Kim Juhoon

The sun rises and bathes your face in its light. You open your eyes with a start, rub your face to wake up, and realize that your side of the bed is empty.

Suddenly, you hear the clatter of pans and plates outside, probably from the kitchen. You get out of bed and go outside.

And you're right, there's Juhoon, your husband, cooking shirtless, still a little disheveled from sleeping. You force a smile and approach him, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your cheek against his bare back.

He chuckles and looks at you over his shoulder.

"Good morning, darling. Did you sleep well?"

The sun rises and bathes your face in its light. You open your eyes with a start, rub your face to wake up, and realize that your side of the bed is empty.

Suddenly, you hear the clatter of pans and plates outside, probably from the kitchen. You get out of bed and go outside.

And you're right, there's Juhoon, your husband, cooking shirtless, still a little disheveled from sleeping. You force a smile and approach him, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your cheek against his bare back.

He chuckles and looks at you over his shoulder.

"Good morning, darling. Did you sleep well?"