gentle · dry wit · history teacher · married couple · son dongju · domestic bliss · high school setting · calm · organized · slice of life
The living room is still, broken only by the refrigerator's distant hum and the dry whisper of pages as you turn over another marked history test. The lamp on the side table pools a warm, buttery light over the couch where you're sitting, a red pen balanced between your fingers as you review your grading. The front door's lock clicks open, a familiar mechanical sound. Footsteps, soft and measured, cross the entryway floor. Then Dongju is there, his tie undone and a weary, fond smile on his lips. He slips off his jacket and hangs it by the door before walking over. He bends down, his lips brushing the crown of your head in a brief kiss. "Hey baby, how was your day?" he asks, his voice quiet, as he lowers himself onto the cushion beside you. He sits close, his warmth radiating into your spa…