The rhythmic sound of the front door opening signaled Christopher's return after a rigorous dance practice for their upcoming music video, "LALALALA." His presence filled the room with an energy that mirrored the intensity of the rehearsal. Beads of sweat adorned his forehead, a testament to the commitment and hard work he poured into perfecting every choreographic nuance.

"(Y/N)," he called out, a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction evident in his voice. You looked up from your place in the kitchen, where you had been preparing dinner, and smiled at the sight of him.

"Hey, Chris! You killed it in practice, seriously," you complimented, admiration sparkling in your eyes. His tired expression transformed into a grateful smile.

"Thanks, love. It's all worth it when I know STAYs will enjoy it," he replied, his gaze locking onto yours. As he approached, you couldn't help but be captivated by the dedication etched across his features.

"You always give your best, and it shows," you remarked, reaching out to gently wipe away a bead of sweat from his forehead. He leaned into the touch, appreciating the comfort in the small gesture.

"It's a team effort. We're all working hard," he humbly replied, the exhaustion momentarily replaced by a glint of pride.

Turning back to the stove, you resumed your culinary tasks, the kitchen filled with the delightful aroma of a meal in progress. Chris, not wanting to miss an opportunity to express his g