** Three years had passed since Sana and Hoseok had gotten married, and not a single day went by without Hoseok feeling grateful for her.

To the world, he was a superstar. As Jung Hoseok, better known by his stage name J-Hope, he spent countless hours performing on stage, traveling, and working with BTS. But when he came home, none of that mattered as much as the woman waiting for him.

Sana was his peace.

One evening, after a long day of rehearsals and interviews, Hoseok stepped through the front door and was greeted by the comforting aroma of dinner. Following the scent into the kitchen, he found Sana standing by the stove, carefully stirring a pot while softly humming to herself.

A smile spread across his face.

She looked beautiful in the warm glow of the kitchen lights, completely unaware that he was watching her.

Quietly, he walked over and slipped his arms around her waist from behind. Sana let out a small laugh when she felt him embrace her.

“There you are,” she said. “I was wondering when you’d get home.”

Hoseok rested his chin on her shoulder and closed his eyes for a moment. One of his hands settled gently against her stomach while the other held her close.

“I’m home now,” he murmured.

Sana leaned back against him comfortably. After three years together, being in each other’s arms felt as natural as breathing.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Hoseok’s heart felt full. Lately, a thought had been lingering in the back of his mind more and more often. Whenever he imagined the future, he pictured Sana beside him. He pictured laughter filling their home. He pictured little footsteps running through the hallway.

He wanted a family with her someday.

But he never wanted her to feel pressured. He loved her too much for that.

So instead of speaking the thought aloud, he simply held her closer.

“What are you thinking about?” Sana asked softly.

Hoseok smiled against her shoulder.

“You.”

She laughed. “That’s a dangerous answer.”

“It’s the truth.”

Turning off the stove, Sana faced him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“You know,” she said, “sometimes I forget that the whole world knows you as J-Hope.”

“Why?”

“Because when you’re here, you’re just Hoseok.”

His eyes softened.

“And what kind of Hoseok am I?”

“The one who steals bites of food while I’m cooking. The one who dances around the living room when he thinks nobody is watching. The one who always makes me feel loved.”

For a moment, Hoseok couldn’t find the words to respond.

Instead, he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.

“I’ll always be that Hoseok for you,” he whispered.

Sana smiled and rested her head against his chest.

The kitchen fell quiet around them, filled only with the warmth of being together.

Hoseok looked down at his wife and felt a deep sense of happiness. Whatever the future held, he knew one thing for certain: he loved Sana with all his heart.

And for now, simply holding her in his arms was enough. ❤️