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A loud groan comes from his office. There’s a faint typing sound carrying into the hallway, slipping through the slightly cracked door as you walk past. Gently, you push it open. “I brought you tea,” you offer, placing it on his desk, trying to get a glimpse of what he’s writing.
Hoseok mumbles a thank you and subtly slides his laptop to the left, just out of your field of vision. He looks up, squinting. “Not yet,” he says and cracks a tired smile. You know, because he hasn’t slept well in over a month and the joy doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
“I know, baby,” you coo, sliding your palm over his shoulder to touch his neck. Pressing a kiss to his hair, you knead at the tight muscle. “Why don’t you come to bed early tonight? Maybe after a good night’s sleep and with a clear mind, you’ll find whatever’s bothering you. You’ve been rereading and editing the same part for four days now and I swear you’ve started reciting entire paragraphs in your sleep.”
Hoseok chuckles and reaches for his tea. He ticks the porcelain with his fingers and brings the cup to his lips, slipping back into his thoughts before he can offer you a reply or apology. Not that he needs to, you know how hard and demanding the writing process can be. How disappointing and ungrateful putting colourful and vivid images in your head to paper and doing them justice can be. Or at least, you’d like to think you understand. Understand the pressure your husband is under right now.
It’s not like Hoseok’s agent has been pressing him for the next chapter. In fact, she’s been nothing but supportive of him and his creative process but, Hoseok’s a perfectionist and doesn’t like to settle for anything but excellence.
Which is why you don’t complain when he hides away in his office all hours of the day. You miss him though, and sometimes after a long day of hiding, he slips under the covers before you’ve fallen asleep and shows you just how much he misses you too.
To your surprise, Hoseok walks in all dressed for bed as you’re brushing your teeth. You raise your eyebrows as he grabs his toothbrush, squeezing toothpaste onto the bristles. “You'w fwinished?” you ask, unable to hide your surprise. This time his eyes smile in response as you try not to dribble all over your shirt. Sliding his arm around your waist and putting the brush to his mouth, he winks. “I decided to take your advice.”
You brush in silence, stealing glances in the mirror and sharing gentle touches out of sight. With a nudge of your elbow, you draw his gaze to yours. “What?” he laughs, nudging you back.
You spit the remaining toothpaste into the sink and flush it down. “Remember the Kendrick concert you were raving about a few months ago?” Hoseok’s face falls a little, his mouth morphing into a slight pout.
“I’d completely forgotten about that.”
Beaming at him, you fail to hide a smile. “I haven’t.”
Hoseok watches you in confusion as you walk into the bedroom, opening your bedside drawer to pull out a big envelope. “I would’ve told you sooner,” you say, handing it to him as he plops onto the bed next to you, “it was awful to see you so disappointed when you missed out but I wanted it to be a surprise and you’ve been so busy with your script I didn’t want to mess up your vibes.” You stress the last word with a mocking tone but Hoseok doesn’t notice. He’s eyeing the envelope with curiosity, his fingers curving along the top deliberately— tortuously calm. Inhaling slowly, you try to resist the urge to open it for him. But you’re not the patient type.
“I bought you a ticket,” you blurt before he can take out the two pieces of paper within. Hoseok audibly stops breathing for a second, before his eyes go wide and he breaks into a grin covering the entire width of his face, his dimples deepening with every millisecond.
“I hope you can make time tomorrow,” you start but you get cut off by Hoseok smothering you in kisses. A faint squeal escapes you as he pulls you down onto the mattress with him, pinning you there with his entire body. His lips are everywhere— your nose, your temples, your ears, your forehead, your jaw, every piece of you within his reach is getting kissed.
The thing about being loved by Hoseok is that it’s addicting. It radiates off his being straight into your soul like he’s trying to make sure you always carry some of his warmth with you for cold and lonely days. Being loved by Hoseok is a privilege, his heart big and aching for more of you, his essence the metaphorical cuddle after a long day. And as you’re being held by Hoseok, peppering you with kisses until you’re out of breath and cry laughing, his (and your) love has never felt so pure.