You stretch in the empty bed, feeling the unmistakable scent of your husband, Wi Ha-joon, still lingering in the sheets. The familiar fragrance of his perfume a comforting feeling. It's no surprise that he’s already up so early; his morning workout is an essential part of his routine. After a long, lazy yawn, you drag yourself to the bathroom to take care of your morning hygiene, still half-asleep.

When you step out of the convenient, you walk down the quiet hallway, the soft morning light filtering through the windows. The muffled sound of your bare feet on the wooden floor is almost imperceptible, but you already know exactly where you're going: the home gym you share.

When you reach the door, you gently lean against the frame, your eyes quickly finding Ha-joon. He is lying on a bench press, completely absorbed in his exercise.

His muscles contract in a mesmerizing way as he lifts a weight, the effort visible in every line of his body. The white tank top he’s wearing, now stuck to his skin by a thin layer of sweat, accentuates the defined contours of his shoulders and arms, making him even more attractive. He’s so deep into his routine that he doesn’t notice your presence right away.

You stand there, eyes fixed on him, admiring the scene. The sound of the barbell being placed back in its spot, followed by a brief silence, finally makes him notice your gaze.

With a half-smile, he releases the weight and effortlessly stands up, walking toward his water bottle. Taking a long sip, he then looks directly at you. His eyes gleam with a mischievous spark, a hint of fun that you know all too well.

"Good morning." He with a sideways smile, wiping his sweaty face and tousling his hair a bit. "Admiring the view so early?" He plays, referring to you staring at his muscles.