A Thousand Cookies minxkikwang

The sound of the front door opening caused Min to peer around the corner, watching her husband come in. "Hi honey," she said as she turned her attention back to the stove, stirring the pan of pasta and adding the final touches.

She turned off the stove, glanced at the fresh chocolate chip cookies baking in the oven, then turned her attention towards her tired and visibly disgruntled partner, who threw his jacket onto the kitchen table.

"How was your day?" Min asked in concern at his expression and his lack of response to her greeting, while making her way towards him. She made a surprised noise when he suddenly leaned heavily against her, making her grip the back of his shirt as she struggled to hold both of their weights from falling to the ground. "Babe, it was so rough," he groaned in complaint.

Carefully, Min guided him towards the sofa before sitting him down. She took off her apron and tossed it onto the coffee table before curling up next to him, comfortably putting her head on his shoulder and a hand on his chest. He immediately pulled her in closer, placing his cheek against her hair. "Tell me all about it," she gently said.

"It's just...oh Min, I'm wondering if there's any point in continuing to work for this company," he stressed. At this, Min arched an eyebrow. Three years ago, Kikwang started working for an entertainment company as a composer and lyrical writer. He absolutely loved the job, as it was his passion and it was well-paying. To hear this from him was nothing short of surprising.

"It's a great job and all, but it's getting more and more difficult to write for them when people who have started after me are getting promoted before me. They all tell me my work is brilliant, but I'm stuck in this hole. How am I supposed to find the motivation to work when it seems like I have nothing to work for?"

Min listened carefully, nodding along to comfort her husband. As she finished, she looked up at him and pursed her lips. "You know, I don't think they don't appreciate you or anything like that. There is a difference in management skills and composing, and maybe you still need to show them more that you deserve to be promoted. I bet they are just waiting for you to make a move."

"But--" he started to complain.

"Kikwang, if we started fighting, you wouldn't give up on me right away right? You would fight for years for this relationship, right? Because you love me. And just like that, you love this job, so I think you should still give your all for this job. Even if it is discouraging, take pride in your skills, and work your damn hardest." Min smiled and reached up to gently his cheek. "Okay?"

Kikwang simply looked at her with gentle, love-filled eyes. He loved this woman so damn much. She was truly his biggest fan and motivator, and he only needed her to keep going. He kneeled down onto the floor in front of her, cupping her face in his warm hands.

"I love you so much," he whispered before leaning up to capture her lips in a searing kiss. She responded to it immediately, her lips moving with his as her hands ran through the soft strands of his hair. 

It would have definitely escalated if the sudden smell of burning reached them. Min's eyes shot open as she sprung up. "The cookies!"

She rushed over to the kitchen to see black smoke curling out from the oven. Opening it revealed the rows of burnt-to-crisp cookies shriveled on the pan. She quickly dumped them into the trash, sighing. "Good thing there's still more cookie dough," she laughed as she began scooping it out to start a new batch of cookies. 

Kikwang slipped his arms around her waist in a back hug, placing a kiss on her cheek. "I'm sorry I made you burn your cookies," he chuckled.

Min laughed and turned her face slightly to press a light to his lips. "Don't be. I would burn a thousand cookies for you, my love."

An oldie but a goodie. MinKwang!

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