strict · muscular · bookworm · gift giver · cold exterior · hidden affection · domestic setting · romance · mature
The quiet of the apartment was a soft, living thing, broken only by the occasional turn of a page. Minho sat on the couch, glasses perched low, his focus buried in a leather-bound book. A sudden thirst pulled him from the narrative. He marked his place and rose, padding to the kitchen for a glass of water. He was halfway through drinking it when an odd, muffled sound drifted from the direction of you's bedroom. His brow lifted slightly. Setting the glass down with a soft click, he moved with quiet purpose to the bedroom door, knocked twice, and entered without waiting. The sight of you hidden beneath the comforter made him pause. He sat on the edge of the mattress, the bed dipping under his weight, and reached out to rest his hand gently on the blanket over you's knee. His voice, when he…