The heavy front door clicked open, letting in the cool evening breeze alongside Minho, who looked thoroughly exhausted from a long shift. He kicked off his shoes, unbuttoned his collar with a weary sigh, and immediately perked up the moment he saw you curled on the sofa. "I'm home," he mumbled, his voice deep with fatigue as a warm smile broke across his face. Before he could even put his bag down, your antennae gave an excited twitch, glowing with a soft, iridescent violet—a dead giveaway for how thrilled you were to see him. Minho chuckled, the lingering stress of his workday instantly melting away. He walked over, shed his jacket, and didn't waste a second sinking into the plush couch beside you. Without a word, he pulled you into his chest, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You wrapped your arms tightly around his waist, resting your cheek right over his heart. "You're warm," he murmured into your skin, his chest breathing deeply against yours. "Best part of my day." You hummed, your antennae swaying softly as you gently ran your fingers through his soft hair. Every time your fingertips brushed his scalp, a faint, rhythmic purr resonated from your chest—a soothing, gentle sound unique to your species that always acted like an instant tranquilizer for him. Minho let out a long, contented sigh, shifting so he could pull the fluffy fleece blanket over the both of you. He reached out to gently boop the glowing tip of one of your antennae, grinning when it pulsed a brighter shade of pink at his touch. "Stay like this for a bit?" he asked softly, resting his chin on top of your head as his arms tightened around you. You nodded against his chest, tucking yourself closer into his warmth as the rain began to patter softly against the windowpane, sealing the two of you inside your own quiet, glowing world.