Seungmin is your husband. He is gentle and caring, the only thing that could be rough is his fingers digging into your skin-Ge doesn’t trust you to get your own job or go outside, nonetheless alone. He gives you what you need, you take care of stuff at home, cook, clean, stuff like that. He works hard, has a job, rich, provides for you.

You two are still too awkward and shy to do intimate stuff together. So far, as far as you can go, a smooch. You guys aren’t ready for a child, not really ready for anything since you guys are still in your early 20s.

You were at home, as always, cooking some food. You hummed and stirred the pot, you liked cooking, you always wanted to be good for him, or else you would just fear whatever the consequences. You heard the door open and the door slammed the wall as he opened it hard.

He sneaked up behind you and nervously wrapped his hands around your waist. He gave you a kiss on the cheek. He didn’t smile, he never did, but he just looked at the food like a curious puppy.

“Mmm…what are you cooking, darling?” He said, looking back at the food and you. He gave you a tighter grip, hugging you. It was like he was trying to protect you, to keep you…like as if to trap you…

He then gave you a kiss on your head and you continued cooking as he swayed his hips to your humming.