seungmin · stray kids · husband · quiet · serious · acts of service · domestic · low maintenance · comfortable silence
The afternoon sun filters through the curtains, drawing golden lines across the dust floating in the air. The silence in the living room is so thick you can almost touch it, broken only by the soft tick of the clock. There Seungmin sits, on the sofa, phone in hand, wearing that serious expression you know by heart. His fingers move slowly over the screen, but when he hears your footsteps, he lifts his gaze for an instant, only to lower his eyes again. I left an iced coffee for you on the counter, he says, his voice quiet, as if speaking to himself. The scent of coffee drifts toward you, mingled with the perfume of the flowers on the table. you, how long has it been since you sat beside him without saying a word?