Wooyoung was already sitting on the couch munching on some snacks when you entered the living room. Your favorite blanket was conveniently wrapped around his frame, tucked deeply behind him, most likely to prevent you from taking it back. He did everything possible to avoid eye contact.
You squinted your eyes at him, plopping down on the couch. "You look cosy," you remarked sarcastically.
He hummed, biting back a mischievous smile and still avoiding your eyes. He knew he would be unable to keep a straight face if he looked at you. That man was weak when it came to you.
A moment passed where he finally managed to fight the urge and settled back into his show. It was one he often binged when he came home. You recalled him mentioning how much he preferred to watch crime shows when he was in comfortable clothes and knew he wouldn't be sleeping alone.
The next episode started, the familiar theme song playing once again. "You know, you'd think the singers would get tired of repeating this song for every episode."
Wooyoung suddenly burst into laughter at your silly words, immediately looking your way. "What are you even saying?"
You started giggling too, shrugging carelessly. "What? Am I wrong? It's the same one each time!"
He continued to laugh loudly, hand reaching up to cover his mouth as if to contain the sound. "You're so stupid. What are on?"
You couldn't help but lean forward in your seat, laughing just as loud as him. "You're stupid! You're telling me they don't get tired of repeating it so often? The same song, over and over-" you were cut off by a pillow being launched in your face.
"Stop it!" Woo cried out, wiping at the tears that built up. "I can't hear the show!"
You threw the pillow back at him, cheeks hurting from grinning so hard. "You're going to look at me and tell me that I'm wrong?"
He let out a scream, his laugh increasing its pitch as his head fell forward and landed on the arm of the couch. "Why are you...quoting...videos?" His words were barely coherent with the gasping in between.
You two shared random moments like these often. It only took one comment for you to suddenly burst into a fit of giggles, bouncing off each other's energy until you couldn't breathe. Usually it was over something dumb and not nearly as funny to others, but that's what made it special. The fact you shared the same humor and enjoyed those dumb laughs.
You were able to sit up more after a moment of deep breaths, regaining your train of thought as you did so. "No but seriously you need to start skipping the intro or I will murder you in your sleep."
He sighed heavily, flexing his mouth to help ease the pain in the muscle. "That took a dark turn. "
You sent a pointed finger his way. "I'm serious. And hand over my blanket while we're at it."
"Yes, your majesty," Wooyoung suddenly had a polite response, removing the blanket to raise it above his head with both hands.
Yanking the blanket, you nod at him. "That's what I thought."
He stands, moving to your side of the couch to hover above you. You curl your lip up at him in annoyance, moving your head around him to see the tv. However, Woo blocked you each time.
"Please allow me to lay with you."
Surprised by his words you stare up at at him with a laugh starting again. "What? Do what with me now?"
He smirked, leaning down to grab your arms and hold them away from your blanket. Quickly, he managed to sneak between the comforter and you, snuggling close to you. He nuzzled his head right in your neck, humming softly.
"Get off me you peasant!" You yelled out, wiggling so you could escape his grasp. But it was too late. His arms already snaked around your shoulders, encasing you in and tugging you closer. "Free me!"
He shook his head at your pleas. "Even peasants have desires, your majesty!"
The two of you started giggling at the strange conversation, having no control over the atmosphere anymore. When it came to your evenings together, it was like laughing gas filled the air each time. Uncontrollable laughter becomes quiet only for a brief amount of time before it starts up again.
"Let me go-"
"Shh!" He yelled, a hand struggling to raise up and cover your lips. "The show...it's on!"
You stopped suddenly, eyes maneuvering back to the tv to watch the show you both missed more than half of. Still, you both silently watched the scene that caught his attention. You sat there, squeezed against your lover-against your will- with his hand cupped harshly around your mouth, intently staring at the screen.
"I knew it," he whispered to you, shaking his head. "It was the mother all along."
Taken aback, you swivelled your head to look at him with furrowed eyebrows. "You watched the show without me," you accused.
He sucked in his lips, once again avoiding your eyes. "I did not."
Your eyes widened. "With San?!"
He released you quickly, rushing to put distance between you and him. "Baby, wait-please, wait! Y-you see, I was bored on the airplane, and I-"
"I thought I was the only person you'd cuddle after watching true crime." You shook your head at him. "I guess I was wrong. I guess Kristoff doesn't love you."
Wooyoung stumbled over his feet as he attempted to go back to his side of the couch. "Why are you quoting things again?!"
Giggles escaped your lips, mimicking his. "Why do you understand what I'm quoting?"
He rubbed at his face, trying desperately to stop laughing. "I hate you so much."
"Right back at you," you joked, winking and smiling big.
You could never have these sort of conversations with anyone else. The laughs, the crazy talk, the understanding, all of it combined just made the best conversations for you to share. And that was something you grew to adore about Wooyoung.
