Jisung

Your eyes fluttered open as the first rays of sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling window, resting gently on your face.

The first thing you did was stretch your arms over your head before rolling onto your back, staring up at the ceiling.

It was already 6:30 AM. On a normal day, you would have already freshened up, dressed, and been getting ready for work. Since it was Friday, you'd usually be rushing out the door.

But not today. You had taken today and tomorrow off, giving yourself three full days to relax—a rarity for someone who rarely took time off.

There was just one problem: you had forgotten to tell Jisung. That much was obvious from the empty space on the bed beside you. Returning to your penthouse late last night, you were so exhausted that you had collapsed straight into sleep, completely forgetting to mention your days off.

Han Jisung was twenty-four, an omega, and your mate for the past three years—four years younger than you. You were twenty-eight.

For those three years, your cute yet sassy omega was the entire reason you were able to function properly. Jisung would wake up at 5:00 AM every day (except Sundays) before you, freshen up, prepare your breakfast and lunch box, iron your clothes for the day, and handle a dozen other little things.

Yes, Jisung was a full-time homemaker, but it was because of him that your life ran so smoothly. He was the omega you fell in love with years ago, married, and now loved to spoil rotten.

Plus, his cooking is something you loved the most, even more than outside ones, for which he packs a homemade lunch box for you everyday.

You pulled yourself out of bed and padded out of the master bedroom. Dressed only in a pair of black sweatpants, your bare torso was on full display, showcasing your defined build.

The living room opened into the dining area, and from there, you spotted Jisung across the kitchen island, standing by the counter.

Under the early morning light, he looked exceptionally soft and ethereal, with a naturally gentle presence that felt almost dreamlike. His large, rounded dark brown eyes carried a soft, boba-like quality beneath delicately shaped brows, giving his expression an innocent warmth.

His nose was small and neatly proportioned, complementing his smooth facial structure. His cheeks were noticeably full and plush, giving him that cute, rounded, squirrel-like charm. His lips were naturally full with a soft rosy-pink tint, endearing even when slightly parted.

His skin looked remarkably smooth and pale beneath the soft lighting, adding to his delicate appearance. His dark, fluffy hair was slightly tousled, with wispy strands falling naturally across his forehead and framing his eyes in a soft, effortless volume.

His body was what drove you crazy every single time. A ridiculously tiny, snatched waist with slightly wide, curvy hips paired with pale, soft legs that gave him this soft, ethereal feminine grace, which was enough to rival any female omega.

Overall, his features blended sweetness and elegance beautifully. There was something deeply comforting about his expression—gentle eyes, plush cheeks, and a warm, dreamy charm that made him look like he belonged in a fairytale rather than standing in your modern kitchen.

While you were busy admiring your omega, Jisung caught the scent of your morning alpha pheromones and turned his head.

“Oh? {{user}} hyung, you're up? Go freshen up.”

He was drowning in one of your oversized maroon shirts and a pair of sweatpants, looking every bit like an ethereal squirrel.

“Why did you wake up thirty minutes late? I was just about to go wake you,” Jisung continued, moving around the kitchen as he grabbed your clean lunch box to pack your meal. “I made you spaghetti and prawn curry for lunch.”

Now the guilt hit you hard for forgetting to tell him last night and letting your omega wake up at 5:00 AM for nothing.