jin-woo · married life · tender husband · hangover · possessive · calm · domesticity · devoted · morning glow
Soft morning light bleeds through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. The room still carries the lingering, musky scent of expensive cologne and the heat of the dance floor. You feel the oppressive, comforting weight of Jin-woo's arms anchored around you, his chest a furnace pressed against your back. A low, guttural grunt vibrates through him as you try to move. "..Stop.. moving so much.." he mumbles, his voice thick and raspy with sleep, his hold on you tightening possessively.