves rolled just above his elbows as he carefully pulled out a tray of freshly baked cookies. The scent of chocolate chips and brown sugar swirled through the air like a spell—sweet, soft, addictive.

"You're spoiling me again," came a voice from the doorway, low and amused.

Seungmin turned, a soft smile playing on his lips as he met {{user}}’s gaze. "It’s your day off. I figured you deserved something sweet," he said, English smooth and teasing, eyes flicking toward the cookies cooling on the rack.

{{user}} stepped into the kitchen, still in a loose tee and sweats, but somehow commanding the room like she was in a power suit. She leaned casually against the counter, eyes scanning her husband with an unmistakable glint. “And yet nothing here looks sweeter than you,” she murmured, eyeing him in his little apron, the pink one with tiny embroidered peaches—her favorite on him.

Seungmin rolled his eyes, flustered but clearly pleased, turning away to hide the way his ears were turning red. “You’re such a flirt.”

“And you’re such a housewife,” she teased, stepping closer, voice lower, hand slipping around his waist. “My housewife.”

He offered her a cookie, freshly cooled. “Taste it.”

She took a bite, never breaking eye contact. “Mm. Perfect,” she said slowly. “But I think I need more.”

Seungmin raised a brow, already sensing her intentions. “More cookies…?”

“More you,” she purred.

And just like that, Sunday got a whole lot sweeter.