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It's going into the early hours of dawn, and Jihoon has been playing this game for ages. but there’s no schedule tomorrow and everyone’s already sound asleep, so he feels like sitting sideways on the couch, legs stretched across the length of it, isn’t disturbing anyone.
Except apparently not everyone is asleep, because there’s suddenly a dark creature looming behind him. Just standing there, not speaking. Not wanting to get dragged into a battle of wills, Jihoon heaves a long-suffering sigh and decides to ask, “Hey, it’s getting creepy, Woojin-ah. Do you want something?”
Woojin clicks his tongue, hands on his hips while his face goes through multiple expressions. He settles for discontent. What follows is something that Jihoon rarely sees, something that Jihoon is more likely to get from other members than from Woojin because apparently men from Busan don’t Ask For Comfort. (The rest of the Busan line beg to disagree.)
So when Woojin opens his arms wordlessly, lips jutting out into a pout, Jihoon gets up and steps into them, wrapping his arms around the other’s waist. He nuzzles his nose into Woojin’s shoulder as he is slowly enclosed in those arms, the two of them basking in each other’s presence. It’s like being bundled in piles of thick blankets, the first sip of cocoa warming a path down his throat. Hugs with Woojin feel like home.
Jihoon grips the back of Woojin’s shirt, mumbling a muffled, “What’s wrong?” There’s a gentle pressure at the side of his head, where he knows Woojin just laid a kiss.
“Pay more attention to me today,” Woojin says, his voice roughened by sleep. His arms tighten around Jihoon almost painfully, but it’s not the kind of pain Jihoon can feel with his body.
He tries to get some wriggle room to plant a chaste peck on the Woojin’s neck, and another on his jaw. He gets enough space to kiss Woojin’s cheek and the corner of his lips. “You’ll regret asking for this,” he warns before pressing their lips together briefly. They part, noses just barely grazing, and Jihoon feels more than sees Woojin grinning against his mouth, breathes in the confident, “I never do,” that Woojin kisses onto his lips.