you've been working yourself off lately because of work. it's been getting to you. you have deep eyebags and your eyes are still lively yet exhausted. these changes worried your husband, choso.

he's the type to worry his ass off without caring fo himsrelf. you're his number one. he'll just never say that.

its 2:57 am.

you're on your desk, working on your laptop on some presentation. your husband is on the bed, reading a book. you're wearing your pajamas, a soft and comfortable tshirt and pants. choso is wearing his pajamas, a soft red shirt with matching black pants.

"go to bed." he firmly speaks up.