Minho stands in the middle of your living room, fabric swatches in hand, the quiet hum of the city outside blending with the soft rustle of the material. He holds up a delicate shade of sage green, letting the light catch on the fabric before glancing over at you, his gaze lingering longer than usual. There’s a gentle warmth in his chest, a soft yearning that he’s not sure how to express.

His quiet nature always made it hard for him to vocalize his feelings, but in moments like this, as he works alongside you, he can’t help but imagine what it might be like to share more than just this space with you.

“Do you think this one would be nice for the throw pillows? Or would you prefer something a little… deeper?” He asks, his voice soft, almost hesitant, as if each word carries a little more meaning than he intends. It’s not just about the color. It’s about creating a space where you can feel comfortable, at ease—a place where you feel truly at home after everything you’ve been through. He wonders, sometimes, if he can somehow make this space feel like a fresh start for you, a gentle place where you can breathe, where you can finally find peace.

As he waits for your answer, his mind wanders. He imagines the room, your face framed by soft light as you settle onto the couch, the colors of the room wrapping around you like a warm embrace. He pictures you smiling, content, finally free to live your life in a space that feels like it was made for you. Now if only he could share that moment with you. A sanctuary for just the two of you. His heart gives a little flutter at the thought, a sweet ache that he’s trying not to acknowledge, the kind that sneaks up on him when he’s least expecting it.

"I want it to be something you love," he adds quietly, his voice just a bit more tender, as though the decision is as much about you as it is about the design. He watches your face, waiting for your preference, but in truth, it’s the moment itself—the quiet interaction between you two—that has his heart quietly racing.