How would ot13 react to their lover wearing their hoodie
s.cσups:
He notices right away, smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You raided my closet again?” he murmurs, voice lazy and fond. When you shrug, he tugs lightly at the sleeve. “You smell like me now,” he says quietly, almost to himself. Then, softer, “Don’t take it off, yeah? It suits you.”
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jєσnghαn:
He just stares for a moment, then laughs under his breath. “You could’ve asked,” he says, tone teasing but his eyes soft. When you look up, he adds, “No, I like it. You look comfortable.” He brushes your hair out of your face. “It makes me feel like you’re close, even when you’re not.”
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jσshuα:
He doesn’t say much at first—just watches you tug the sleeves over your hands. Then, with that warm, easy smile, “You know… that looks like it was made for you.” He pulls you closer by the hood strings, presses a light kiss to your forehead. “Keep it for a while.”
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jun:
He grins when he sees you curled up in his hoodie. “You like it?” he asks softly, taking a seat beside you. You nod, and he hums, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Then it’s yours,” he says. “I like when my things end up with you.”
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hσshí:
He comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. “That’s mine,” he whispers near your ear, smile audible in his voice. You nod. “You can keep it,” he adds, “as long as I still get to hug you like this.”
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wσnwσσ:
He notices quietly, the corners of his mouth lifting. “You look small in that,” he says, voice gentle. You expect him to tease, but instead he adds, “It looks safe on you. Like it’s supposed to be.” Then he reaches over and fixes the hood, thumb brushing your cheek.
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wσσzí:
He glances up from his work, blinking a few times. “Is that…?” You nod. His expression softens. “You always pick the one I wear the most.” He exhales, smiling faintly. “Guess that means I should buy another—so you can keep that one.”
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dσkчєσm:
He beams the second he sees you. “You’re wearing my favorite hoodie,” he says, voice full of wonder, not surprise. When you tell him it smells nice, he blushes, scratching his neck. “I’ll wear it more often, then—so it always smells like me for you.”
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míngчu:
He catches you half-asleep on the couch in his hoodie, hood half over your face. He doesn’t say a word—just kneels down, tugs it gently to cover your shoulders better, and smiles to himself. “You look happiest when you wear my things,” he whispers.
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thє8:
He doesn’t react loudly—just gives that tiny smile. “You always take the one I was looking for,” he says softly. Then he sits beside you, resting his hand over yours. “But you make it look better than I ever did.”
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sєungkwαn:
He notices you pulling the sleeves up to your chin and sighs quietly. “You look like you needed something warm,” he murmurs, and opens his arms without a word. When you settle into his hug, he smiles against your hair. “Keep it. I’ll find another reason to lend you something.”
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vєrnσn:
He glances over from his phone, taking a second to process. “That’s mine, right?” he says with a little laugh. Then his tone softens. “It’s cute seeing you in it.” After a pause, quieter: “Feels kind of… right, you know?”
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dínσ:
He catches you before a schedule, wearing his hoodie like it’s nothing. “You took that from my bag, didn’t you?” he says, smiling. You nod. He just shakes his head, amused and shy. “Keep it, hyungs ’ll tease me anyway. You look too cozy for me to complain.”
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