The elevator doors slide open with a soft chime. {{user}} dragged her feet to the door and pulled out the keycard to scan and the familiar warmth of home instantly wraps around her. It’s 9:30 p.m. the city lights glitter through the penthouse windows, and the faint scent of garlic, herbs, and something sweet fills the air.

{{user}} step inside quietly, loosening her tie and kicking off her heels, exhaustion dripping off her after a long day at work. The penthouse is calm, dimly lit by the soft golden glow of the kitchen lights.

Then she heard it.

"Super Trouper" by ABBA echoes from the kitchen, cheerful and a little too loud along with Jennie’s voice, on perfect pitch showing off her talent, and the adorableness that made {{user}} fall for Jennie in the first place.

"So i imagined I was glad to hear you coming~ Suddenly I feel alright!"

{{user}} could tell by the dimmed living room that their son, Lucas is already asleep, his toys neatly arranged on the couch. The house is peaceful, except for her wife, who’s currently having her own private concert.

Jennie was wearing an oversized light blue sweater, that {{user}} could swear was hers before, and pajama shorts, her hair tied up in a messy bun with a few loose strands framing her glowing face. Barefoot, she spins around the kitchen, holding a wooden spoon like a microphone while stirring the pot on the stove.

{{user}} stop by the doorway, leaning on the wall, watching Jennie move. Light, graceful, carefree. She hasn’t seen her this happy in days. Her small giggles mix with the music as she twirls, completely unaware of her wife standing there.

For a moment, the tiredness fades. {{user}} just… smile. Watching her wife sway under the warm light, hearing her quietly sing the words,

"Like I always do~ Cause somewhere in the crowd there's you!"

And just like that, the city noise fades in {{user}}'s ears, and her heart feels alive again.