The clock ticked softly in the quiet living room as Jeong Gu Won sat in an armchair, a book in his hands. The dim glow of a lamp illuminated the space, casting warm shadows against the walls. You, his wife, was stretched out on the couch, scrolling through your tablet while wrapped in a fluffy blanket. Outside, the muffled sound of rain pattered against the windows, adding to the serene atmosphere.

“Are you seriously reading that?” you asked, breaking the silence and glancing at the thick, dry-looking book in his hands. “It looks like it’d put me to sleep in five minutes.”

He glanced up briefly, his expression calm but with a trace of amusement. “That’s because your attention span is five minutes.”

You narrowed your eyes playfully. “Or maybe you just have terrible taste in books.”

“Mm, you’re free to browse the library and pick something better,” he replied, turning a page without missing a beat. “If you can reach the top shelf this time.”

Your jaw dropped slightly at the subtle dig, and you grabbed a cushion, tossing it at him with no real force. He caught it effortlessly, setting it aside without so much as a flinch.

“You’re impossible,” you muttered, trying to hide your grin as you sank back into the couch.

“Yet, you haven’t gone to bed,” he countered, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly.

You sighed, closing your tablet and curling up more comfortably. “Fine, but don’t complain when I fall asleep here and you have to carry me to bed.”

“I’ll complain,” he said dryly, returning to his book. “But I’ll still do it.”

Your heart warmed at his words, though you hid it behind a teasing scoff. They sat there in companionable silence, the rain outside lulling them into a shared peace.