#2pm drabble

[blu-joons]

When He Takes Your Child To The Studio ~ 2PM Reaction

Jun.K:

A frown formed on Minjun’s face as your son struggled to catch his breath once again after being chased around the studio by Nichkhun and Junho.

His hand rested on his head as he watched everything, “how am I supposed to explain all this energy to Y/N when we get home?”

“Just tell her that Y/S/N had the best time with his uncles,” Junho suggested, offering a wide smile across in Minjun’s direction as he chuckled.

“He won’t sleep tonight like this,” Minjun told them all.

Another chuckle came from Junho as your son jumped on him, “unfortunately whether Y/S/N sleeps tonight or not is not our problem, that’s your issue.”

“Just help me out,” Minjun pleaded with them all, “if you keep him this excited then he’ll be bouncing on the ceilings, and I’ll have Y/N on my back for it too.”

“Stop being so scared of Y/N,” Wooyoung couldn’t help but tease too, “she’s not as scary as you think sometimes.”

“Try messing with her sleep schedule,” Minjun warned them, “and that’s what you’re doing now.”

“That’s a you issue I’m afraid Min.”

Nichkhun:

The volume in the studio quickly got louder as Nichkhun walked in, holding your daughter’s hand tightly as her legs excitedly bounced as she looked around.

Straight away, Wooyoung knelt down and opened his arms out to her. “Well, isn’t this a nice surprise,” he smiled, waving at her.

“Surprise,” Nichkhun laughed as he let her hand go, watching as she immediately ran over to Wooyoung, throwing herself against his chest.

“Since when was Y/D/N coming today?” Minjun teased.

Nichkhun shrugged as the rest of the boys walked over to him, “since Y/N got called into a meeting this morning and her parents are on holiday.”

“Maybe we can include Y/D/N in the routine,” Junho smirked, nudging against Nichkhun’s side, “people are bound to love our stage if we use Y/D/N in the middle of it.”

“She’s not here to dance,” Nichkhun reminded them all, “she definitely takes after Y/N when it comes to dance anyway.”

“Oh no,” Taecyeon smirked, unable to hold back his laughter, “we’ve all seen Y/N dancing.”

“Exactly, it’s not what any of us need.”

Taecyeon:

You smiled sheepishly as you knocked on the door of the studio, catching Taecyeon’s eye straight away as your son went running across in his direction.

The rest of the boys chuckled as they read you like a book. “I don’t suppose you guys mind doing me a massive favour, do you?”

“You want us to look after Y/S/N?” Junho chuckled as Taecyeon picked your son up and sat him in his lap. “Do we look like babysitters to you by any chance?”

“I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t desperate,” you assured them.

Taecyeon’s head nodded back across at you, “you’re lucky that we’ve not really been doing much anyway, how long do you think you’ll be?”

“Not long,” you promised all six of them, “he’s fed and he’s got a drink in his bag so you guys don’t have to do a thing, just sit him down and let him watch you.”

“It’s not that easy,” Taecyeon roared with laughter in reply to you, “he’ll be up and running around in no time at all.”

“Sorry,” you whispered, “but just know that I really appreciate you guys doing this for me.”

“We’ll get you back for this Y/N!”

Wooyoung:

Several sniggers came from around the studio as your daughter went toppling to the ground, stumbling over her feet as she tried her best to copy Wooyoung.

He leant down and quickly helped her up, with Chansung on the other side. “What would Y/N say about you doing this?”

“Doing what?” Wooyoung innocently smiled back across at him, “Y/D/N is constantly asking me to teach her how to dance, what better place than the studio?”

“Does Y/D/N really ask you though?” Chansung teased.

Wooyoung’s head nodded confidently as he brushed your daughter down, “you just think I’m forcing Y/D/N to be a dancer like me, don’t you?”

“We all do,” Chansung admitted, looking around the studio. “I mean is Y/N really sick or was that just an excuse to bring Y/D/N along and teach her some more.”

“Y/N is ill…a little bit,” Wooyoung insisted, “but I guess maybe she could have looked after Y/D/N today, not me.”

“You can’t force your daughter into being a dancer,” Chansung chuckled across at him.

“Don’t let Y/N hear you say that.”

Junho:

A pout formed on Junho’s face as he heard the giggle of your son yet again, with Nichkhun pulling a funny face to try and tickle your son’s funny bones.

As he watched, Junho’s expression caught Minjun’s attention. “Are you not coming over?” Minjun shouted over to him.

“You guys don’t need me,” Junho whispered, “you seem like you’re doing a good enough job of keeping him entertained without me needing to be there.”

“You’re not jealous are you, Jun?” Minjun asked him.

Junho’s head shook back across at him, “why would I be jealous of you guys? You’re making my life easier by taking care of Y/S/N instead of me needing to.”

“Are you sure?” Minjun pushed, sensing from how hurried Junho’s response was that he wasn’t quite as fine as he was trying to convince the boys he was.

“You guys carry on,” Junho insisted, biting down on his bottom lip to try his best to control the expression on his face.

“Feel free to join us,” Minjun smiled, “you know deep down Y/S/N likes his daddy the best.”

“He’s fond of his uncles too.”

Chansung:

You raised a questionable glance at Chansung as soon as you walked into the studio, watching as your daughter  rolled around on the floor, kicking and screaming.

An apologetic smile formed on his face as he looked across at you. “I thought you said that you’d take care of Y/D/N.”

“I am taking care of Y/D/N,” he quickly replied to you in protest, “I just forgot to mention that I’d require the help of five other people to take care of Y/N too.”

“She’s in good hands,” Taecyeon called out across to you.

Your head shook as your daughter’s loud giggles could be heard once again. “You know she has a dad to wind her up without needing a fun uncle too.”

“At least she’ll sleep tonight,” Chansung reasoned, nudging his hip against yours. “You needed someone to take care of her, and look at that smile on her face.”

“I guess she does enjoy hanging out with you,” you murmured, catching Chansung’s smug smile out of the corner of your eye.

“See,” he chuckled, “and all of the boys have loved having her here too Y/N.”

“They look more tired than you do.”

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Masterlist

[dontflailmenow]

Work? Who's That? I Don't Know Her.

pairing: junho x reader

genre: fluffffffffff. like give you a toothache fluff

warnings: pfft, none. except reader might need a new job if they make a habit of this

inspired by this photo which is 🥰🥰

You’re not a morning person. Never have been. So forcing yourself to get up and actually out of bed when the alarm goes off in the morning - no matter whether it’s to a song, birdsong, or that annoying default tone on your phone - has always and continues to be a struggle.

Except, these days it’s even worse.

As you curse under your breath and hit the snooze button, you feel an arm wrap around your waist, drawing you back against the solid form of your boyfriend, who is now pressed against you from shoulders down. Instinctively, your arm comes up to cover his, hand finding his and lacing your fingers together. All of that first-thing-in-the-morning grumpiness just… floats away as you let yourself settle into the embrace.

This is why you have almost been late to work three times in the past week. Okay, so you have actually been late two of those three times, but who’s counting?

“Mm, good morning, beautiful,” comes his sleep-thickened voice and you can’t fight the happy sigh it elicits.

“Is it?” you say with a (not entirely) feigned pout, drawing his arm more tightly around you, pulling him even closer.

You hear a soft, sleepy chuckle, then he’s nuzzling against your nape, lips finding an exposed spot on your shoulder and pressing a gentle kiss there. “I get to wake up with you in my arms, so yeah,” he says and the warmth in his voice washes over you. “I’d say it’s a pretty good morning.”

Now you’re just whining, but your words come out half on a laugh as well. “Junho! You can’t say stuff like that!” Turning in his arms so you can face him and hook one of your arms around his torso, you bury your face against his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breaths and hearing the steady thump-thump of his heart beating beneath your cheek. “All I wanna do is stay here in your arms all day.”

Junho slides an arm under you as well, bringing you into a full embrace and stroking a hand through your hair. “So stay here in my arms all day,” he says so matter-of-factly.

You draw your head back just enough to meet his gaze, feeling all melty inside, and grin. “I should, shouldn’t I? I mean, what’s PTO for if not to use, righ–” Your words get cut off with a giggle because his expression is fully mischievous and he’s turning with you, you on your back as he reaches over you to grab your cell phone.

“You wanna call your boss and let her know or should I?”

Another happy laugh and you’re taking it from him, shaking your head. “I’ll do it, you goof.”

And you do call your boss.

And you get to spend the day snuggling up with your favorite person.

[taecmehome]

Junho; Playlist

This is my second post of the things I wrote when I am too tired with school hehe. I hope you guys would enjoy this ❤️

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It was your college's 75th anniversary and everybody is required to attend the gala night. If it wasn't mandatory, you'll be at home sipping a nice cup of coffee while watching your favorite series but here you are in a green dress looking around waiting for it to be over.

You just finished eating your dinner and is now listening to the band playing. It was a local band from your college and they were actually good. When everybody starts to dance and goof around you decided to go out and walk to your school's outdoor pool to spend your time until you want to go home. The wind was cold and so is the water as you sit on the edge of the pool and dipped your feet in it. You were listening to music while scrolling on your phone when you saw the water move and noticed the guy who sat next to you. He was wearing a white polo with neck tie and he rolled his pants up so he can dip his feet in the pool.

"It's more peaceful here isn't it?" he asked looking up to the stars feeling the cold summer wind. "Yeah" you answered shortly.

"Why are you here alone then? It's not safe to be alone here you know." he smiled and looked at you. You studied him. He seems harmless and asking genuinely yet you kind of felt awkward because he is a stranger after all

"oh i'm sorry, i'm Junho by the way im from the college of music." he reached out to shake your hand

"y/n , *the college you want to be in* " you answered and shook his hand.

"Oooh interesting. so y/n i'm gonna ask again why are you here alone and not enjoying the music inside?"

"I just don't like being with a lot of people, and besides that's not my type of music" you said putting your phone inside your bag

"What is your type of music then? If you'd ask me I really like to listen to songs with a chill vibe or most of the time band songs" he said and smiled making his eyes disappear from smiling widely.

"but i didn't asked" he stopped smiling and blushed lightly as he scratch the back of his head embarrassed from over sharing. You laughed softly and tap his shoulders

"I'm kidding, I like those genres too" you said

The night went by pretty fast you two were suggesting different songs to each other, playing some of it and dancing to some. You two were laughing and having a great time creating memories from this accidental meeting.

You two only stoped when you noticed that people are already leaving the venue. He checked the time and looked back at the people rushing out

"What that was almost 2 hours already? time really flies fast huh" you nodded and grabbed your phone to book a cab home.

"uhm..i was uh wondering if I could drive you home? if that's okay with you? it's already late and i'd be more relief to see you home safe" Junho offered while his hands were inside his pockets obviously nervous about making the offer. You checked the app and noticed that it is really hard to book a car home

"Only if i'd get to play the songs" you stood up and grabbed your shoes.

You both smiled and walked to his car not knowing that this is the start of many roadtrips and soundtrips you two would be having.

[k-p-p-d]

Movie

A/N: I wrote this months ago, before I was utterly BETRAYED by Chansung. I didn't want to post it but I'm tired of looking at his stupid traitorous face in the drafts. 😩

You stood there on the train platform, body frozen in shock.  Your mind focusing purely on processing the words he just said to you.  Your cheek still tingled from the slight stubble on his chin as he held you close, while you swore to come visit him again soon if his schedule allowed.  Foolishly you thought he was holding on so tight because he didn’t want you to go.

“Wait, what did you say?”

Chansung hung his head and took a deep breath, it was hard to say it the first time and to repeat it to you might make him break.  “I said we can’t be together anymore.  I’m debuting and I can’t—”

You laughed softly to yourself as he began his rehearsed weak explanation again.  You didn’t expect much, you were both young and had your lives ahead of you.  You were kids, but you weren’t expecting this.  To be broken up with after spending a weekend together before you left for the States with your mom for summer break, was this real life?  “I feel like I’m in a movie,” you said bitterly to yourself but you should have known it was coming.  You nodded your head and put on your best smile before taking his hand in yours.  “I’m so proud and happy for you Chansung, really.  You will be a superstar in no time.”

The chime signalling the final warning for the train sounded and you tried to keep up the facade of happiness.  “You go ahead and head back, I’m going to grab some snacks before I board.”  You squeezed his hand once more before picking up your duffle bag.

“I’m going to miss you,” he said softly.

You could see the shining of a tear in his eye as you reached up to tuck a stray strand of his hair behind his ear.  “Here’s looking at you, kid.”  You smiled softly before telling him to go one last time.

My cheek brushes against his Smooth on stubble for a moment And then it's gone He walks along the platforms into the dream Every fiber in me wants to shout and scream: Stop To run across to him, take him into my arms To tell him: I love you! You silly, silly man, I love you But instead I stand still, heart cracking These little curls on the back of his head bouncing As he steps out of my life, forever

Chansung was tired, that was an understatement.  Since he started life back as an idol it seemed like he was always on the go.  Filming here, meeting there, quick gym session before meeting with bandmates followed by another meeting.  Today luckily was one of those days where he had time to himself, a blessed lazy day that he hadn’t had since he finished his enlistment.  He got up at 5:30 like he usually did, even though he was done with the military some habits stuck.  He made himself a steaming cup of tea as he sat in his living room watching the world wake up through the floor to ceiling windows.  He liked early mornings, when the world was still quiet and peaceful.

Going about his day he felt he was pretty productive for a day off.  He got in a cardio workout, nothing too intense but ensuring he got his heartrate up, sent off some emails and straightened up.  It was when he was relaxing on the couch looking at pictures of his friends' families, nieces and nephews smiling gummy smiles.  He had a wistful smile, happy for them but slightly envious as he saw more and more idols, older and younger, happily in relationships or married.  He had regret, he pushed you away.  Listening to his hyungs and managers.  So he turned on the television and what he saw tightened his chest.

Casablanca was on.

He couldn’t stop himself from reminiscing on the last time he was with you.  He had been so happy, you two burning with the fiery passion of two teens in love.  He remembers the first time you two had met, a chance encounter.  He was out with friends, as were you, he was cocky then.  He won’t deny it, a teen who had already been on two shows—including one that went on to win awards—and he had passed an audition at JYPE.  He was destined for greatness and knew it.  It was probably why you putting him and his friends in their place was so refreshing.  He couldn’t remember who had caused it or what had transpired but when you heard his friends comment to yours, the passion you protected them with was amazing.

“Ya” his friend had yelled at you, “don’t you know who he is?”  The boy had said while pointing at Chansung who just smirked.

You smiled so sweetly, your eyes getting big before you deadpanned, “No” and walked away.  Chansung was shocked and couldn’t believe it.  You had on the same uniform as him but you didn’t know nor care who he was.  He can’t understand why he was that surprised thinking back now, you were obviously a foreigner.  Why would you know who he was but he wanted to know more about you and he found you.

You gave him the same reaction, unimpressed.

He hounded you for weeks until you finally agreed to a date and that was all it took.  You wanted to go see Casablanca, a favorite of yours and he would have done anything you wanted.  Then he made the biggest mistake of his life, he let you go.

He wrote to you, everyday.  You never wrote back, did you ever get them?  He watched Rick and Ilsa on the screen, how his love rejected festered into hate and pain not knowing she loved him just as much if not more as the day she left him.

Do you remember me?  Chansung finds himself wondering that often.  Did you know how much he hoped for one of those dramatic scenes from the movies, you running to him in the rain as he kissed you and told you how much it hurt not being with you and the love he held for you still.  He never knew what happened after you both graduated, he became 2PM’s Chansung and was juggling promotions, variety shows and college.  Were you still in Korea or had you gone back home now that you were old enough to leave from under your father’s wing.  You never liked the constant moving of military life, maybe you finally found somewhere to set down roots.  He’d be foolish to think you were single, you had none of the hindrances that he did.  But he hoped against hope you would come back to him, like Ilsa did Rick.

He picked his phone back up as the movie came towards the end.  He searched through his contacts, looking for your name.  Your number probably changed, it had been years but he always programmed your information into his phone.  Letters came back unopened, your father and subsequently you had moved.  He couldn’t track down your friends and ask after you, that would be inviting articles and anonymous posts about his life.

Sighing deeply, Chansung opened your contact, selecting a new message.

Is your number the same as before? Remember me, let’s set the scene. You and me, what could’ve been. Still swimming in a lover’s dream. Still playing on the movie screens.

Chansung deleted all the words he wanted to say and just left a message saying.

We’ll always have Paris...

~ Winter

[daebakinc]

Jun. K. # 30

Back to you by One Direction

Thank God for airport flower shops.

The roses were a burgundy blur as Minjun ran past the shop, but he’d skidded to a halt to turn back. Less than a minute later, he was back out the door, roses carefully held to his chest to keep them from harm.

His chest is still heaving when he jumps out of the taxi and throws bills at the driver. Minjun doesn’t care about the change.

When you open your apartment door at the insistent pounding, you find Minjun there. Sweat dripping from his face, plastering his bangs to his forehead, and sticking his shirt to his chest. His clothes are still rumpled from a long flight, tiny dufflebag hanging from his shoulder.

“Minjun, what’re you doing here?” you ask in a small voice. “Your tour...”

He knows he has no right to come back to you. Not after how many times he’d left you still asleep or with a rushed kiss on the forehead and murmured “goodbye.” He was always saying goodbye to you and the last time, you’d told him to make it the last one. That you couldn’t take being alone in the relationship anymore.

But he was selfish. He was crazy in love with you. On every stage, he only saw your face in the crowd, only heard your voice cheering his name. He couldn’t leave things like that.

“I came back,” he says. At your silence, he carefully peels the roses from his chest and hands them to you. Minjun curses himself when he realizes some of the flowers lost half their petals in his mad dash. You deserved perfect flowers. Hell, you deserved perfect everything. How could flowers make up for that?

But you duck your head to breathe the scent in, and he sees a smile tease the corner of your lips. His heart skips a beat, then another. Could you really...?

You step back from the door. “Come in.”

[pocket-scenarios]

All You Want - Junho

(Admin: Vector)

Your mind is racing while you stare down at your hands in your lap. Of course, Junho called you because he wants sex, he just wants to get off, he doesn’t actually care about you. Of course, not, you’re nothing to him, you should have learned that by now you should have just deleted his number and left him in your past completely, but he’s an addiction, breaking any addiction is difficult. That’s what you keep telling yourself so that you don’t feel as bad about being hopelessly trapped in the palm of his hands.

Junho coughs pulling you from your mind making you realize you still hadn’t answered him. You aren’t sure what he asked anymore, you just know that it alluded to sex which you had momentarily let yourself forget that, that was all Junho uses you for. You let out a heavy sigh uncrossing and then recrossing your legs shifting uncomfortably in your seat preparing yourself for what you’re going to say to him. It takes a lot of preparation because you know that this is most likely going to be the brutal end to whatever this relationship is if you can call it a relationship that is.

“Can we just stop,” you mumble softly playing with your hands in your lap nervously, “it’s tiring,” you attempt to keep your voice sounding strong turning your head away from your hands to meet Junho’s gaze instead Junho looks confused which you wouldn’t expect any other emotion from him, “you don’t love me, you don’t even like me,” you say flatly sinking your teeth into your bottom lip, “it’s been going on long enough,” you say with a sigh turning your head towards the ceiling his eyes burning through you and making your facade rapidly crumble.

“What are you saying?” Junho says exasperatedly moving to the seat next to yours instead of sitting on the opposite end, “you’ve never been like this before,” Junho says exasperatedly resting his hand on your knee which you quickly pull away from.

“Don’t touch me,” you snap glaring in his direction his startled expression mirrors your internal emotion your heart pounding so hard against your ribcage, “I’m done Junho, I want a real relationship, I want to be really in love, not whatever this is,” your voice finally breaks and your last words come our choked.

Junho drops his head no longer trying to convince you to stay and no words slip from his lips. You let out a scoff pulling yourself to your feet and walking away from the table. You hear Junho’s table move but you don’t turn back keeping your eyes on the door in front of you.

“Can we talk longer?” Junho startles you resting his hand firmly on your shoulder making you turn to face him, “do you really think I don’t like you?” Junho’s voice is soft and it sounds comforting to the ear you almost find yourself relaxing against his touch, but you don’t let yourself.

“No, I don’t,” you say calmly managing to keep your eye contact with him, “I’m leaving,” you say flatly pushing his hand off of his shoulder and turning away from him once more. 

[kpopyourcherryy]

Daddies - (M)

Genre; Smut

Length; 600+ words

As the pink and orange tinged rays of sunshine came through the window, illuminating the room, you lazily forced yourself up.  “Mhmmm..” Your boyfriend, Jae, mumbled as your movements interrupted his sleep. 

A small, soft giggle escaped you as your tired eyes loomed over him then moved over to your second spouse, Nichkhun. Both men peacefully laid there, looking ethereal even in their slumbering states. You thought you had hit the jackpot when you first started dating Khunnie, but then the two of you introduced Jae into the mix and everything turned from a paradise to heaven. 

Just as your mind dwelled further into your adoration for them, a familiar low voice snapped you back into your sweet reality.  “Baby..” Nichkhun raspily cooed, bringing his hand up to your face; brushing your messy bed hair behind your ear. “What are you doing, princess?” 

Hearing your beloved pet-names had your cheeks flushing a bright red, instantly, “I was just admiring the view,” You shyly replied, biting your lower lip as you felt Jae’s large hand caress your thigh. “What can a woman not admire her gorgeous men now?” 

Before either of them responded, they tugged you down- sandwiching you between them. As Nichk peppered gentle kisses all over your face, Jae pressed his lips against your neck and shoulders, “You’re so precious, y/n..” He sleepily purred, his warm breath brushing against your sensitive skin. “Our sweet little angel.”

The more they continued their gentle attacks while pressing their bodies against you, the more your body seemed to react.  “Mhmm, please stop-” You giggled, your breaths already becoming shallow as your arousal steadily increased. “I have work in a couple hours and I don’t need to go in all sexually frustrated because of you two.” 

Both men seemed to get a kick out of your little statement, but at the same time- they spared each other mischievous glances silently plotting against you. 

“Oh but babygirl..” Jae raspily cooed, pressing his lower half against your practically bare bum; bucking his hips ever so slightly as Nichkhun began to do the same. “We wanna play before you go..” 

Their movements automatically ignited that fire in your core while soft whimpers began to escape your parted lips.  “We always miss you so much when you go, kitten..” Khun softly murmured, ghosting his mouth over your exposed neck and chest. “Just let us have some fun before you do.” 

As you open your mouth to say some snarky remark, both men bit down on your most sensitive spots at the same time- Jae sunk his teeth right into the crook of your neck while Khun harshly bit the top of your breasts.  While throwing your head back- burying it into your pillow, nothing but airy, needy whimpers escaped you as they began licking and sucking the afflicted areas. 

“God- God damn it,” You whined, letting out the most delicate gasps as the continued their little assaults. Your hands finding their way to Khun’s biceps, raking your fingernails down to his toned forearms. “Why must you guys do this to me?”  

Jae lifted his mouth from you, his lips curling into a pompous grin as a soft snicker escaped him. “Because, babygirl..” He purred, his hand running down your waist to your thighs; roughly groping them. “It’s just so fun watching you come undone... Isn’t that right, Hyung?” 

Nodding, Nichkhun stopping his nipping, giving your bruising skin faint kitten licks. “Damn right it is..” He added while his hands moved down your body as well; stopping just above your heat. “Now tell us kitten, how do you want us to play with you?” He asked, ghosting his fingers over your clothed slit. 

“Do you want us to take turns on you? Or... Shall we fuck you senselessly at the same time? Hm?” 

To Be Continued~

[promise-ill-be-blog]

Anticipation (2PM Chansung Scenario)

Admin: Nari

POV: Second (male x female)

Genre: Fluff

A/N: This is more of based in the future (a few years, not several).

Sorrow || Surprise || 

Your heart was on the verge of exploding. He was coming home today after two years, even though it felt much longer. You had only seen him enough times to count on one hand ever since his enlistment and it was only for thirty minutes.

You were so nervous that your hands trembled and you felt cold no matter how high you turned up the heater. The jingling of keys came from the other side of the front door and your heart jumped. The time was an hour later than the estimate you had been given for his arrival, but you brushed it off that he was probably hanging out with some friends and having a beer or two.

The door swung open to reveal his handsome, tired face that remained bright looking. His face lit up with a smile and he left his luggage at the door to catch you in his arms. You hadn’t realized it, but you had ran to him and your chest collided with his in a tight embrace. He set you down firmly on the floor and held your face in his hands, his thumbs rubbing your cheeks and his eyes studying your face, as if to make sure you were real.

“Oh, I missed you so much, baby girl,” he whispered and passionately kissed you. His lips felt and tasted the same, and you eagerly returned the much wanted kiss. “You haven’t changed one bit. You’re still as gorgeous as an angel.”

“And you’re still devilishly handsome.” You pecked his lips and walked over to his luggage. “Let’s get you settled in.” You each grabbed a bag and started unpacking, placing everything into its designated drawer. “How was your time in the military?”

“Eh, it was fine. Made some new friends. Had a few guys ask me if they can get an autograph for their daughter. I can’t really complain, even though there were a few guys that teased me about being an idol. Why is it as hot as Hades in here?”

“Oops... My anxiousness made me feel a little cold.” You chuckled and went over to the thermostat, turning it down to a cooler temperature.

You sat up in bed, excitedly waiting for Chansung to come out of the bathroom and join you in bed. After a few minutes, he came out wearing boxers and a black t-shirt, and his hair still wet from taking a shower. He looked so breathtakingly handsome and his presence made you officially feel at home. Ever since his enlistment, nothing felt quite right.

He chuckled and ran his fingers through his wet locks. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

You shyly giggled and looked away, staring down at your hands. “Sorry, I guess I’m just happy you’re home.”

He crawled beneath the covers with you and pulled you to him so that you looked at him. “I’m happy to be home.” He kissed you and reached over to turn off the lamp. In the dark, both of you got comfortable and snuggled, needing to be near each other. Now that he was with you again, his scent filled your lungs and quickly relaxed you, soon drifting off to sleep.