𝘈𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘻 𝘐𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴

K. Hongjoong

You opened the door to your apartment, the only sound being your footsteps inside. A tired sigh escaped your lips as you walked into your dimly lit bedroom, seeing your boyfriend half-asleep on the bed. He opened his eyes, exhaustion etched all over his face, as he closed his eyes shut momentarily and opened them once more to adjust his view. A small smile played on his pretty lips as he looked at you, his arms opening subconsciously, "Love..." He whispered. His smile was contagious and you found the corners of your lips tugging upwards. "Come here." His voice was groggy and hoarse, evidence that he'd been sleeping before you came.
You were quick to change and jump into his arms, appreciating his much-wanted presence. You looked up at him, eyebags present under his eyes. He had overworked himself... Again. It was late, almost 2 am and he had worked in his studio for so long, you were surprised he was even here with you right now. He rubbed your back slowly, resting your head on his chest. "Did you have fun?" He whispered, kissing your forehead.
You nodded slowly, your arms wrapping around his waist. "Hongjoong...?" you whispered, closing your eyes.
"Hmm?" He hummed, another smile on his lips.
"Please don't overwork yourself..." You said, kissing his cheek.
He nodded reluctantly, knowing he wouldn't be able to get out of the habit. "I'm glad you had fun."
A quiet laugh escaped your lips, "Hongjoong!" You flicked his forehead.
He chuckled as well, rubbing his forehead, "What was that for?" 
"You know what it was for!" You laughed.

He adored these little moments with you: you and him with oh-so-dear alone time (considering that Wooyoung never left the two of you alone). Hongjoong, after all the people you've met, was the most caring, always asking how you are, whether you've eaten or not. Sometimes, you question yourself how you got so lucky to get him as your boyfriend. "How many times have I told you I love you?" He asks, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.
You shrug at his question. The smile on his lips gets wider, "Doesn't matter... I'd tell you that a billion times and it still wouldn't compare to how much I actually love you." He caresses your head, gently, planting a soft kiss on your forehead, "Okay now, go to sleep."
You smile and look at him, your eyes twinkling with love. You might not have known it but he was whipped for your eyes. For you. "I love you, Joong."
"I love you more. So much more."

A/N: I knowwww! It was short and cringe I'm sorry! And short as in VERY short.
Edit: I re-wrote it 😋 because I have writer's block and I have nothing else to do.