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swiftstarr · 6 months ago

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Pairing: Jungwon × Reader

Contents: Fluff (a little suggestive)

(genuinely pure fluff guys, I wrote it for my friend but I'll leave it here too)

*not proofread, I'll find some time to check it eventually

“Jungwon-ie,” you call out for him as you nudge your shoes to the side before bending to pick them up. “I’m home.”

It had been anything but a good day - you’d been fiercely reprimanded after missing a deadline for an important project, but no matter how you tried to explain to them that it happened because of the endless wave of emails after emails, projects due in less than a week, and no matter how hard you toiled, it never subsided.

So here you were, safe at home at last, where you could finally get that hug that you’d needed all day from Jungwon, who was approaching you right now.

“Ah, jagiya, you’re finally home,” he replied as he walked towards you, arms outstretched.

He always knows just what I need, you think to yourself as you melt into his warmth.

Nothing beats a hot bath after a long day, and that’s why Jungwon draws one for you while you put your things down and undress. When you enter the bathroom, the tub’s filled with hot water, with just the smallest bit of steam rising off it. He’s even placed all your favourite soaps and scents on a stool next to it, with a clean towel hanging off the rack and a rag laid out so you won't slip when coming out of it.

He helps you into it, arm around you, hand on your waist, letting you have your privacy after leaving a peck on your forehead.

Once you’re done washing up, you dry yourself and head outside, where he’s already laid out his warmest hoodie and a pair of shorts. You slip into it, sighing in content as the materials hug your body with the littlest friction.

He’s not in the room, so you walk out into the kitchen, your clothes and towel in your hands. Dropping them into the laundry basket in the back, you turn to where he’s moving around in front of the stove. A heavenly aroma fills the air, and you sniff dramatically before collapsing into the nearest chair. You know what he’s making, but you ask him anyway, “Jungwon, what’re we having for dinner?”

“Huh?” he says, looking up. When his gaze lands on where you’re situated, he breaks out in amused laughter, leaning against the counter for support. When he turns back to you, he’s still grinning from ear to ear as he answers you, “I’m making ramyeon for you,” he looks a little sheepish at this, and it becomes apparent why when he further explains, “It’s not much, but it’s a little too late for me to make anything more since I’ve eaten as well.”

“Ah, you’ve already eaten? That’s good, what did you have?”

“Oh, the boys were over earlier, so we ordered something in.”

“Ahh, I see. Did y'all have fun?”

“Mm,” he nods, and turns back to turn off the stove. You stand up, reaching up into the cabinet above to retrieve two bowls.

When he sees the extra bowl, he quirks his brow in questioning.

“Come on, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel like having at least a little.”

A grin splits over his face and he admits, “Ah, you know me well.”

The two of you dig in in silence, or so you think, ‘cause while you’re busy blowing on the noodles to cool them down, Jungwon’s busying his eyes with the task of soaking up every detail of you as you eat.

The rest of the ramyeon is emptied considerably fast, but when you stand up with your bowl in one hand, other hand reaching across for his bowl, a hand lands on your arm, promptly stopping any further actions.

“Jagiya, you really think I’m going to let you clean up while I’m around?”

You blush, heat pooling in your stomach. “I’m not a baby, Won. I can take care of myself.”

“That’s right, but I can take care of you too, so don’t tire yourself when I can do it. Go to the room and rest, I’ll be there in a moment.”

So you leave reluctantly, but not upset, and make yourself comfortable on your shared bed.

For a while, the only sound was the crisp sound of the turning of pages as you read on and the splash of water against the dishes. Then there’s the pitter patter of feet moving towards your room, and then he’s suddenly by your side, leaning over to deliver a kiss on your cheek.

He walks over to the other side and climbs into bed beside you before gently pulling the book from your grasp and setting it aside.

“Hey!” you protest, but you’re quickly silenced by his lips on yours. You’ve never lost every thought in your head that fast. It’s probably a record, but you couldn’t care any less right now.

Have his lips always been this smooth? a part of you wonders subconsciously. Or warm, and- but your thoughts are once again removed when you feel him pulling you closer towards him while tilting your head up to face him.

“Look at me, jagiya.”

Your eyes fly open and you just know you're turning into a blushing mess beneath him, but how could you not, when he’s so perfect - when he’s Jungwon?

He handles you with care, moving his hand upwards to cup your cheek. The warmth of his body disappears, and you can hear the bed shifting under you as he adjusts himself so he’s right on top of you now, but his lips never leave yours, nor weaken. Instead, your kiss deepens into something more passionate, and fiery.

“Are we going to do something else?” you murmur against him.

“No,” he laughs as he pulls away to look at you. “Unless that’s what you want to do,” he continues, smirking teasingly.

“No!” your blush creeps back. “I mean, not now.”

“Then what do you want to do?”

“Just cuddle,” comes your muffled reply from where you’d buried your face to hide your embarrassment.

He doesn’t give you a response immediately, busy inhaling the scent of the shampoo he’d helped you set aside a while ago. “Okay, then, come,” he invites, leaning his head against the pillows on his side.

You shuffle closer to him, but not close enough for him apparently, because he pats the space in between both of you and says, “Come on, come closer.”

You listen to him, but you wish you hadn’t because the moment you edge nearer, he slings an arm around you and yanks you right into his chest where you can feel every one of his abdominal muscles, which thus leaves you breathless and your insides full of butterflies.

He bursts into hysterical laughter at the sight of your taken-aback expression and once your body functions come back to you, you figure how to raise your arm and smack him on the shoulder.

“That wasn’t fair,” you huff.

He giggles, rolls you over and pulls you against him so that your back’s against his chest, gentler than before, and kisses your shoulder in apology. But you’ve already forgiven him. It’s the way he holds you, you think.

The way he holds you, as if you’re worth every bit of his heart, as if you’re the only one that exists for him. As if at the end of the day, you’re where his heart lies.

“Thank you,” you whisper, giving him a kiss on the cheek when your words fail you. You’d never known him as the kind to get embarrassed, but he flushes a surprisingly vibrant shade of red, like a strawberry under your touch.

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