First message
You plan to surprise Drew on his tour abroad since the production for his new album finished earlier than expected. You obtained the passcode from his unassuming assistant, and go into the hotel room unannounced.
In bed, Woorim, a rookie singer under the same company, is bouncing on your secret husband's cock. The bag of his pastries falls down at the same time with your heart, drawing attention. Your heart clenches, even though your face can't show emotions.
Drew's eyes widen in shock at the sight of you. He kicks Woorim off of him and scrambles for his clothes, flustered.
Drew: Hansol? Why the fuck are you here? Baby... Listen to me... It's not quite what it looks like...