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It had been one of your more stressful days. Work seemed to keep piling up with no end in sight. You grew increasingly frustrated with every new document on your desk, shoulders slumping more and more as the day went by. Finally, it was 5:00. Quickly tidying up your space as best you could, you made your way home.
Mingyu had an off that day. He slept in (he kissed you goodbye ofc). Woke up around 12:30; had a nice cup of tea with some butter toast. He spent the rest of his day doing little chores around the house. Dusting, mopping, vacuuming (he even went out and restocked on milk, butter and eggs). Now, he was sitting on the couch watching some TV, a freshly baked lasagna sitting on the countertop behind him.
He perks up, hearing the muffled sound of keys jingling outside, the dull click of the door unlocking and the muted thump of your bag landing on the floor. He watches as you trudge in, dropping the keys in the bowl. Your fatigue is evident in your posture.
“Hey, baby. Long day?”
You wordlessly walk to where he’s sitting on the sofa and plop down in his lap, your head tucked snugly in the crook of his neck.
“That bad, huh?” He mumbles, fingers finding their way to your shoulders to try to relieve some of the tension. You hum into his neck as he finds a particularly tense knot. “You hungry? I made your favorite.”
You sigh. “Can’t move.”
“Not a problem, sweetheart.”
Next thing you know, his hands are securing themselves under your thighs and he’s off the sofa, walking towards the island.
He sets you down on one of the stools and pulls out two plates and forks for the both of you. You watch drowsily as he plates some lasagna and pushes it towards you before getting some for himself. You buffer a little before reaching for the fork.
“Wanna talk about it?”
Very very slowly, you tell him about your day and all the deadlines you have to meet which you’re falling behind on and how the workload just keeps increasing with no end in sight. It just seemed to get so monotonous to the point you think you’d actually go insane. Mingyu was your breath of fresh air, but even he could only do so much. You needed a break. The bags under your eyes only got darker and your posture, worse. You were being overworked. Any more of that and it would become a serious health concern. Not that it wasn’t already. Mingyu never failed to remind you of it either, making sure you were taking all your necessary vitamins and eating healthy.
“Y/n, if you don’t ask your boss for a week off tomorrow, I will barge in there myself and do what I have to do to get you one.”
You smile at him. “Tomorrow‘s Saturday, baby.”
He flusters a little. “Whatever, on Monday, you know what I mean.”
He was adorable. You could watch him yap about health and food and exercise and proper rest forever. Leaning over, you lay a hand on the side of his face. He stutters his words a little before going silent, looking at you with those puppy eyes of his, the picture of innocence. You feel your heart swell up with this feeling of immeasurable love and affection. You don’t really know what to do with it. So, you do what you’ve always done in such a situation. You kiss him. Slow and sweet. A little aggressive but that was your M.O at this point.
“I love you.” You manage between kisses.
“I love you more.” Mingyu returns.
Pulling his lip between your teeth as you break apart, you smile at him. “I love you most.”
“I love you 3000.” He laughs, obnoxiously, as though he’s won a really important argument.
“Whatever, most is still most.” You argue back, already feeling some of the tension from earlier leave your body.”
He chuckles a little, tucking your hair behind your ears. “Okay, okay, whatever you say. Now, finish eating and then how about a shower?”
“Only if you join me.” You wink at him.
He gasps, a hand over his mouth. “Y/n! That is most inappropriate.”
“Fine then, I’ll just take it alone.”
“No, that’s not what I mea-“
“Nope, one time offer. You passed on it.” You tut.
He pulls out those puppy eyes of his. “One last chance.”
“Okay, fine. But no funny business, mister. I’m tired.”
“Yes ma’am.”
You laugh, taking a forkful of the lasagna. “This is amazing, by the way”
“Yeah? Good, I’m glad you like it.”
“You’re an amazing wife.” You shoot him a finger heart.
He chuckles. “Yeah, well you better watch and learn cuz that’ll be your title someday.”
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It had been one of your more stressful days. Work seemed to keep piling up with no end in sight. You grew increasingly frustrated with every new document on your desk, shoulders slumping more and more as the day went by. Finally, it was 5:00. Quickly tidying up your space as best you could, you made your way home.
Mingyu had an off that day. He slept in (he kissed you goodbye ofc). Woke up around 12:30; had a nice cup of tea with some butter toast. He spent the rest of his day doing little chores around the house. Dusting, mopping, vacuuming (he even went out and restocked on milk, butter and eggs). Now, he was sitting on the couch watching some TV, a freshly baked lasagna sitting on the countertop behind him.
He perks up, hearing the muffled sound of keys jingling outside, the dull click of the door unlocking and the muted thump of your bag landing on the floor. He watches as you trudge in, dropping the keys in the bowl. Your fatigue is evident in your posture.
“Hey, baby. Long day?”
You wordlessly walk to where he’s sitting on the sofa and plop down in his lap, your head tucked snugly in the crook of his neck.
“That bad, huh?” He mumbles, fingers finding their way to your shoulders to try to relieve some of the tension. You hum into his neck as he finds a particularly tense knot. “You hungry? I made your favorite.”
You sigh. “Can’t move.”
“Not a problem, sweetheart.”
Next thing you know, his hands are securing themselves under your thighs and he’s off the sofa, walking towards the island.
He sets you down on one of the stools and pulls out two plates and forks for the both of you. You watch drowsily as he plates some lasagna and pushes it towards you before getting some for himself. You buffer a little before reaching for the fork.
“Wanna talk about it?”
Very very slowly, you tell him about your day and all the deadlines you have to meet which you’re falling behind on and how the workload just keeps increasing with no end in sight. It just seemed to get so monotonous to the point you think you’d actually go insane. Mingyu was your breath of fresh air, but even he could only do so much. You needed a break. The bags under your eyes only got darker and your posture, worse. You were being overworked. Any more of that and it would become a serious health concern. Not that it wasn’t already. Mingyu never failed to remind you of it either, making sure you were taking all your necessary vitamins and eating healthy.
“Y/n, if you don’t ask your boss for a week off tomorrow, I will barge in there myself and do what I have to do to get you one.”
You smile at him. “Tomorrow‘s Saturday, baby.”
He flusters a little. “Whatever, on Monday, you know what I mean.”
He was adorable. You could watch him yap about health and food and exercise and proper rest forever. Leaning over, you lay a hand on the side of his face. He stutters his words a little before going silent, looking at you with those puppy eyes of his, the picture of innocence. You feel your heart swell up with this feeling of immeasurable love and affection. You don’t really know what to do with it. So, you do what you’ve always done in such a situation. You kiss him. Slow and sweet. A little aggressive but that was your M.O at this point.
“I love you.” You manage between kisses.
“I love you more.” Mingyu returns.
Pulling his lip between your teeth as you break apart, you smile at him. “I love you most.”
“I love you 3000.” He laughs, obnoxiously, as though he’s won a really important argument.
“Whatever, most is still most.” You argue back, already feeling some of the tension from earlier leave your body.”
He chuckles a little, tucking your hair behind your ears. “Okay, okay, whatever you say. Now, finish eating and then how about a shower?”
“Only if you join me.” You wink at him.
He gasps, a hand over his mouth. “Y/n! That is most inappropriate.”
“Fine then, I’ll just take it alone.”
“No, that’s not what I mea-“
“Nope, one time offer. You passed on it.” You tut.
He pulls out those puppy eyes of his. “One last chance.”
“Okay, fine. But no funny business, mister. I’m tired.”
“Yes ma’am.”
You laugh, taking a forkful of the lasagna. “This is amazing, by the way”
“Yeah? Good, I’m glad you like it.”
“You’re an amazing wife.” You shoot him a finger heart.
He chuckles. “Yeah, well you better watch and learn cuz that’ll be your title someday.”
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