Bini Imagines or AU's

Mikhaloi

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Mikha steered the car through the quiet evening streets, both of them exhausted after hours of rehearsing with the other Bini girls. Her hands were steady on the wheel, her gaze focused but with the familiar softness that only Maloi seemed to bring out in her. Beside her, Maloi leaned back in the seat, letting the city lights blur past, but every so often, her gaze lingered on Mikha's profile, admiring the subtle curve of her jaw and the slight furrow of concentration in her brow.

"Hey," Maloi murmured, giving a small smile when Mikha glanced her way, "thanks for the ride."

Mikha shrugged, her lips twitching into a smile. "Of course. What kind of girlfriend would I be if I let you go home alone?"

Maloi's heart fluttered at the word, even if she'd heard it countless times before. Something about the way Mikha said it made her feel grounded and alive all at once. She settled into the warmth of the moment, her hand reaching over to rest on Mikha's, their fingers tangling gently together.

As they pulled into the condo's parking area, Mikha cut the engine and shot Maloi a small, knowing grin. "Ready?"

"Definitely," Maloi replied, echoing her smile.

They grabbed their duffle bags, Mikha insisting on carrying both, and made their way through the elevator and down the quiet hallway. When they finally entered Mikha's condo, they breathed a sigh of relief, the familiar space feeling like a cozy sanctuary after such a long day. Maloi went straight for the bathroom to freshen up, and as she closed the door, she caught Mikha's gaze lingering, her eyes soft with an unspoken promise.

Maloi felt the weight of the day lift as she washed up, the cool water refreshing on her skin. She took her time, knowing Mikha was just on the other side of the wall, their shared space a comfortable reassurance. When she emerged, the sight that greeted her was the definition of home: Mikha, stretched out on her stomach on the bed, scrolling through her phone with a faint, relaxed smile.

Without a word, Maloi walked over, her feet silent on the plush carpet, and lay on top of Mikha, sinking into the warmth of her. She pressed a light kiss to Mikha's shoulder before tucking her face into the curve of her neck, breathing in her soft, familiar scent. Mikha didn't move, didn't flinch or pull away; she simply shifted slightly, adjusting to Maloi's weight, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

With her free hand, Mikha's fingers traced the delicate lines of the ribbon tattoo that circled Maloi's wrist, the design something intimate and beautiful, something that belonged to Maloi alone. Her touch was light, gentle, as if she were memorizing every curve and line by heart.

"You're quiet tonight," Mikha murmured, her voice a soft hum against the background of their breaths mingling in the dimly lit room.

Maloi smiled against Mikha's skin. "Just tired," she whispered back. "And...happy."

Mikha's thumb brushed against the underside of her wrist, sending a pleasant shiver up her spine. "Yeah? I'm happy too."

They stayed like that for a while, tangled in each other, the world outside slipping away. Maloi felt her breathing slow, her heartbeat syncing to the gentle rhythm of Mikha's. The exhaustion from earlier faded into a pleasant, heady warmth, every worry dissipating in Mikha's arms.

Mikha's fingers drifted from Maloi's wrist to her palm, tracing light circles that made her insides flutter. "You know," she started, her voice softer than usual, "I never really thought I'd be someone's home."

Maloi lifted her head to look at her, a tender smile curving her lips. "You are. You're my home, Mikha." She leaned down, brushing her lips across Mikha's cheek, lingering just a moment too long. "And I wouldn't have it any other way."

Mikha's gaze softened, her hand slipping up to cup Maloi's cheek, their faces just inches apart. The intensity in her gaze made Maloi's heart skip, her fingers tightening slightly around Mikha's.

Without a word, Mikha leaned in, her lips finding Maloi's in a soft, lingering kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of exhaustion and relief, of whispered promises and unwavering love. It was as if the whole day had been leading up to this single moment, where everything else melted away and all that remained was the two of them, tangled together in the quiet of Mikha's condo.

When they finally broke apart, they remained close, their foreheads resting against each other, a comfortable silence settling over them.

"I could stay like this forever," Maloi whispered, her voice barely more than a breath.

Mikha chuckled softly, her thumb brushing gently over Maloi's cheek. "Then stay," she murmured, her voice carrying the quiet certainty that Maloi loved so much.

In that moment, with their fingers entwined, Maloi knew she would—no matter where life took them, no matter how busy their days grew, she would always find her way back to Mikha. And Mikha, with that quiet, steady love that she held just for Maloi, would always be there waiting.

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