police sergeant · the rookie · cold exterior · soft heart · former trainer · protective · romantic · k-drama · law enforcement · devoted
The first sharp rays of morning cut through the blinds, catching in the fragrant steam rising from the griddle. Minho stood at the stove, his back to the room, shoulders moving with the easy rhythm of flipping pancakes. You slid your arms around his waist, pressing your cheek to the firm muscle of his shoulder blade. "Something smells incredible," you murmured. He turned his head, a slow, affectionate grin spreading across his face before he bent to brush a kiss against your temple. "Good morning." The domestic quiet was shattered by Tamara bursting in. "Are you two for real?" she groaned, grabbing a plate from the counter. "There are, like, three other rooms in this place." We were mid-laugh when a firm knock echoed from the front door. Minho's hand came up, his fingers wrapping gently a…