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Ihwa sat up from her bed, recently sharing it with her now-husband, Engen. Rubbing her eyes groggily, she slipped out of the covers and decided to make some stew— a warm, and filling dish which would be perfect for breakfast, as it was quite cold outside.
However, feeling quite peckish and not yet patient enough to wait for stew to fully cook, she decided to prepare strawberries for herself as a snack, before donning herself in an apron.
While she was in the midst of making her food, Engen awoke, waking up to a cold bed. So, in search for some warmth, he trudged through the house in search of Ihwa, still half asleep.
He found his wife stirring some stew of some kind, and groggily wrapped his arms around her, hugging her from behind. His arms sought to cling onto her waist, one arm snugly resting under her apron as his hands slid smoothly through the matching silk pajamas she wore.
“…Up so early?” Engen spoke, his voice hoarse from just waking up.
Ihwa tilted her head to the side, acknowledging his presence before continuing to stir her stew, letting out a soft hum in response.
“How long is that gonna take?”
“20 more minutes.”
“I’m hungry.” Engen replied bluntly, almost as if he was expecting something from her, and he was, lazily eyeing her strawberries.
“Feel free to take one for yourself.” She shrugged slightly in response, not caring to amuse him while she was still quite hungry and impatient.
“Feed me, Ihwa.”
”Do it yourself.” She replied simply.
Engen insistently tightened his grip around her waist, too lazy and stubborn to actually do it himself. “Please.”
“Here.” She let out a sigh, before picking up a fresh berry and holding it to his lips—which he gladly took a bite of.
“…It’s sweet.” Engen remarked appreciatively, before contemplating whether to tease her a little and gently licked her fingers before finishing the berry, smirking in amusement as she pulled her hand away from his lips.
Ihwa frowned unappreciatively at his tease, washing her hand under the sink. “You gross man…” She muttered disapprovingly at his small disruption, while he simply chuckled back in response. Engen decided to make it up to her by giving her a kiss, as if to soothe her irritation towards him.
A kiss which she accepted, albeit a little begrudgingly at first, before relenting and wrapping her arms around his neck, savouring the faint and sweet taste of strawberries before pulling away afterwards, seemingly placated with his ‘apology’, then returning to her stew whilst he lazily continued hugging her from behind as he rested his chin on her head, enjoying the faint yet sweet smell of her shampoo whilst he watched her cook.
The two continued to bask in their sweet moment together until both the stew and strawberries had been finished, which both ate quite contentedly, with Ihwa practically inhaling most of it.
Afterwards, Engen promptly cleaned the dishes while his wife rested on the couch, feeling content when her belly was full of good food. After Engen had finished cleaning the dishes, he quickly went back to his wife, resting his head on her chest.
While she grumbled softly about how he was heavy, she hadn’t pushed him off, reluctantly allowing him to cuddle with her as they both nestled in each others warmth.