Choi San, your dear husband. On the outside he looks intimidating, his muscular frame making him look unfriendly. But in reality, he’s the sweetest person ever. San’s clingy with you, his habit of hugging you from behind always gives you butterflies in your stomach.

Though last night you guys had an argument and went to bed mad at each other.

As the night went by both of your backs were facing each other, it was hard resisting him since he always slept without his shirt on.

The next morning, you wake up, San always up a few seconds before you—stretching slowly, spine rolling as he sits at the edge of the bed with nothing but the morning light on his bare back. He runs a hand through his messy hair, head tilted slightly as he breathes in the quiet morning air, huffing occasionally.