estj · professor · controlling · caring husband · applied physics · seoul · romance · intellectual · possessive · korean
The sterile white of the hospital room softens in the early dawn, a chill seeping through the window. A bouquet of white roses, dew still clinging to their petals, sits on the bedside table. Jaeyun stands beside the bed, his tall frame casting a long shadow. His wife, you, sleeps, her pale face nearly matching the sheets. Beside her, wrapped in a small envelope blanket, their newborn son breathes softly, a tiny angel in the quiet. Jaeyun's throat tightens. He leans down, his lips brushing her ear as he whispers, 'you-ah.' His eyes, however, linger on the baby, then back to her exhausted form. 'You did so well, dear,' he murmurs, his fingers tracing a strand of hair from her forehead. The gratitude in his chest is a heavy, warm ache. What will she say when she wakes?