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Is That My Shirt? | Seokjin Pt. 2

A part 2?

  A PART TWO TO A ONESHOT I WROTE LIKE, FOREVER AGO?

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    Seokjin peels off his longsleeved shirt, throwing it to some unknown corner of the living room. The house was dark, only the sound of kitchen appliances running in the background.

   "Jagiya!" Seokjin yells, kicking off his shoes by the door. Usually you wait up for him, no matter how late he's kept up at the studio. You were stubborn that way, and it was one of the countless reasons that Seokjin had fallen in love with you.

  One of the reasons that he would always remain in love with you.

   Seokjin makes his way into your bedroom, finding you curled at the head of the bed. You cradled his pillow to your chest, your bare feet tucked under your own. An oversized shirt hung to the middle of your thighs, the otherwise short sleeves ending past your elbows.

  Seokjin immediately recognizes it as one of his sleeveless shirts.

  Which he spent the majority of this morning looking for, since he wanted to wear it to the studio for learning choreography.

    "That explains it." Seokjin says, a smile playing at his lips. He turns away from you, getting ready to get into bed next to you.

  He peels off his shirt, not bothering to get into the shower. He would probably just convince you to let him get into the shower with you in the morning.

 

   "Jin?" A sleepy voice murmurs from behind Seokjin. The shirtless male jumps, turning around to look at you. You were sitting up, your hair a mess and your eyes squinting.

    "I'm sorry, love. Did I wake you up?" Seokjin asks, kicking off any remnants of clothing. He turns, crawling up to the head of the bed. As if by habit, he scoops you into his arms and pulls you under the covers with him. You let him, feeling as one of his hands comes up to cradle your head to his chest. The other remains on your waist, his hand splayed on the small of your back.

    "Yeah." You reply, removing one hand from between you and Jin to wipe your eyes. You replace your hand, trying to escape the cold air around you.

    "I'm sorry. Can I make it up to you?"

    "I don't know. Getting me warm and cuddling me all night would be an excellent start."

     "Your wish is my command."

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      I'm working on requests. I promise.

Sorry for another xtra short oneshot.