Word: Sweater

“Joshua!” Jeonghan frowned. “Baby! Did you see my favorite sweater?!” Jeonghan growled, throwing some of his other things to the bed. He’d clean them up later. Where was it?

He dropped what he was holding, leaving their room. Jeonghan could feel the whine build up in his voice. “Shua!”

“Yea!” Joshua replied.

“My sweater,” Jeonghan cried out.

“Which one?” Joshua’s voice grew softer as Jeonghan came closer.

He half stomped into the kitchen before latching onto Joshua, burying his face in Joshua’s neck. “my favorite one,” he mumbled.

“Oh,” Joshua said quietly. He held up his arms, his hands covered by a cream-colored sweater that looked awfully familiar. “I think I’m wearing it,” he laughed.

Jeonghan looked down, right into the v of the sweater, granting him access to Joshua’s chest. He hummed, eyes a bit distracted. It was ok. His favorite sweater looked nice on Joshua too. Especially if it was granting him this sort of view.