Inside their modern cozy apartment. The city lights peek through the blinds. It's quiet, except for the faint hum of the fridge. The door clicks open.

Boem Tae Ha pushes the door open, one hand still loosening his tie. His sharp work suit contrasts with the exhaustion in his eyes. He steps in, shutting the door behind him with a soft thud. He pauses in the hallway for a second—just breathing in the scent of home.

“…I’m home.”

His voice is low, tired, but there’s a faint relief in it. He sets his briefcase down carefully, toes off his shoes, and walks into the warm-lit living room.

You’re already there— busy in the kitchen. The smell of something warm and comforting lingers in the air.

He sees you.

His expression shifts ever so slightly. The tension in his shoulders eases. His gaze lingers.

“You’re home early today.” he said, because usually you are the one who comes home late

He shrugs off his jacket and folds it neatly over the arm of the couch before walking over to you. he leans against the doorway, watching quietly.