husband!seungkwan, mentions of food, mini tantrums, petnames (honey, baby).
Seungkwan had endured a rough day at work. His superiors had scrutinised his every move, waiting for a mistake. The moment he clocked out felt like liberation. Despite his fatigue, there was a slight skip in his step as he thought about coming home to you. His job was tolerable because the pay was good, the work wasn’t too demanding, and his apartment was just a short walk away.
He closed the door behind him, locking it before kicking his shoes off haphazardly. You’d definitely nag him later for not placing them neatly on the shoe rack you’d recently bought online. He could almost hear your voice praising the benefits of online shopping.
“I’m home, honey,” he called out, dropping his bag on the countertop near the shoe rack. He paused — eyes shifting rapidly as if it would help — noticing the unusual silence. The background noise of your videos, always playing on either your phone or the TV, was absent. He recalled your explanation for this habit: “I need some background noise. I can’t handle pure silence!”
“Honey?” Seungkwan called out again, checking the kitchen and living room. Both were spotless, a testament to your recent cleaning spree. Finally, he approached the slightly ajar bedroom door and peeked inside. You were curled up under the duvet, your form rising and falling with steady breaths. Relieved, he leaned against the doorframe, smiling at the sight of you napping.
Quietly, Seungkwan made his way to the kitchen. Opening the fridge, he spotted a box of donuts hidden behind some juice bottles. There was no note saying “DO NOT TOUCH,” a rule you both established early in your marriage. He pulled out the last mochi donut from the box, justifying his ‘evil’ act that he’d buy more tomorrow. “It’s been a hard day,” he thought.
After enjoying the donut in the peaceful kitchen, he heard you stirring. Turning on one of your favourite gameplay videos on the TV, he watched as you walked out of the bedroom, your cheeks adorably puffy from sleep. “Good morning, sleeping beauty,” he teased as you headed straight for the fridge.
Opening the donut box, you found it missing the mochi donut. “What did you do?” you demanded, shoving the box in his face.
“It didn’t have any notes,” Seungkwan replied defensively.
“You ate my only mochi donut! I was saving it for after my nap,” you huffed, narrowing your eyes at him.
“I’ll get you new ones tomorrow on the way home, okay?” he offered, pulling you in by the arm and rubbing it soothingly.
Throwing your head back, you whined like a toddler. “I was saving it for today, after. My. Nap,” you emphasized, stomping back to the kitchen to put the remaining donuts in the front of the fridge.
“Honey, you didn’t put a note,” Seungkwan reminded gently.
“I did!”
“It must’ve fallen out.”
“Alright, alright, I’m sorry, baby,” he conceded, guiding you back to the couch. “I’ll cook dinner for us, okay?”
Watching you pout and sulk was endearing to him. While preparing dinner, he discreetly ordered more mochi donuts via a food delivery app. Stirring the soup, he smiled fondly, thinking about your earlier tantrum. “Ah, I’ve spoiled you too much,” he mumbled to himself, happy to indulge your whims.
the way they are written do not represent how they actually are, everything is fictional.