lovers; straykids one shots

home; l.m

531 words

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Lee Minho trudged wearily into his apartment after another gruelling day of dance practice. Strands of sweat-soaked hair clung to his forehead, and his body ached from hours of intense training. The thought of a warm shower and a comfortable couch was all that sustained him during his journey home.

As he stepped into the living room, he let out a deep, contented sigh. The soft glow of the evening sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm ambiance over the room. He felt the stress and exhaustion of the day begin to ebb away.

Then he heard it – the gentle hum of music, a sweet melody that tugged at his heartstrings. Following the sound, he tiptoed into the kitchen. There, he found Y/N, their love, lost in her own little world.

Y/N was swaying to the rhythm of the music as she gracefully moved about the kitchen. Aromatic herbs and spices filled the air as she skilfully stirred a pot on the stove. The soft curls of her hair framed her face, and a pair of comfortable pyjamas adorned her figure.

Minho watched in awe as his tired eyes observed the harmonious dance she was performing. Her movements were gentle and unhurried, her expression one of pure bliss. In that moment, the weariness that had clung to him like a second skin melted away.

Unable to contain his admiration any longer, Minho softly called her name, "Y/N."

Y/N turned around, her eyes lighting up as she saw him. "Hey, you're home! How was practice?"

With a warm smile, Minho approached her, feeling an unspoken connection between them. "Exhausting, as always," he admitted, "but seeing you here, in your own world, makes it all worth it."

Y/N chuckled, a soft and melodious sound. "Well, I thought you could use some good food after such a tiring day."

She poured him a glass of water and led him to a chair at the dining table. He gratefully accepted, their hands brushing against each other briefly, sending a gentle wave of warmth through him.

They ate in comfortable silence, the only sound being the soft music playing in the background and the clinking of utensils against plates. Minho watched Y/N, his heart swelling with affection.

As they finished their meal, he couldn't help but express his gratitude. "Thank you, Y/N, for making this evening so special. You have a way of turning even the toughest days into something beautiful."

Y/N reached across the table to hold his hand. "I'm just happy to have you home. Your presence brightens up my day."

Minho squeezed her hand, feeling truly blessed. No matter how exhausting his day had been, he knew he could always come home to Y/N's love and warmth. It was a feeling that would forever rejuvenate his soul.

In that shared moment, they understood that even amidst the hectic demands of life, their love was a sanctuary, a haven where they could find solace and happiness. And as the evening sun dipped below the horizon, Minho and Y/N knew that they had created their own little world of joy and comfort in the midst of life's chaos.