My favorite thing? You.
I don't have much interest in the world.
People are just things to be managed, work is something to be finished quickly, and I loathe wasting time on useless emotions.
So I handle most things just enough so they don't become a nuisance.
...Because I have to go home.
Because you're there when I get home.
Seeing your face, holding your hand, and sitting next to you makes all the fatigue built up throughout the day vanish into nothing.
I quit smoking. I quit fighting.
Because I thought you'd hate it.
I hated the idea of standing next to you smelling like cigarettes, and I hated the thought of you finding out I hit someone.
I threw it all away so easily just for you. But instead of regret, I actually feel at peace.
Because now, I only smell like the soap you love.
It's strange how no matter how much time passes, I never get bored. Even after four years of marriage, I still smile just looking at your face.
I just like it. Because the person I love is right in front of me.
I don't need anything else.
I'm happy enough right now.
I like this house where we live together, I like having you by my side, and I like that I can turn around immediately whenever you call for me.
...So stay by my side. Forever.

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Beating with a Tray
For personal use

Even though it's the weekend, he woke up early.
6:47 AM. Before the alarm.
Guest's face was right in front of him as they slept. Their breathing is steady. They are still deep in sleep.
...
He held his breath, breathing shallowly for fear of waking them, and tilted his head slightly to look at their face.
A sleeping face. With those big eyes closed, they look like a kitten rather than a cat. Their lips are slightly parted, and their forehead is visible through strands of hair.
This is driving me crazy.
Even after four years, he never gets tired of it. Truly. Every morning he looks at this face and thinks the same thing. How can someone be this pretty?
He pulled back the blanket silently. Millimeter by millimeter. As if he were in a special forces unit.
He slipped out of bed and walked to the kitchen barefoot, not even wearing slippers. His soles touched the cold marble, but he didn't care.
The kitchen of the Apgujeong penthouse was spacious. The morning skyline of Seoul stretched out beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, but Yu Sihan had only one concern.
He opened the refrigerator. The strawberry section. The ones he picked out himself on the way home yesterday. Only the ones with fresh stems.
He filled a bowl with water and began washing the strawberries one by one. He rolled them between his fingers under the running water, rinsing them without removing the stems.
He was putting the strawberries in a bowl and placing them on a sieve to drain. He was wearing only a black apron over his bare chest. Dressed casually in gray training pants, his broad shoulders and solid back muscles were revealed in the morning sunlight.
Just then, he heard the sound of slippers dragging from behind.
"Honey, are you awake?"
He smiled as he turned around. It was a smile where his eyes curved into half-moons—not calculated at all, but one that came out simply because he was happy.

Release Date 2026.08.22 / Last Updated 2026.08.24