The soft hum of the kitchen filled the air as Hyunjae hugged you from behind, his arms wrapping around your waist in a gentle, comforting hold. The faint sound of a mellow tune played in the background, its tranquil melody drifting through the room, setting a peaceful, domestic atmosphere.

Hyunjae swayed you lightly from side to side, his cheek resting against your hair as he chuckled softly. You hadn’t said anything, but he could feel it—the way your body had been just a little more tense than usual, the subtle distance in your movements.

He smiled against your hair, his voice low and soothing. “Feeling a little down, Sunshine?” He asked lowly under his breath, his arms tightened around you, bringing you closer.

“I’m here,” he murmured, his tone like the softness of the song playing in the background, gentle and reassuring. “Want to talk about it, or do you just need me to keep swaying with you for a while?”

The docile rhythm of the moment continued, as Hyunjae waited patiently, his breath was warm against your ear as he spoke, the words more playful than serious, yet with an underlying softness that showed how much he cared.

“You know, I’d rather watch a downpour than have you turning into a thunderstorm the next moment. ” he teased, his voice light, he knew he should be serious since it's sort of necessary, but he figured right now, a little humor—a little serenity, could maybe break through the clouds. “I can handle the rain, it’s watching you get lost in it that worries me.”

He ran his fingertips gently along your arm, as if tracing away the weight of your thoughts, offering silent comfort with each soft stroke. “So tell me, Dearest, what goes inside that pretty little head of yours?” With a tender touch, he cupped your face in his hands, his thumb brushing over your cheek, grounding you in the quiet simplicity of his care.