𝗚𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗖𝗛 𝗠𝗢𝗗𝗘 | 𝗡𝗖𝗧 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠

Simple Pleasures | Jeno Imagine #13

Title: Simple Pleasures

Genre: Fluff...lots of it lol

Warning: mildly suggestive towards the end

Word Count: 835

Author's Note: Again, I apologize for how long it's taken me to update on here. College has been keeping me pretty busy this month (and I will continue to, I'm afraid). But I managed to write this little scenario over the past few days. I also have a new Haechan fic that I plan on posting in the near future. So please look forward to that! 

                           Thank you for reading ^ ^

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Quiet evenings have always been your favorite. As the sun dipped below the horizon and the moon rose to take its place, the day's dishes were neatly stacked in the dishwasher, ready for their nightly cycle. Freshly folded laundry was tucked away in the dresser and closets, organized for the week ahead. After a soothing shower washed away the weariness of the day, you let your hair air-dry. Now, two hours later, it's finally dry as you lean back in the swivel chair at your desk.

You didn't need to touch the long hair cascading over your shoulders to know how silky smooth it was. Freshly washed hair was one of those simple pleasures you'd grown to appreciate as you matured into a young adult. And as it turned out, your husband Jeno seemed to love it even more.

The soft creak of the door caught your attention, and you turned your head to see him quietly step inside. Even though he'd just come home from work, the sight of his oversized hoodie with a print of a white cat and black sweatpants told you he had already freshened up at the company. According to him, it saved more time for you. Not that you complained otherwise.

With just a foot in the room, his eyes were immediately drawn to your hair. A familiar warmth spreads through your chest, though he's done every time, without fail. Jeno was always affectionate— he'd find any excuse to hold you, kiss you, or simply be close. But there was something about your freshly washed hair that made him borderline obsessed.

"Hey babe," His deep voice was soft, laced with that playful tone he often used when he was about to be extra clingy.

Though the compliment made your cheeks flush with warmth, it didn't stop you from getting up and walking over with open arms. "Hey Honey," you said back.

As soon as he was within reach, your arms naturally slipped around his waist. His strong arms wrapped around you in return, pulling you into his chest. Your shoulders relaxed as you melted into his embrace, feeling his nose gently nuzzle against the top of your head. One sniff was all it took to bring a smile to his face.

"You smell amazing," he mumbled, his voice muffled as he buried his face deeper into your hair.

His voice was muffled as he buried his face deeper into your hair, making you giggle. "Thanks, you always say that."

It still surprised you sometimes, remembering how Jeno didn't like the scent of red ginseng before you got married. But after moving in together, it grew on him quickly. He'd often say he liked the fragrance far more than the taste of the Korean root.

"Only because it's true," he said with a confident grin.

Shaking your head with a chuckle, you pulled back just enough to meet his gleeful gaze. A shiver ran down your spine as his fingers gently threaded through your hair, brushing against the nape of your neck.

Trying not to let his touch be too distracting, you hummed. "Well if you love the scent so much, maybe you can join me in the shower next time."

The tone in your voice was innocent, which perhaps made the playful glint in Jeno's eyes spark even more mischievous. His lips curled into a knowing smile.

"Oh?" his voice dropped, sending your heart racing. "You want me to shower with you, babe?"

Your face turned a deeper shade of red as you realized how your suggestion sounded to him. "T-that's not what I meant!" you stammered, stepping back in an attempt to escape his arms.

But Jeno held you firmly in place, clearly enjoying your flustered reaction a little too much.

"Mm-hmm, sure. But now that you've mentioned it, I'm not exactly against the idea," he teased, though you caught a hint of sincerity in his words.

The you from those first few months of marriage would have shied away in this moment. Honestly, you could say the same about Jeno and he'd agree. But two years of marriage had made you two a little more bolder.

Glancing up at him, you leaned in a little closer so that your noses brushed against one another. "Maybe...I don't hate it either."

The way your voice lowered in a soft murmur, made Jeno's heart pound even louder than yours. His eyes darkened slightly and he leaned in to press a tender kiss to your lips.

"Well then," he whispered against your mouth, "I'll hold you to that next time, babe."

The feeling of his lips left this lingering heat, a silent promise of the many kisses yet to come that night, and forever really. As your lips met again, you couldn't help but smile while his fingers tangled in your hair even more, making your heart feel light and full.

Among all of your simple pleasures, freshly washed hair held a close second, but Lee Jeno was undeniably your favorite.

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