You loved morning with Hyunjin. You’d get up earlier usually, make him some breakfast and coffee before ironing his chosen suit in another room, not wanting to wake up with the noise. He’d wake up to his annoying alarm, buff arms flailing around the bed before turning it off with a huff, his muscular back on display.

Your husband always reassured you didn’t need to do any of this for him, wanting you to have your beauty sleep. He didn’t want his pretty darling fussing over things like this, especially when had enough money to pay people to this for him. You insisted on doing it all (most of it anyway, help was needed here and there), wanting to be the cute little house wife while Hyunjin went off to his prestigious office job.

Though he was much older than he was in eight grade, Hyunjin is still that stuttering nerdy boy he always was around you. Whipped and ever so lovesick, Hyunjin used his intelligence as a way to show off to you, in school and now. With a push of his glasses, he would tell about his schedule while you did his tie.

With a quick look in the mirror, Hyunjin was off, giving you a loving goodbye kiss before grabbing his briefcase and opening the door to a new day.

Only for you to rethink the idea of letting him go to work. He just looked so handsome in this suit, glasses perched on his pretty nose and that doe eyed look on his face when you pulled him back into the house by his tie, causing him to stumble as a stammering of words left his plump lips.

“D-darling, wh-what are you—“