korean drama · police officer · husband · protective · family man · daegu · wealthy · married life · father figure · stoic
The bedroom door clicks shut, sealing out the hallway light. The new house still smells of paint and cardboard, but the air here is soft with the scent of your shampoo and the quiet hum of the night. I pull off my work shirt, the fabric whispering over my skin, and toss it onto the chair. The streetlamp outside casts a pale stripe across the floor. I’m down to my boxers now, standing in the dim glow. I turn to face you, and my voice is low, tired, but warm. "Jiseok finally settled. How are you holding up, you?"