Annyeongz One-shots

92. Cute stealer

Morning light slipped through the thin curtains, washing their bedroom in a soft golden glow. Yujin stood in front of the mirror, sleeves rolled up slightly as he adjusted the cuff of his crisp white shirt. His reflection looked calm, composed — the CEO everyone respected and feared.

He picked up his cologne, spraying a subtle mist along his neck. The scent lingered in the air, clean and expensive.

Behind him, the mattress dipped quietly.

Soft footsteps.

Then warm arms wrapped around his waist.

Wonyoung pressed her cheek against his back, her embrace gentle but deliberate. Yujin caught her reflection in the mirror — messy hair, sleepy eyes, oversized shirt that belonged to him.

A faint smile tugged at his lips.

“Do you need anything, baby?” he asked softly, voice still thick with morning calm.

She shook her head against him. “No.”

But her hands said otherwise.

Her fingers slowly traced along his abdomen, sliding over the firm lines beneath his shirt. Yujin inhaled quietly, closing his eyes for a second as her touch wandered — slow, teasing, unhurried.

“Wonyoung…” he murmured.

Her hands drifted lower, brushing along his waist.

He stayed still.

Composed.

Barely.

Again, he asked, eyes still closed, tone gentle but slightly strained, “Do you need anything?”

She peeked at him through the mirror, lips curling into a mischievous smile. “I said no.”

Her fingers slipped lower again — just enough to make him tense — before casually gliding back up like nothing happened.

Yujin’s jaw tightened slightly. He didn’t move. Didn’t stop her. He just exhaled slowly through his nose, trying to maintain the image of control he always carried.

“You’re playing a dangerous game this early in the morning,” he warned lightly.

She giggled. “I’m just appreciating my husband.”

Her hands roamed again, slower this time, deliberately dipping lower… lingering for half a second… before rising again.

Yujin opened his eyes this time, staring at her reflection.

He could see it.

That smile.

That plotting smile.

Her fingers slipped down once more, and this time she leaned closer, as if she was about to do something reckless—

But instead of lingering where he expected…

Her hand slid to the side of his pants.

And tugged.

Yujin blinked.

She pulled out his wallet smoothly like a professional thief and held it up triumphantly.

“I saw a cute skirt online,” she said sweetly, waving the wallet. “I need your card.”

There was a beat of silence.

Yujin stared at her through the mirror.

“…You little criminal.”

She grinned, already trying to step away — but he was faster.