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Woozi: Is that my Sweatshirt?

The door slams shut in the distance and a rush of excitement fizzes in the pit of your stomach as you sprint through the maze of furniture, making your way to the front of the house.

The sound of someone kicking off their shoes and throwing their bags to the floor rustled up more excitement that could be obtained, with a flick of your hair you round the last corner and for the first time in over a month, you come face to face with your boyfriend. Lee Jihoon.

His peach fuzz hair and crimson-brown cat eyes, the distinct dimples at each corner of his mouth and his small figure, bundled in clothing. He wore, as usual, an oversized jumper along side light blue, almost grey, jeans and removed his coat and pegged it.

You look daft with a huge smile plastered on your face, however furrowed brows and an intense stare is all that is returned. You cock your head, an unspoken question of 'what did I do?'

"Is that my sweatshirt?" Woozi grumbles, with a puzzled look on his ivory face.

You look down at what you're wearing, massaging the back of your neck with an awkward smile as you realize that you are wearing his clothes, again. You look for a different topic to switch too, but your ears are already starting to turn pink.

"I'm making Jjajangmyun and Spicy Ramyun Noodles!"

Woozi opens his mouth to protest but it is too late, you have already turned on your heels and started for the kitchen, fast paced. You reach the kitchen and jog around the island in the center of the sparkling, black marble and white tiled room, all whilst keeping your back to him, turning your attention into the food.

Strong arms snaked around your waist within a few seconds and the heat of another body enveloped you, you are so enraptured that you physically can't resist. You fit together with utter perfection, his face buried into the crook of your neck as he gently kisses your skin sending a shiver through you.

He turns you around and looks down at you, pleased at the fact you're smaller, but stern looking. He wasn't called 'documentary' for nothing. He took most things seriously and he liked getting his own way, no matter the consequences. He tangles his hand in you hair, pulling your head close to his and resting his forehead on yours; staring deeply into your eyes.

"Y/N."

And that was all it took. "Well its not like you're famous and I'm a huge fan... Its just... I get lonely when you're not here..."

You look at your tangle of hands as the temperature of your cheeks rises to well over 100° you're certain that your face has turned a horrible shade of lobster red as you squirm under his heated half lidded gaze. Unable to meet his eyes, you look at his pastel pink lips and watch as the corner twitches with amusement.

He hooks a single, slender finger under your chin and brushes his thumb across your jawline before bringing your lips to his, in a tender yet passionate kiss. Taking your breath away as he does so and you know you never want the moment to end, so when it does you groan impatiently.

"Y/N. I'm here now." He says in a hushed voice, before meshing your lips together once more.