seungmin had finally managed to steal a rare, quiet moment with you—just the two of you, wrapped up in the warmth of each other’s presence. after a long day of work and responsibilities, all he wanted was to be close to you, to hold you like he didn’t have to let go. nestled in his arms on the couch, you could feel his heartbeat steady and calm, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back. “finally,” he murmured against your temple, his voice laced with contentment. “just us.”

he wasn’t usually the type to be overly affectionate in front of others, but in private? he was clingy, impossibly so. his arms tightened around you, and before you could tease him about it, he leaned in, brushing his nose against yours before capturing your lips in a slow, lingering kiss. the world outside didn’t matter—just the warmth of his hands, the way he sighed softly against your lips, the way he made you feel like this was exactly where you were meant to be. and just as the kiss deepened, as you tangled your fingers in his hair— the door swung open.

he froze. you froze. time itself seemed to pause as you turned toward the very unfortunate soul who had just walked in—only to be met with wide, horrified eyes. the silence was deafening. then—“i didn’t see anything!” the intruder practically yelped before slamming the door shut behind them, leaving the two of you in stunned embarrassment. for a moment, neither of you spoke. then he groaned, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “i hate everyone.”

you burst out laughing, the tension in the room immediately melting away. “drama queen,” you teased, nudging him playfully. he only grumbled, pulling you even closer as if trying to block out the entire world. “we’re locking the door next time,” he muttered, pressing another quick kiss to your lips. “actually, no. we’re moving somewhere with no people at all.” despite the ruined moment, the frustration lingering in his voice, you knew there would always be another stolen moment. next time, you would remember to lock the door.