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Yeojoo isn’t an affectionate person, this much Dodo knows.
She also isn’t showy or anything of the like and while sometimes Dodo wishes Yeojoo would be more open with her affection, she’s learned to treasure the moments Yeojoo does show it, stowing every memory in every crevice her mind and heart would allow.
She’s also learned that Yeojoo’s brand of affection takes on various forms. Like when she cooks for Dodo whenever she can, or when she nags at her to rest after a long day of schedules or uni. Her goodmorning and goodnight texts when they’re not together are also some of Dodo’s favorites, because they always come without fail and they’re always the same Good morning, let’s get through today without getting hurt! and Good night, sleep well ♡ . They’re simple words but Dodo treasures them all the same.
Another thing she’s learned is that while Yeojoo isn’t affectionate in its very essence, she can be quite touchy. Dodo’s pretty sure Yeojoo does it unconsciously. Like when she starts playing with Dodo’s fingers when they’re curled up together watching Disney movies, or whenever Yeojoo holds on to her pinky finger whenever they’re out. One way or another, there’s always a point of contact between them and just like everything else with Yeojoo, Dodo treasures these tiny little things with all of her heart.
Sometimes, when Yeojoo is in a particular mood, she becomes extra clingy and these moments never fail to catch Dodo off guard. Innocent touches and hand-holding she can endure but there are times where Yeojoo’s just— God how can she explain this?
Usually, whenever they watch whatever it is they fancy, it’s either they’re on opposite ends of the couch with their legs tangled under a shared blanket. Sometimes they’re curled in on each other with Yeojoo’s head leaning against Dodo’s shoulder and Dodo nuzzling the top of Yeojoo’s head from time to time. Sometimes Dodo has her head on Yeojoo’s lap while the smaller girl cards her fingers through Dodo’s hair, ultimately lulling her to sleep not even half an hour in.
But tonight, after Dodo’s settled on her end of the couch, instead of doing the same, Yeojoo cuddles up to her chest, nuzzling her head right under Dodo’s chin. Yeojoo’s arms are loosely wrapped around Dodo’s frame and one of her own automatically comes up to slowly stroke Yeojoo’s hair. Yeojoo releases a sigh just as her chosen documentary starts, completely relaxing on top of Dodo.
“You’re in a weird mood today,” Dodo tells Yeojoo twenty minutes later. Yeojoo hasn’t moved from her position on Dodo’s chest since then and not that she’s complaining—Yeojoo’s pretty small—but ah, how can she say this? It’s hard to focus on the importance of bees when your girlfriend’s soft and cute and being extremely affectionate when she usually isn’t.
“I’m not,” Yeojoo murmurs, eyes focused on the screen. Dodo can feel her lips brush against her collarbones when she speaks.
“You are.”
“Am not.”
“Sure,” Dodo says, patting Yeojoo’s head. “You’re literally on top of me right now but okay, Yeojoo, whatever you say.”
Reaching for the remote, Yeojoo pauses the documentary and the frame is stuck displaying a smiling beekeeper holding up a honeycomb. Then, she raises her head from where it’s been on Dodo’s chest this whole time, her lips jut out into a pout. She looks like she’s only realized their position now when Dodo pointed it out.
Yeojoo’s adorable, really, and Dodo can’t help it so she leans in for a quick kiss that has Yeojoo stammering, hitting Dodo’s shoulder weakly as she buries her face on the crook of Dodo’s neck. Dodo laughs, arms winding around Yeojoo’s small frame to bring her closer.
“You act as if we haven’t kissed before,” Dodo says, amused. “And if I remember correctly, you kissed me as part of your confession so—”
“Stop,” Yeojoo whines. Dodo responds by bringing her closer and kissing the top of her head.
“Never.”
“I hate you,” Yeojoo groans but there’s laughter behind her words so Dodo knows the they hold no real meaning.
“No you don’t,” Dodo says, one hand reaching for the remote to play the bee film. The honeycomb’s beginning to unsettle her. “If you did you wouldn’t be—”
She doesn’t get to finish that sentence because before she knows it Yeojoo’s lips are on hers, effectively shutting her up from saying anything more. It’s her turn to splutter, and she tries to say something but Yeojoo’s already settling on her chest again, eyes on the television in front of them.
“Just shut up and watch the bees, they’re endangered.”
Dodo can only let out a strangled noise that sounds vaguely like a yes.