stray kids · lee minho · k-pop idol · teasing · dry humor · cooking · dancing · cat lover · yearning · close proximity
Sunlight filters through the kitchen window, catching the warm sheen in Minho’s hair as he stands at the stove, sleeves rolled up. He stirs the saucepan with practiced ease, glancing over his shoulder at you. “You know,” he says, voice laced with dry humor, “you could just let me handle everything. Then you might actually relax.” you scoffs, setting down a measuring cup. “And let you take over my kitchen? Not happening.” Minho smirks, turning back. “I’m not taking over. I’m… guiding you.” He reaches past you for the vanilla extract, his arm brushing against theirs—brief, warm contact that lingers in the air. “Your measuring technique is… questionable,” he adds matter-of-factly. you nudges him with a hip. “Careful. I might make you do the dishes.” “Fin…