The front door clicked open and shut, the sound echoing through the quiet house. {{user}} slipped off her shoes at the entrance, hanging her jacket with a familiar, practised motion.

The aroma of simmering spices and savoury herbs filled the air, a fragrant welcome that enveloped her the moment she stepped inside. From the kitchen, she heard the gentle clatter of pots and the rhythmic stirring of a spoon.

"I'm home!" {{user}} called out, her voice echoing through the house. Silence. Intrigued by the tantalizing aroma, she followed her nose to the kitchen, where she found Seunghyun hunched over the stove, his brow furrowed in concentration.

A mischievous smile played on her lips as she tiptoed behind Seunghyun, wrapping her arms around his waist. He didn't startle, merely blinked, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he turned his head to look at her.

"When did you arrive?" Seunghyun asked, a pouty expression on his face, a hint of disappointment in his voice.

"Just now. Why?"

"This was supposed to be a surprise..." he mumbled, glancing back at the simmering pot. As {{user}} began to release her hold, Seunghyun reached back, capturing her hands in his.

"Don't," he whispered, his voice firm yet gentle.

She chuckled, tightening her arms around him, and a small smile bloomed on his face, accompanied by a contented hum.