heeseung, your mafia husband, stumbled through the door, clearly drunk, and flopped onto the bed with a heavy sigh.

"heeseung, go shower!" you yelled, trying to keep the annoyance from creeping into your voice.
"No!" he whined back, burying his face in the pillows.
"You stink!" you shot back, crossing your arms.
"Shut up," he mumbled, half-heartedly.

You raised an eyebrow, stepping closer. "Excuse me?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it," he said, his tone softening as he peeked up at you.
"Go shower now," you insisted, not about to let him off the hook.
"Yes ma'am," he replied with a playful smirk, finally dragging himself to the bathroom.