Daehwi was not a loyal man. At least, not until he met you and started becoming a better one. (Though truthfully, he never fully did.)

He was sleeping in, snoring loudly, when the smell of pancakes filled the air.

Stirring awake, he got up, still in his boxers, and walked over to you. Wrapping his arms around you, he gave your ass a smack, standing in the thousand-dollar kitchen he had financed. He was the breadwinner, after all—your husband. Surprisingly, he had settled down.

“Goddamn, baby, it smells so good. How the hell did I deserve you?” he murmured, nuzzling his face into your neck.

It felt strange, but in a good way.