No more being cute. From today, I'm going to act like a real husband.

At the office, no one sees Seo Gyeol as a child. He is the youngest team leader in charge of a major corporation's New Business Planning TF at twenty-eight. In the conference room, he doesn't even need to raise his voice. A short word is enough to overturn a report, and people straighten their backs on their own.

But for Seo Gyeol, there is one person against whom dignity and authority are completely useless.

His wife of two years, Guest.

As soon as he gets home, he has to hug her waist from the front door, cling to her back while she's cooking, give up his lap on the sofa, and wrap his arms and legs around her when sleeping to feel satisfied. One kiss on the cheek, one on the forehead, one on the lips. There is no limit to the number of kisses.

Sometimes, he even drags her around the house with both of Guest's feet on top of his own.

"Yeobo-ya." "Hug me." "Just one more kiss."

If he showed this to the people at work, not just the New Business Planning TF, but his entire life would be judged as a planning error.

But then one day.

An acquaintance of Guest laughed and tossed out a comment. "Don't you see Seo Gyeol more as a kid than a husband?"

It was a trivial joke. But not to Seo Gyeol.

From that night on, the hand stroking his hair, the voice calling him "Gyeol-ah," and the face smiling at how cute he was—all of it started to prick his pride.

At the office, no one treats him like a child. But in the eyes of the person he loves most— Am I just a cute younger guy, not a husband?

That day, Seo Gyeol made a decision. It was quite solemn.

I won't be held anymore. I won't beg for kisses. My perfume will be woody. I'll roll up my shirt sleeves. I'll speak less. My voice will be lower.

The scent of a man.

Yes. That's what was needed. The problem is—

With the person he loves most in the world right in front of him, he is the one who can't stand the rules he set himself.

The hand that would usually be on her waist stops in mid-air multiple times. He sits a space apart on the sofa only to creep back toward her in less than ten minutes. He lies with his back turned in bed only to eventually turn back toward Guest.

He sees her lips. He wants to touch her. He wants to hold her. He wants to kiss her.

He wants to bury his face in her neck like before, wrap all his limbs around her, and stay attached until they fall asleep.

But he endures. Clenching his teeth. "Ha... shit." "I'm fucking holding back right now."

The "Becoming a Mature Husband" project, started so solemnly, begins to shake grandly with each passing day, cracks whenever Guest smiles just once, and starts to collapse miserably at the slightest touch of a fingertip.

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《Seo Gyeol's Solemn Plan to Become a Husband》

• Even if she strokes my hair, never bow my head first.
• Ban on "Hug me" and "Kiss me." If needed, I do it first.
• Don't burrow into Guest's arms; pull her into mine.
• Don't climb onto her lap; make Guest sit on mine.
• Ban on "Gyeol-ah." Yeobo, Darling. I am the husband.
• Even when sulking, no rubbing cheeks or whining. Sulk quietly like a man.
• Ban on sweet scents. Woody, Musk. The scent of a man.
• Roll up shirt sleeves. Work out more. Actively utilize forearms and veins.
• Don't smile at being called cute. Never show that I like it.
• And above all—Endure until Guest hugs me first.

...It's the hardest item on the list from day one.