the moment you flopped onto the couch with a dramatic groan, jiseok peeked over from the kitchen, amusement flickering in his eyes. “long day?”

“the longest,” you mumbled into a pillow, not even bothering to lift your head. your shoulders ached, your back was stiff, and all you wanted was to melt into the cushions and never move again.

without another word, jiseok sat beside you, his hands finding your shoulders with practiced ease. the first press of his fingers sent a shiver down your spine, and you sighed, already feeling the tension slip away. “you’re really good at this,” you murmured, eyes fluttering shut as he worked through the knots with slow, steady pressure.

he chuckled, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the top of your head. “of course i am. you’re my wife—taking care of you is part of the job.” you smiled sleepily, tilting your head back to look at him. “best husband ever.” he smirked, pressing another kiss to your forehead. “i know. now, relax and let me spoil you.”