You slumped against the door of your apartment, cursing as you rattled the key in the lock. It kept sticking because of the cold, and you were so done with its games. Honestly, you were done with all the bullshit in your life, and just wanted some peace and quiet. It had been a long week, and it didn’t help that you were probably getting sick. As you finally got the key to turn the lock and opened the door, a wonderful scent met your nose.
“I’m home, sweetie!” you tried to call but it only came out as a disgruntled moan. Flinging your bag down on a chair, you padded over to the couch. God, it felt good to sit down.
“Hey, baby,” Jisung said, coming over to sit with you. He drew you into his lap. “Was your day any better than yesterday?” You immediately snuggled into his embrace and rested your head on his chest, arms wrapped around his waist.
“No, it was horrible,” you groaned. “Ethan wouldn’t stop screaming and when I finally got him to nap, it was almost time to wake him up again to meet Violet at the bus stop. I swear, these kids are gonna drive me mad!”
You wanted to scream and cry but didn’t even have the energy to do that. So, you opted for just clinging onto Jisung as he rubbed circles into your back.
“Aww, baby, it’s gonna be fine. I promise,” Jisung reassured you. “You have a three-day weekend now, so don’t worry about it! I made you pie, too.”
“Mmmm, true. Thanks, babe, I can’t wait to try it,” you murmured sleepily, looking up at your boyfriend.
Jisung brushed his thumb over your cheek. You leaned into his touch and closed your eyes as you sat up a little in Jisung’s lap. Jisung cupped your face in his hands and gently kissed your forehead, your eyelids, your cheeks, your nose, and finally your mouth. He kissed you languidly, as if he had all the time in the world. His lips moved over yours with the softness and slowness of flowing caramel, and it felt so good. Jisung was intent on showing just how much he loved you in each and every kiss.
With one last kiss, Jisung gathered you to his chest and stretched out his legs so you could curl up more securely on his lap. You snuggled closer to your boyfriend—although, how you managed it was a mystery to Jisung, as you were already clinging to him as tightly as you could. Jisung ran his fingers up and down your back like you were a cat he was trying to lull to sleep with little scritches. With his other hand, he slowly carded through your hair, sometimes pausing to massage your neck or to smooth the lines of your unconsciously furrowed brow. He softly hummed your favorite song and the resonance from his chest calmed you.
This was your favorite thing in the world: slowly drifting off to sleep in Jisung’s arms after a long day. You’d probably wake up later to eat, but if you didn’t, it would be okay. Jisung would carry you to bed, carefully slip you into your pyjamas, and then curl up with you. He was the best big spoon, and the warmth and pressure of his body against yours made you feel utterly safe. He’d cling to you just as much as you clung to him, and partway through the night you always managed to turn around and nuzzle his neck. Jisung’s arms would never leave you.
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