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Dropping my bag onto the floor, I head straight for my closets and pull out some clothes to take a run. Hoseok wasn’t home yet, and he wouldn’t be for a while and I needed some sort of distraction until he came back so instead of showering, I decided to go on a run for a while. Quickly shucking my stuffy work clothes, I pull on the leggings and sport jacket and shove my wallet and keys into the pocket, tucking my phone into the armband after I locate my earphones. Pressing the button to start up the music, I lock my door and jog downstairs and burst into a full sprint, calves burning and houses blurring.
Today had started as every other day; with a kiss on the cheek from Hobi as apology for leaving so early. As always, I’d fallen asleep after his departure and woke up later to prepare for work and the day had gone the same as every other day at work. Which was why I couldn’t figure out why I felt so sad. It was the kind of sadness that just weighed you down and left you wanting nothing more than sleep. Running had always been my best method of calming down but even as my lungs begin to protest, the weight doesn’t lessen up so I keep running until I’ve come in a huge circle back home. Sighing as my breaths leave in pants, I make my way back upstairs, heading straight for the shower.
I don’t take too long since I know Hoseok would be home soon and sure enough, I hear the door open as I’m pulling on my clothes. Shuffling outside I see him sitting on the kitchen stool, twirling a finger on the rim of a glass of water. Without any hesitation, I walk straight to him, wrapping my arms around his waist from behind and bury my face into the crook of his neck. “Hello to you too, sweetheart,” he chuckles. I respond with a series of pecks along his neck, gripping his waist tighter. He’s kind of sweaty, but I can still smell his cologne on his clothes and I take in his scent, taking comfort in his existence.
“Hobi, I’m sad,” I tell him flatly and he unwraps my arms from his waist so he can turn to face me. He scans my face for any evidence of tears and nods. “Did something happen?” he asks softly, grabbing my hands and pulling them into his lap. I shake my head. “Do you know why you’re sad?” he asks and I shake my head again. “I’ve just missed you all day. I’ve been feeling so weighed down today, like something bad happened but today was just like every other day. I even went on a run but I still don’t feel any better,” I explain as his thumbs rub circles into my wrists.
“Hmm, sounds like you’re in dire need of cuddles,” he hums, taking on his doctor voice, “Maybe I should up your tickle intake. When was the last time you got tummy kisses? What’s that?” he leans against my chest, pretending to listen to my heart, “How long?! Three months?! That’s absurd! Come along now, I need to treat you immediately!” he hooks his arms under my knees and lifts me, as I giggle into his chest, clinging to his neck for stability and he marches to the living room and gently tosses me onto the couch, attacking my sides with tickles.
I thrash immediately, squirming under him, laughing as he tries to tickle me as hard as he can without hurting me. “The doctor says you need kisses!” he announces suddenly, leaning in to kiss all over my face, unrelenting in his tickling. He moves down and pushes my shirt up to kiss my tummy, pausing to blow raspberries after every few kisses. “Ho-Ho-seok! Uncle! Uncle!” I cry out, face aching from laughing so hard. He sits back on his haunches, looking at my breathless form, a small smile tugging on his lips. “Feel better?” he pulls my shirt back down and I shake my head. “I think the doctor said I need some cuddles,” I pout, looking up at him. He chuckles and pulls me to his chest and I snuggle into his warmth as he kisses my cheek. I curl into him, “Thank you, sunshine, for clearing the clouds,” I whisper, as he hums happily, wrapping his arms around me and holding me closer, driving away the clouds that hung over me all day.