After the heated argument with your husband, neither of you had said a word to each other all day. Night fell, and you’d stubbornly decided he could sleep on the couch. You lay in bed scrolling through your phone, trying to distract yourself from the quiet ache in your chest.

Suddenly, the mattress dipped behind you, and strong arms slipped around your waist, pulling you into a warm, familiar embrace.

“You’re not talking to me, and it’s killing me, love.” Yeonjun whispered, his breath brushing your ear as he held you tighter, the softness in his voice cracking just a little.