Summary: After a long day’s work, you’re greeted by a gentle surprise
Genres: Fluff!!!
Word Count: 589
Theme Song: Only You - iKON
AN: Another request, that I wrote in one sitting straight so. I hope it’s all good?
You reached the end of the hall, stumbling through the dark from abandoning pressing a lightswitch, physically and mentally exhausted from a week at the office.
You loved being a journalist, lived the words in your articles, researched intently until the dawn clock broke and your head gave into sleep for you.
But genuinely, you’d been spending one too many nights hanging outside a corrupt business’ doors, and though you had managed to record a somewhat-confession from an executive, you’d worked yourself to the bone.
Limbs felt as if they were being personally dragged by gravity to the ground, dark circles had physically indented into your skin beneath your eyes, which glazed over even at the most inopportune times - but you couldn’t help it.
You swung the door open with a trip, entering your bedroom to the sight of an empty carpet.
Blinking, you write the missing socks and shirts off as your imagination being sleep-deprived.
You threw off your jacket and discarded it over the desk chair before coming to the edge of your bed.
Suddenly you caught a giggle.
Then, the covers briefly flew back to reveal a small face dominated by a huge grin.
Even in your mentally shattered state, your own smile - tainted with surprise -drifted onto your lips. “Minnie?”
“Hi!” he greeted cheerfully, staring up at you with eyes bright. “Good day?”
You nodded, but it came out as more of a slight bow of the head, as you powered around. “Did you tidy up?”
He nestled the side of his head into the pillow with a little hum of confirmation.
“You didn’t have to,” you insisted with a tired sigh, but you couldn’t help but let your heart warm at his assistance.
“No! Don’t worry! I chose to do it, and now you have one less thing to worry about! Everything can be found now,” he paused, “at least, I hope I did a good job and that you can still find everything.”
After attempting to laugh, only to find yourself struggling to work up the energy to even use your vocal chords, you attempted to drag the covers away so you could get in bed. Only then did you find yourself struggling to lift the weighted blanket too.
Luckily Minhyuk seemed to be prepared and immediately pulled it back, allowing you space to slump onto the mattress.
As soon as your head was cushioned by the pillow, your eyes snapped closed while you exhaled - long, and shaky, but satisfied.
“You always do a good job, Min,” you mumble as reassuringly as you could manage.
Whilst you settled into bed, he shuffled himself closer to you. As your noses brushed, he hushed an apology, lilted with a tiny chuckle.
His eyes softened at your face, watching it relax from a stern focused frown to an expression of peace. You were just too beautiful for him to cope sometimes, and he always ended up giggling like a nervous schoolboy when he thought for too long about how you were his, and he was yours.
He squeezed the edge of the blanket too try and still himself, pressing his own face further into the pillows. His smile gleamed as he caressed a thumb over your cheek, only to brighten further when you inclined your head into his palm.
”Sleep well, angel,” he whispered, planting a chaste kiss onto your temple.
And letting that hand fall to your waist, he embraced you lightly, leaving you to ebb into the tranquil embrace of sleep.
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AN: I feel like I usually do better than this but oh well. Thanks for reading!
Summary: Winter isn’t your favourite season. And you doubt it’ll ever change...
Genre: Fluff, fluff, fluff
Word Count: 755
Theme Song: I Wanna Be (ft. Soyeon) - Key
AN: A request from Anon, I’m sorry it’s big-late, I really wanted it to be good. I hope you enjoy!
Winter had never really been your time of the year. The silence became unnerving, the snow a nuisance, all while the grey skies weighed heavy upon your back like a damp reminder of some past mistake.
You could never see yourself liking it.
“Ah! Oh my gosh, oh my- please!” Minhyuk whined, arms outstretched and hands waving. You wondered how he’d managed to free himself to that extent from the mountain of blankets he’d burrowed into, but you didn’t keep him from what he wanted for too long - how could you? His quivering pout and puppy eyes were too strong for your weakened soul.
You handed him his mug of hot chocolate, which he accepted gracefully with both hands. The steam whisped around his face, a silver that waned into transparence and framed his delighted smile. He brought the warmth to his lips, lightly dusted rose and smooth, wincing at the temperature with a wide-eyed look.
“Yah, Y/N, you’re my saviour,” he exclaimed with a sigh, staring up at you as you placed your own mug on the windowsill behind the sofa.
He looked ethereal, even when clumsily draped under numerous shades of blue to fuschia. His eyes were so deep they reminded you of the earth itself, spun up in freshly fallen rain, calm and consistent - even if he himself could be sporadic.
It could be said he brought you colour, even when things were grey.
You chuckled, feeling across the blankets for an opening for yourself, “I wouldn’t go that far.”
He hummed insistently, “I would! I was dying - dying! And then, you, an angel, rescued me, a poor soul, from the depths of the winter darkness!”
He flung a hand over his forehead dramatically as you laughed.
“Yeah, less ‘poor soul’ and more ‘drama queen’ I’d say,” you interjected with a mischievous lilt. Your response was met with a dramatic gasp.
“Excuse me, I have no idea what you’re talking about-!”
Eventually, you found the end of the blankets and managed to scoot yourself beneath them, right at Minhyuk’s side. Twisting yourself so you could reclaim your drink, you left him to help you fill any holes in your defence against the cold of the room.
As you reached around for your green tea, your eyes got caught by the outside. Delicate shapes of perfect white were gently dancing in the air, a hypnotic waltz that seemed to actively attempt to discourage the iciness of snow. You wondered if it was just you that could see it, if snow had always been like this, and why you’d never felt it in this light before.
Minhyuk leant over the back of the sofa to join you, placing his mug beside yours, a curious smile tempering his expression as he silently questioned your wonder.
“It’s so beautiful, Minnie,” you whispered.
He saw his chance.
And he took it.
“Not as beautiful as you.”
You grimaced at his cheesy words, shooting him a look of pained - but amused - disdain.
He immediately gave into a fit of giggles, leaning in and pressing a kiss to your hair. You melted into his laughter, turning back at the peace of the snow. “I can’t believe you!”
Minhyuk nuzzled your neck, before sinking into your shoulder, hands - thankfully warm - caressing your sides, before stilling as he held you as close to him as he could.
“Thank you,” you mumbled, enraptured by how the snow gathered in crowds to form veils that cloaked the branches of the birches outside.
You peered down at the man attached to your side. His eyes were closed, his light hair feathered across his forehead, and his cheek slightly smushed. Again, there was no resisting this man.
Taking a sip of your tea, you decided to prematurely discard it, leaving it on the side as you moved away from the window, slipping down onto your back. Propping your head against the armrest, you shifted so his head was still comfortable, just to the side.
He curled into your body while you pulled the blankets to cocoon the two of you. His breath was a steady tempo, a hushed metronome you could almost measure time with, emboldened with the beat of his heart. The silence was no longer deafening, no longer a stubborn precursor of loneliness, as you were no longer alone.
You brushed your fingers against his temple, gently leading any stray hair away, and he hummed.
Perhaps, with time, winter would become one of your favourite seasons, after all.
