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Sohee is sprawled across Wonbin’s chest, face pressed into the dip of his collarbone, lashes still clumped from sleep. His lips are parted slightly, soft puffs of breath slipping out as he shifts, a faint whine leaving his throat when Wonbin’s hand slides, lazy and warm, beneath the hem of his shirt.
Wonbin’s voice is husky, rough with sleep when he murmurs, “Want me to take care of you, baby?”
Bookmarked by ttoridoz
03 Sep 2025

