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The apartment was filled with a sense of quiet anticipation as you awaited Haerin's return from her promotion tour with Newjeans. The air seemed to hum with the energy of her impending arrival, and you couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and longing.
When she finally walked through the door, it was with a weary smile that tugged at the corners of her lips. The exhaustion was evident in the droop of her shoulders and the heavy-lidded look in her eyes. She practically collapsed onto the couch, a soft sigh escaping her.
"Hey there, superstar," you greeted, your voice filled with warmth and concern.
Haerin managed a tired chuckle. "Superstar might be pushing it. I feel more like a sleep-deprived zombie at the moment."
You couldn't help but chuckle in return, moving to sit beside her. "Well, even sleep-deprived zombies need some love and attention."
As if on cue, Haerin's demeanor shifted. She stretched and yawned, her movements becoming languid and unhurried. It was as if she were morphing into a cat right before your eyes.
"Feeling a bit catty, are we?" you teased, reaching out to gently stroke her hair.
She let out a contented purr, leaning into your touch. "Maybe just a little. Can you blame me? I've been living out of suitcases for weeks."
You smiled, understanding the toll that constant travel could take. "Well then, Miss Kitty, what can I do to make you feel more at home?"
Haerin's eyes lit up with mischief. "Cuddles. Lots of cuddles. And maybe some snacks?"
You chuckled. "Alright, I can manage that."
Over the next few hours, you pampered Haerin to your heart's content. You fetched her favorite snacks, massaged her shoulders, and held her close in the warmth of your embrace. She seemed to melt into you, finding solace in the comfort you provided.
But as the evening wore on, Haerin's requests grew more extravagant. She wanted you to feed her, adjust the temperature, and even fluff her pillows. You indulged her to a point, but eventually, you couldn't help but whine a little.
"Haerin, you're turning me into your personal butler," you teased, though your tone was filled with affection.
She pouted, her eyes wide and innocent. "But I'm too tired to do anything. Can't you just spoil me a little?"
You couldn't resist that pleading look, and so you continued to cater to her every whim.
Eventually, as the night settled in, Haerin mustered the energy to head for the shower. She turned to you with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"Care to join me? I could use some help scrubbing my back."
You glanced at her, your gaze shifting from her to the snacks you were munching on. With a playful grin, you raised your middle finger in mock protest.
"Sorry, kitten. I think I'll pass this time."
Haerin let out a playful huff, feigning disappointment. "Spoilsport."
She disappeared into the bathroom, leaving you to enjoy your snacks in peace. As you listened to the sound of running water, you couldn't help but smile. Haerin's playful antics were a testament to the trust and comfort that existed between you.
And in that moment, you realized just how much you cherished her and the moments you shared, even the ones filled with lazy whims and tired laughter.
