Jung Taek.

Clingy

"Sweetness, you're going to be late."

"Hmmm," replied a mumble.

You pat the ball of fluff curling under the blankets and giggled. You called out again yet the response was the same. Looking at the clock, you started to worry.

"It's half past 7 now. You have to meet the others at 8.30 right? Are you going to make it?"

"....hmmMMM," the mumble grew into a loud groan as two long arms slithered out of the blanket and wrapped around your waist.

You smiled as you wrapped your arms around them. Slowly, you started to pat them.

"Taekwoon, are you alright?"

No response.

"Hey..."

Still no response.

"...do you want me to go with you today?"

Finally responding, a head peeped out of the blanket. Hair dishevelled, eyes barely open, face puffy, lips pursing into a pout; Taekwoon nodded.

"Aw, are you sad that you don't get to laze around the house with me today?" You cooed at him.

He nodded again and blinked up at you. You bent down to level both your faces together and kissed his nose. He smiled sleepily. You continued to kiss him; his eyes, his cheeks and his forehead. He pulled you to sit on top of him and rested his warm hands on your thighs.

"No more kisses. You need to get up," you laughed, patting his chest lightly.

"Just one more...one."

Sighing, you laid on him and pecked a kiss on his lips. He caught yours and returned the gesture; giggling as you pulled away. Eyes focusing on his, you helped to pull him up by his broad shoulders and hugged him.

"There you go, that wasn't so hard now was it?" You sighed against his chest.

"It was hard," he mumbled, hugging you in return.

"There there, I'll drive you to the studio and maybe we can get some latte before you go."

Taekwoon buried his face in your neck and sighed as you rubbed his back.

"I hate scheduled weekends," he whined, "but you make me hate it less."

"Yea, I love you too," you snorted.

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"Thank you and do come again!"

"Thank you too," you chirped with 2 warm lattes in your hand.

Taekwoon bowed his head a little and tagged along to help you get the door open. The sudden gust of wind made him shield you as soon as you got outside of the cafe.

"It's getting colder, you should hurry and get inside. It's almost 9am now."

"Come up with me, it's too cold for you to walk back alone," said Taekwoon, taking one of the lattes out of your hand.

With the free hand, you slithered under his coat and wrapped yourself around his waist; leaving half your body in the cold air. You heard his chest rumble with a soft chuckle.

"But then I wouldn't want to leave. You know how I am; once I see you perform, I can't simply take my eyes away, I gotta watch till the end!" You complained.

"Then stay. It's not like you're a total stranger to the boys. They won't mind," he cooed, patting your cold, frizzy hair down.

You pulled away a little and looked up. Scrunching up your face, you questioned your premade decision. Taekwoon found your face adorably funny; he smiled before pecking a kiss on your nose.