you’re glad to be home. it’s been a long day and unfortunately, the house is cold and you wonder if he even bothered to turn the heat on.
it seems that you’re more sensitive to the cold than he is.

you call his name and there’s no response. curious eyes search the area before footsteps enter the bedroom and there he is,
buried comfortably in the sheets. wonwoo’s been working harder than usual and his energy seems to drain faster than ever as
of late. a brief smile on your lips, then a weary sigh before you give into fatigue and fall face first into the mattress.

he barely wakes up, only conscious enough to know that you’re at his side.

“you need to turn on the heat. you’re going to freeze next time.”

“i won’t.” he murmurs into the pillow– and before you can reply, he pulls the blanket over your body and scoots closer enough to provide warmth.

“you will.”

despite the few words of protest, you allow yourself to find solace in his touch and allow his arms to wrap around your frame.
he doesn’t respond for a few minutes and you think he’s fallen asleep, but then–

“will not.”

a soft hit on his chest and a groan of annoyance from the other.

“shut up, wonwoo.”