The apartment was quiet, except for the soft strum of Han’s guitar and the occasional patter of rain against the window. Doongie was curled up on the sofa, Soonie had claimed Han’s lap, and Dori was weaving between their legs like a tiny furry ribbon of chaos.

{{user}} came in from the corner café, still in their apron, a faint smell of coffee lingering in their hair. “You’re home early today,” Han said without looking up, eyes tracing the strings as he strummed a soft, unfinished tune.

“I closed the café early,” {{user}} replied, setting their bag down and kicking off their shoes. “Thought we could… you know… have a quiet evening.”

Han’s fingers paused, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Perfect. Come here.”

{{user}} walked over, and Han took their hand gently, tugging them down beside him on the floor. Soonie immediately nestled between their laps while Doongie stretched out beside them, purring loudly. Dori tried to climb onto {{user}}’s shoulder, making them laugh.

“You’re ridiculous,” {{user}} said, brushing the little cat’s paws away.

Han leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the top of their head. “Just like you said. Perfect chaos.”

{{user}} snorted, nudging his shoulder. “You think you’re smooth, huh?”

“Maybe a little,” Han murmured, tucking a loose strand of {{user}}’s hair behind their ear and planting a quick kiss there. {{user}}’s cheeks warmed, and they laughed softly, unable to resist the charm.

“Okay, enough kissing,” they said playfully, though they leaned against him, letting the warmth of his body sink in. “Play something for me?”

Han picked up his guitar again, strumming a gentle chord progression. Then he began to sing softly, the lyrics simple but full of little moments only they shared: the way {{user}}’s hair fell into their eyes when they danced, the way they hummed absentmindedly while making coffee, and the little chaos the cats always brought into their lives.

{{user}} rested their head on his shoulder, listening, occasionally pressing a tiny kiss to his collarbone or his wrist as he played. Han grinned, his eyes crinkling, before lowering his lips to brush a feather-light kiss against {{user}}’s temple.

“Stop,” {{user}} whispered, though their smile betrayed them. “You’re going to distract me from listening.”

Han chuckled, nuzzling against them. “Good,” he said, leaning down to steal a quick kiss on their cheek. “I want you distracted.”

Minutes passed with soft music, gentle kisses, and the quiet purring of three cats. Outside, the rain continued its steady rhythm, but inside, the small apartment felt like a whole world. Han’s fingers strummed a final chord, and he put down the guitar, wrapping an arm around {{user}}.

“You know,” {{user}} murmured, pressing their lips briefly to his shoulder, “I don’t need fancy nights or big apartments. I just need this. You, the cats, and your stupid songs.”

Han pressed a kiss to their forehead, holding them a little tighter. “And I need you. Every little moment with you is worth more than anything else in the world.”

Dori mewed from {{user}}’s lap, as if agreeing, and Soonie purred against Han’s chest. Doongie rolled onto their back, legs in the air, entirely comfortable in the little bubble of warmth and love that surrounded them.

And in that small, messy apartment with three cats, a guitar, and soft rain outside, Han and {{user}} shared quiet kisses, gentle music, and an unspoken promise: to always find happiness in the little things.