Annyeongz One-shots

103. Clingy puppy

Yujin flopped onto the couch the moment he stepped into Wonyoung’s apartment, the rain dripping from his soaked sneakers leaving little puddles on the floor. His tie was loose, hair a little mussed from the drizzle outside, and his shoulders slumped in exhaustion. Wonyoung was perched on the armchair across from him, phone in hand, a mischievous glint already forming in her eyes.

Without warning, Yujin swung himself onto the couch beside her, arms immediately wrapping around her in a possessive hug. His head rested lightly against her neck, and he sighed, a soft, content sound that made Wonyoung suppress a chuckle. “I’m… I’m so tired today,” he mumbled against her shoulder, voice muffled but dripping with cuteness. “These meetings… they drain me. And my stupid sneakers…” He pressed his damp foot against hers jokingly, looking down at the soaked shoes with exaggerated annoyance. “Completely ruined. How can someone even survive rain like this?”

Wonyoung, stifling her laughter, reached out to smooth his hair back from his forehead, fingers lingering a second too long. “Poor baby,” she said softly, playing along. “At least you’re here now. Safe. With me.”

Yujin nuzzled closer, closing his eyes, and whispered almost breathlessly, “I missed you so much today. I… I can’t stop thinking about you when I’m stuck at the office. Even for a second…” His hand instinctively tangled in her hair, drawing her a little closer as if she were an anchor to calm the chaos of his day. Every little sound from him, every sleepy sigh, made Wonyoung’s chest tighten with affection.

She quietly lifted her phone, pointing the camera subtly toward him, and started recording. Yujin continued, oblivious, talking softly, voice low and intimate, rambling about how much he hated the rain, how tired he was, and how much he simply adored her. “I swear… if I had one more meeting, I’d just—ugh! I just want to come home to you and… stay like this forever,” he muttered, pressing his cheek closer to hers. She couldn’t help but let her fingers linger in his hair, tracing little patterns, teasing, yet completely enjoying the warmth and closeness.

Time passed, and Yujin’s chatter didn’t falter. He even complained about how the office coffee tasted like mud, how his back hurt from sitting too long, and how much he missed her smile. Each word dripped with his usual clingy charm, his voice soft, almost whining in a way that made Wonyoung snicker quietly into the recording. She didn’t interrupt; she simply let him continue, enjoying the rare vulnerability and adorableness he didn’t show to anyone else.

Then, after nearly half an hour of this, Yujin shifted slightly to stretch, only to notice the faint glow of Wonyoung’s phone aimed at him. His eyes went wide, a flash of realization crossing his face. “Wait… you’ve been recording me?” he asked, voice still soft but a mixture of shock and mock horror threading through it.

The instant he realized it, Yujin’s entire demeanor shifted. The clingy, sleepy, helpless man vanished, replaced by the composed, gentleman-like figure that Wonyoung had seen on rare occasions. He sat up abruptly, avoiding her gaze, brushing damp hair back from his forehead as if he had just woken from a dream. His voice, now steadier, carried a calm, controlled tone. “Ah… I didn’t realize you were filming,” he said carefully, the hint of a smirk on his lips, almost challenging.

Then, without warning, he stood and began moving his fists through shadow boxing in the small space of the living room. Every punch was precise, a perfect rhythm of jabs and hooks, his body lithe and controlled. Wonyoung, still recording, leaned back into the couch, chuckling under her breath as she watched him. The contrast between his previous clingy, tired persona and the sudden disciplined, focused fighter in front of her was almost comical, yet undeniably captivating.

Yujin’s movements were smooth and deliberate, but occasionally, a subtle twitch or flicker of a smirk betrayed the lingering embarrassment, the knowledge that Wonyoung had caught him in his clingy, vulnerable state. Wonyoung, meanwhile, enjoyed teasing him silently, letting the camera capture every controlled punch, every small shuffle of his feet, and the occasional glance that betrayed his awareness of being watched.