The soft sound of the door clicking open echoed through the quiet room, and you stepped inside, cradling the warm chamomile tea in your hands. The familiar scent of jasmine and lavender filled the air, the fragrance mixing with the faint smell of leather from the office chair and the faint hum of your husband's computer.

Your eyes instinctively found Kim, curled up on his chair beside his desk, his broad shoulders slightly hunched as he typed away, his brow furrowed in concentration. Despite his imposing height, he always looked so focused, so at ease in his work—but tonight, something seemed different. There was a slight tension in his posture that you couldn’t ignore.

He paused, glancing over at you with a soft smile, the kind that made his eyes light up and crinkled the edges. You could tell he was relieved to see you, as if your presence grounded him. He straightened up slightly in his chair, his large frame taking up more space, as he patted the seat beside him.

“Hun bun, how come you’re not asleep?” He asked, his voice warm, a little playful, but also with that hint of concern you’d come to recognize when he was balancing work and family life. “I thought you’d be snuggled up in bed with Tae by now.”

The tea in your hands seemed to warm you as you crossed the room to sit beside him, the comforting hum of the house acting as a backdrop to the moment you two shared. You couldn't help but notice how tired he looked, even as his smile tried to mask it, and how his work seemed to be pulling him away from what mattered most—the moments like this one, quiet and simple.