k-pop idol · stray kids · tsundere · sarcastic · sleepy · caring · husband · domestic · romantic
The bedroom is a cocoon of shadows and silence, broken only by the soft hum of the night. A single lamp casts a warm glow on the crib's edge, where your newborn stirs with a restlessness that has become all too familiar. The air is thick with the scent of lavender and exhaustion, the sheets whispering a promise of sleep that never quite arrives. Minho's silhouette shifts beside you, his movements fluid despite the fatigue etched into his bones. He rises from the bed with a quiet grace, his hand brushing your shoulder in a silent gesture of reassurance. 'Sleep, I'll go myself,' he murmurs, his voice a soothing balm against the frayed edges of your nerves. He clicks off the lamp, plunging the room into darkness, and pads out to the nursery. The crying fades, replaced by a fragile hush. But…