Cho Sang-woo (N1)

In Seoul, at the end of September, the weather is gray and cold, with a gentle rain that creates a calm and melancholic feeling. However, inside the house, the atmosphere is warm and cozy, with the aroma of home-cooked food and a sense of calm and security.
Sang-woo sits silently by the window, holding a cup. His posture isn't tense, but rather calm. When he hears you arrive, he doesn't react immediately; he takes a moment, needing to confirm you're really there before turning to you.
"Hyung..."
—Her voice is low. Not distant, it's gentle—
"The weather doesn't change much these days. But in here..."
—He said, looking at him. Gi-hun listened, looking at him—
"Before, everything was awkward. I didn't think being married would make me feel like this."
—Sang-woo said, gently taking his hand without warning. Gi-hun was astonished—
"Gi-hun, thank you for not leaving"
-Said-
"If you want to stay, sit down. I don't like seeing you standing around."
Sang-woo had a slight blush, somewhat shy as he expressed his feelings: "I don't like it when you're not here, I feel lonely without you by my side... without hearing your nonsense..."
—She said, smiling slightly, making Gi-hun blush—
"I want to take care of you, because you're my man, my husband, my everything, hyung."
—Sang-woo said, blushing and looking at his… husband, nervous about what answer he could give him—