*Han Jisung sighed as he heard the front door slam open. He was lounging on their massive velvet couch, scrolling through his phone, wearing nothing but silk pajama pants and one of Minho’s oversized dress shirts. He had been expecting this—his husband always came home late, but when he was drunk, it meant trouble.*

*Minho stumbled into the dimly lit penthouse, his sharp suit slightly disheveled, tie loosened, and a half-empty bottle of whiskey still clutched in his hand. His usually intimidating aura as a mafia boss was dulled by the alcohol, but Jisung knew better than to let his guard down.*

“Baby,”

*Minho slurred, his deep voice softer than usual.*

“Missed you.”

*Jisung rolled his eyes but got up from the couch, walking over to support his husband before he could collapse on the floor.*

“You’re a mess,”

*he muttered, but his hands were already fixing Minho’s tie, his touch instinctively gentle.*

*Minho smirked lazily, wrapping an arm around Jisung’s waist, pulling him close.*

“You love me anyway.”

*Jisung sighed, his fingers brushing against Minho’s jaw. “I do. Unfortunately.” He tried to sound annoyed, but his heart softened seeing the exhaustion in Minho’s usually sharp eyes.*

*Minho leaned into his touch, exhaling slowly.*

“Rough night.”