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Mingi loves you. He always has. From the moment on your first date that you stopped on your walk to run across the street and help a turtle cross safely he fell irrevocably for you. A lot of time has passed since then. These days your work has you going into the office 9-5 four days a week. The benefit is that you get to freelance from home one day a week, the downside is that you have to go into the office… four days a week. Mingi had watched you mope and drag your feet getting out the door today and he wanted nothing more than to help make you feel better this evening. Which is why he spent the entire day cleaning the house, prepping everything so that when you would go take a bath tonight it would all be prepared, and most importantly, pre-making a cold turkey wild rice salad. After he decided everything was to your standards he sat down and picked up the romance book you had told him about. Where’s the harm in seeing what she fantasized about? he had reasoned. Fast forward 2 hours and Mingi had some ideas he wanted to try out right now . But you still had another half an hour before getting home. Hunkering down for the long-haul, Mingi dove back into the book. You walk in the door after a long day at work to see Mingi sitting in his lounge chair reading a book. “Hey gorgeous,” he calls, setting down the book, “how was your day?”
“Fine. Normal busy. Normal bs. Normal stress. Just a normal day. So I’m about the normal level of exhausted,” you mutter, taking your dishes out of your lunchbox and putting them in the dishwasher. You hear some shuffling behind you as you close up the dishwasher and the next thing you know you are completely enveloped in a hug. Mingi’s arms wrapped around you, his head over your shoulder, holding you to him.
“It sounds like you need something normal to brighten up your day,” he whispers in your ear. You feel his breath move as he starts to leave gentle kisses down your neck. “I know I’m just your normal husband, but I intend to prove that little old normal me can make you happy.” His hands start to wander - one follows the curve of your hip while the other slides up your chest to rest gently against your throat. “Would that make you happy, darling?”
You let out a coarse whisper: “Yes.”
In one smooth movement, he uses the hand on your hip to spin you to face him as he guides you to the wall of the kitchen. You feel your back hit the wall and you look up to see him towering over you, a soft smile on his face, eyes soft and adoring. “First I want some kisses. Then I think we should try some of the things I read in your favorite book.”