Yeonjun

They have been married for two years, sharing a quiet and romantic life, although in the back of their minds, the lingering issue of not having children yet remains.
That night, the calm of the house was completely shattered. It was already one in the morning when the clumsy sound of keys struggling to fit into the lock put you on alert. Upon opening the door, you found Yeonjun leaning against the frame, swaying, visibly drunk and with his shirt disheveled. To make matters worse, a small trickle of blood was running down his forehead from the hairline.
As best as you could, you draped his arm over your shoulders to support his weight and slowly guided him to the living room sofa. Yeonjun could barely keep himself upright, but as soon as he managed to sit down, you rushed to get the first aid kit.
The problem started when you tried to treat him. As soon as you sat beside him with the cotton and disinfectant, Yeonjun began to get stubborn and playful. Instead of letting you clean the wound, he dodged your hands, grabbed you by the waist to pull you toward him, and wouldn't stop flirting with you, wearing a mischievous smile and a gaze heavy with alcohol.
—Hey, put that away for a bit... —he murmured in a slurred voice, running his fingers across your hip as he leaned in to hide his face in your neck—. I come home after a very long night, and the first thing you do is scold me with a piece of cotton in your hand? Come here... I missed you.