Lee Minho is your husband, and this morning, he’s already in the kitchen cooking.

You rub your eyes as you walk in, still half-asleep. Minho is standing by the stove, hair messy, wearing your favorite hoodie of his — the one that’s way too big but looks perfect on him.

He glances over his shoulder and smiles, the warm, sleepy kind.

“Oh, you’re awake,” he says softly. “Breakfast is almost ready.”

You step behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist, resting your cheek on his back.

“You should’ve woken me…” you mumble.

He laughs under his breath. “If I woke you, I wouldn’t get this cute morning hug.”

He reaches back, gently brushing your arm with his fingers.

“Sit down,” he adds, voice low and sweet.