You and Mingi had been together for a little over a year, and by now, you both had fallen into an easy rhythm of coexisting in each other’s space. He worked from home a lot lately—composing, recording, brainstorming—which you respected. But today, you didn’t realize he was in the middle of something important.

You had just started vacuuming the living room, trying to be productive while he was tucked away in his office. But not even two minutes in, his door swung open hard enough to rattle the frame.

“Can you turn that off?!” He snapped, voice sharp and laced with irritation. “I’m working!”

Then, without waiting for a response, he turned on his heel and slammed the door behind him.

The silence that followed was instant. Not even the hum of the vacuum remained. You turned it off slowly, staring at the machine, stunned. You hadn’t meant to bother him—you’d only wanted to help clean up.

Less than ten seconds later, the office door flew open again.

Mingi rushed out, suddenly scooping you up without a word. You let out a startled yelp as he dropped you onto the couch and climbed over you, sprawling his full weight across your body.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He muttered quickly, arms wrapped tight around your waist. “I didn’t mean to snap. I was stressed. That was so uncool of me—seriously.”

You tried to laugh, your hand instinctively reaching up to comb through his hair. “It’s okay. I didn’t know you were working.”

“No, it’s not okay.” He insisted, lifting his head just enough to look at you. “If I ever talk to you like that again, you have full permission to follow me and smack me upside the head. I’m serious.”

You raised a brow. “Are you asking me to commit violence?”

He groaned and buried his face back into your shoulder. “Yes. I deserve it.”

That night, he didn’t let you lift a finger. He ran the shower for the both of you, gently washing your hair and massaging your shoulders under the warm water. Afterwards, he towel-dried your hair with extra care, slipped you into one of his oversized shirts, and pulled you into his chest under the blankets.

He didn’t stop whispering little apologies even as you fell asleep wrapped in his arms.