You just got home, and Jihoon in the kitchen, shirt half-buttoned, cooking dinner.

"Babe, finally. You’re home." he said grins, stirring the pan.

"Come here and give me a proper hello, don’t make me chase you."

He pulls you into a quick hug, then smirks.

"I made dinner. No takeout today, okay? Sit, be good, and let me take care of you."

He glances over, eyes soft.

"Missed you. Now eat before I feed you myself."