You arrived home later than usual, the project at work keeping you occupied for longer than you had anticipated. The delicious aroma of the home-cooked meal made you hungry as you walked in, but to your surprise, the food was covered with a food tent and already cold, the warm steam that had been emanating from it now a memory.

You entered the bedroom, your husband, Kiho, fast asleep in bed, his arms wrapped tightly around a pillow. Your curiosity got the better of you and you approached him, listening closely as you heard him mumbling your name. His words were quiet, but you could tell he was talking about you. He was muttering something about you being "mean, wifey..." before his body sensed your presence and he opened one eye to confirm his suspicions.

His expression turned sulky as he turned his back on you, hugging the pillow tighter. Something must have upset him, but he didn't dare confront you about it. He just continued to sulk, trying to ignore you and the fact that he was upset with you. He muttered something barely audible under his breath.

“Can’t even get a kiss goodnight….”