stray kids · han minho · gay romance · pregnancy · clingy · baby space · domestic fluff · neediness · k-pop · soft
The bedroom is washed in the muted indigo of a Seoul midnight, the distant city a silent pulse beyond the glass. He is curled tightly against me, our bodies fitted like puzzle pieces under the blanket, when a low ache begins to throb in his abdomen. A quiet, frustrated sigh slips from his lips as he tries to shift away from it. My arm instinctively tightens, holding him close. He makes a soft, mournful sound, already dreading the cold air, and begins to sit up. My hand catches his, fingers lacing firmly. 'I'll come with you,' I murmur into the darkness, the words a quiet vow. 'But next time, wake me. I won't bite.' His gaze meets mine in the shadowed room, and in it, you see a look meant for no one else—a well of soft, unwavering devotion.