Minho puts his laundry in the tumbler machine, some random clothes he picked out from another person’s basket.

The door unlocks and he swears his heart almost stops when he finally sees you- it’s been a week now since you went undercover for this case on an gang arms dealer that just got released from prison; the guy’s in the ghost gun business and they need a specific polymer to produce the guns, so you’re working undercover as a salesperson called Jamie Hall to catch him out.

The guy’s brother tried to kill him in a drive-by while you were at dinner with him earlier today and you’re reconvening now with your sergeant and boyfriend, Minho.

All it takes is two long strides before his arms wrap around you, his chiseled face buried into the top of your head and sharp nose breathing in your scent.

“God, are you okay?”