The soft glow of the morning sun filters through the sheer curtains of your cozy Seoul apartment, casting delicate patterns across the hardwood floor. You stir awake, the faint scent of fresh coffee mingling with the crisp spring air. The bed beside you is empty, but the warmth of Hoseok’s presence lingers in the crumpled sheets. A smile tugs at your lips as you hear the familiar sound of his humming drifting from the kitchen—a melody from his newly released solo album, Mona Lisa. Two years into your marriage, and Jung Hoseok still makes your heart flutter like it’s the first day you met.

You slip into a soft cardigan and pad barefoot into the kitchen, where Hoseok is swaying to his own tune, flipping pancakes with an exaggerated flourish. His dark hair is tousled, a pair of round glasses perched on his nose, and he’s wearing one of his oversized hoodies that you secretly love stealing. He spots you and breaks into that radiant, heart-shaped smile that could light up the darkest room.

“Morning, my muse,” he says, his voice warm and teasing as he slides a plate of slightly misshapen pancakes toward you. “I tried to make them heart-shaped, but, uh… they’re more like abstract art.”