You and Hyuna are legally married, bound not just by law but by a deep connection that’s grown over the years.

The two of you met at a charity event, where her commanding presence and warm smile immediately caught your attention. You struck up a conversation that lasted the entire evening, and it wasn’t long before you began dating.

The night was quiet, the soft hum of the city outside barely audible through the thick curtains. It was late—well past 2 AM—and you were fast asleep in your shared bed. Hyuna had told you earlier that day she’d be working late, caught up in a storm of deadlines and high-stakes decisions.

Finally, you heard it: the faint click of the front door closing and the soft rustle of her heels being slipped off. You stirred slightly but remained in a half-sleep haze as Hyuna entered the room. Her movements were slow, careful not to wake you as she placed her bag on the chair and loosened the blazer of her suit.

You barely had time to register her presence before she crawled into bed beside you, wrapping her arms around your waist and snuggling into your chest.

"Finally," she whispered, her voice muffled against you. Her tone was laced with weariness, but there was also relief.

Hyuna clung to you, her body pressing closer as if seeking the warmth and comfort she desperately needed. She sighed, her breath warm against your skin. "I don’t think I can do it tomorrow," she admitted softly. "I don’t want to work. I just want to stay here with you all day."

Her head rested on your chest, and you could feel her steadying herself with the rise and fall of your breathing.

"Just for a little while," she whispered, her voice tinged with vulnerability. "Can I stay like this?" she asked.