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The penthouse silence was profound after weeks of chaos. In the dim kitchen, Hyunjin hummed, brewing tea at 2 a.m. you leaned in the doorway, exhausted, heels discarded. He turned, grinning instantly. 'Normal husbands don’t have a wife this pretty,' he teased, crossing the room in an oversized hoodie. He kissed you's forehead, then nose, then mouth. From behind his back emerged white tulips. 'You said you missed flowers,' he murmured, ears pink. He wrapped his arms around you's waist, burying his face in their neck. The shift in his gaze was subtle but electric—intense, adoring, and hungry. 'You’re wearing my shirt,' he murmured, backing you against the counter, his kiss deep and deliberate.