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“I’m home!” you announced by the entrance as you took off your shoes before setting them aside on your shoe cupboard. You and Kiyoomi always made sure to keep things tidy in the house to ensure his sanity and for good hygiene. You then noticed a familiar pair of sport shoes filling up the empty space that you would always go home to.
Wait, is Omi home?
You were quite surprised by the unusual view because he was always staying late for practices since MSBY had another home match coming up, and today he didn’t mention anything about coming home earlier. During this period of time, you both would always miss your own quality time together since the coach would always push the players past their limits; he would always reach home tired and could only do so much when he returned always looking like he was about to pass out. You were always there to greet him and comfort him in your arms, and Kiyoomi couldn’t be any more thankful for your loving embrace.
You walked towards your kitchen thinking to make some dinner for yourself but to your surprise, you didn’t expect to find your favourite dish on top of the dining table, still piping hot. Usually, it would be him coming home to a cling wrapped homemade dish for him to microwave. Oh how the tables have turned.
Seeing this happened, you set down your work bag on the table and felt a wobbly smile forming on your lips and have confirmed that Kiyoomi was certainly home earlier and even cooked your favourite meal.
“Oh wow… he actually cooked it really nicely!” you grinned and smelt the amazing aroma coming from the plate “I taught him really well~” you observed the food before huffing your chest out proudly.
“Well you certainly did” a voice suddenly answered back.
You squeaked from shock and turned your head towards the sound to see your fiancé with a slight smile on his face, already looking comfortable in pajamas with his hair still a bit damp and a towel wrapped around his shoulders.
“I’m home!” you cheerfully declared, raising a hand as if you’re doing attendance.
“Welcome home (Y/n)” he greeted you back before making his way and wrapping his arms around your waist, placing soft kisses on your lips.
You giggled through kisses “I didn’t expect you to come home earlier! You surprised me”
He pecked your cheek before looking at you in the eye with longing affection “Hmm… it’s a nice surprise isn’t it? Coach let us go earlier because he finally saw progress and thought we all needed a bit of a break”
You thanked him for his hard work before threading your fingers through his wet locks giving it a playful whip, and then reaching over his towel and run it through his hair. He ducked his head down a bit for your reach and hummed passionately by your fingers.
Ah he really missed this feeling. Your touches really boosted his mood and for a man who has a huge dislike taking a bath in public bathrooms because of the “possible germs”, he certainly didn’t mind any physical touches from the girl who he’s proud to call his soon to be wife stuck with him for so long.
After drying his hair off and having it revert back to its natural curly state, you kissed the moles on his forehead, a gesture you would always do to show how much you appreciated him “Thank you for the meal Omi, I really appreciate it”
He nodded “No problem, hope you’ll enjoy it.”
You pulled out a chair and began to pick up the utensils placed beside the plate “I’m sure I will! It smells delicious after all”
He took a seat across you and observed your reaction to his home cooked meal. Truth is, Kiyoomi was still learning how to cook and you were always his sweet mentor to teach him the basics. He had always wanted to surprise you with his cooking and hoping he could get a pleasant reaction out of you or perhaps make you proud, and since he came home earlier than you, he thought now would be the perfect time for him to do so.
He just hoped you would like it.
You munched happily “Omi!! This is so good! You managed to get the seasonings just the way I like it!”
Feeling relieved by your bright smile, Kiyoomi let out a chuckle “Well, I’ve learnt from the best”
You finished your meal with a happy filled stomach and took a bath before joining Kiyoomi on the couch. You both played a tv series for background noises, not really quite paying attention to it as you both let out a sigh of relief, finally allowing your shoulders to relax.
“So how was your day?” Kiyoomi kneaded your arms lovingly, liking the way the fluffy pajamas was hugging your soft body. He breathed in your scent, aware of the familiar smell coming from you as you both used the same shower gel together.
“It was fine, well… of course there were some mishaps here and there, but it’s all good” you reassured him, patting his thighs softly.
“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked, ready to comfort you at any moment.
You pondered for a moment, resting your head on his shoulders “Hmm, it’s nothing big so it’s fine. Don’t worry about it”
Kiyoomi nodded in understanding “Alright then, but if you need someone to talk to, I’m here okay?”
“Thank you Omi” you smiled at his response, appreciating how caring he could be.
You both eventually tried to pay attention to the drama presented, commenting on the absurd scenes playing out on your screen. It was then you realized there were some familiar foreign languages mixed in the conversation and that made you remembered something randomly.
“Hey Omi”
“Hmm?”
“It’s just.” You paused and looked at him seriously making Kiyoomi a bit concerned with your tone.
“Did you know there’s a Korean word that really resembles to your name? It’s “gwiyomi”, and it actually means cutie.” You broke out of your serious front and let out an ugly snort.
Kiyoomi squinted his eyes at you and tilted his head to the side confusingly “Huh?”
Ah yes that confused face of his. You found it adorably cute and you really had him react the way you expected to prove your statement. For quite a silent man, Kiyoomi certainly could put up various expressions than one could imagine. It’s one of the reasons why you adore him so much. People would always question your partner choice but you didn’t care about their opinions since you were the only one that could understand him completely. Even if you were to explain it to them, you weren’t even sure if they would get it, but hey, all that matters is that you both understood each other right?
“Yes sweetie, your given name “Kiyoomi” resembles the word “cutie” in Korean” you stated more clearly.
He groaned “(Y/n), you and I both know I’m far off by the word cutie.”
“Oh really?” you challenged him “I wouldn’t think so. I think Kiyoomi is super Gwi-yo-mi~” you cackled and cringed at your horrible pun as you clapped your hands in response.
Kiyoomi brought his palms up to his face and could only let out muffled noises “God (Y/N) that was super bad”
You shrugged “But Omi, I do think you’re super cute though”
Again a dissatisfied sound came from his lips as he looks at you with an unamused expression “Is that supposed to make me happy?”
You looked away and puckered your lips, not caring to answer his question.
“Hmph, I’ll show you who’s a cutie” he suddenly towers over you making you yelp in response, trapping your body between the couch and his broad chest. He brought his arms to your waist, his black mischievous eyes never leaving your worried ones before he started to-
“Omi, sorry, wait-” - tickle you unforgivingly.
“HAHAHA I’m sorry Omiii!!! Stop it!! You know I’m ticklish there!!” you implied to your waist and tried to squirm out of his hold but damn this athlete’s body for being way too buff and strong for your arms to push off.
He stops “Then will you stop it with that word?”
You acted dumb, rolling your eyes and retorted with a hint of cockiness in your tone, still wanting to play this game despite you on the losing scale of this tickle torture “What word? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You asked for it” he started to maneuver his fingers under your pajamas and left feather strokes on your naked sides causing you to thrash around even more, tears threatening to spill out of your eyes. Your actions were completely futile when his legs had your thighs trapped in between them, causing you to stay still and deal with this torture.
“Oh my God! Omi stop it! I can’t take it anymore!! I give! I give up!!” you breathlessly laughed out loud, slapping his arms as you panted heavily from the heavy reaction it took on you.
“Will you stop acting like a brat right now and listen to me then?”
You nodded your head in defeat.
Kiyoomi straightened his back and looked down at you with a winning smirk. He looked satisfied with the work he has done on you before leaning down again and kissing the unshed tears away.
“You’re the cute one here (Y/N)”
You felt embarrassed and touched by the comment but nonetheless still pouted at his words and mumbled sheepishly “I still think you’re cute though Omi…”
“(Y/N)…” he narrowed his eyes at you, frowning at your words clearly hinting his disapproval, “I’m not gonna repeat myself”
“I’m just saying the truth though Omi, you don’t even know how cute you look when you’re pouting or looking at things confusingly, it makes me wanna squish your face!”
Kiyoomi seems taken back by your sudden comment and pulled away from you. He sat cross legged and looked to the side with his palm covering his mouth, face obviously red from your words, trying not to feel bothered by the intense stare you had on him.
You sat up and a grin stretched on your face as you scooted closely to the troubled looking male “Oya? Is Omi-kun feeling embarrassed now?~”
He growled lowly from your teasing “(Y/N), no man is proud to be called cute by their S/O”
“Oh come on Omi, lighten up!” You whined, rubbing your head to his as your arms wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him in close to you.
Kiyoomi just groaned in his arms more at your response and suddenly brushed your arms off before heading towards your shared bedroom, “I’m going to bed”
Feeling alarmed by his reaction and making you think you actually put him in a bad mood, you immediately rushed and followed him, not before turning off your television.
You reached your lightly dimmed bedroom and saw that Kiyoomi was already pulling the covers over him. You approached to your side carefully and slipped in the covers and turned to him with puppy eyes.
“Omi… you’re not actually mad right?” you asked cautiously as you played with the tips of your index fingers.
Kiyoomi didn’t reply and pretended to sleep, chuckling inwardly at your question. Oh why would he be mad really? Despite the situation he was in, Kiyoomi was actually enjoying the moment; you both were just throwing comments before and made each other feel embarrassed, it was quite a long time since you both felt this way with each other’s words.
It was honestly a fresh change of pace after all of his long hours of training, and greatly reassured him that your relationship was still going fine.
But of course his little naughty, teasing side just had to come out to play and have a little fun with you.
He continued to stay still, refusing to look at your side as he continued to listen to your (perhaps half assed) apologies.
“… okay then I guess you’re asleep then?” you huffed at your futile attempts in bringing his attention towards you; you knew there’s a high possibility he’s just pretending to sleep, Kiyoomi wasn’t the type to be a fast sleeper after all.
You felt a bit sad that your unusual quality time day with Kiyoomi ended up like this, so you sighed tiredly, bringing your hands up to his shoulders “Sorry Kiyoomi, I love you, good night”
You turned towards your side and pulled the covers upwards, covering your face as you tried to hide the pout that resided on your lips.
Hearing you finally went quiet, Kiyoomi suddenly slithered his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him.
You gasped dramatically and looked towards Kiyoomi with widened eyes “You’re not mad?”
He stayed quiet and breathed in your neck scent before replying “No, I’m not mad”
You felt relief washing over your veins, thanking quietly to the above that you certainly didn’t put Kiyoomi in an awful mood with your joke.
You giggled “Okay Omi, love you!”
He grunted and mumbled a quiet “love you too” on your neck, making you ecstatic by his response.
Now knowing that he certainly wasn’t in a horrible mood from your joke, you decided to fool around a bit again; unfortunately your harmless joke wasn’t going to tone down any time soon when you found out Kiyoomi was still feeling fine after your joke.
You called out to him as your arms rested on his broad back.
“What?”
“What is 1 + 1?”
He grumbled, vibration running up your neck “(Y/N), I’m not playing this game”
“Omi~ just answer mee” you pleaded him.
He inwardly rolled his eyes “Two”
You giggled, “Wrong!” You pulled back from him and brought both your index fingers up to your cheeks, making a cute pose, “It’s Kiyoomi!”
Kiyoomi looked at you in bewilderment, obviously confused as to what he was hearing.
“Okay what’s 2 + 2?”
He was hesitant this time, feeling a bit cautious as to where this was going. But he looked at your cute expectant face and couldn’t help but to give in.
And so he answered in defeat, “Four”
You rejected his answer again, this time doing two peace signs and bringing it up to your face and waving it around “It’s Kiyoomi!”
Ah he must be feeling way too tired to think this bizarre moment was happening right now.
“What’s 3 + 3?”
“Six”
“Wrong! It’s Kiyoomi!” Bringing both your hands in an O.K sign and making a makeshift goggle from it.
He wanted to chuckle at your adorable ridiculous action but decided to keep a straight face and see where this was about to go.
“What’s 4 + 4?”
‘Kiyoomi again I bet’ he thought, but decided to play along with your antics.
“Eight”
“Kiyoomi!” you cheerfully responded as you held up two fours fingers up before bringing it under your chin and wiggling it with a wink.
So it really is a pattern.
“What’s 5 + 5?”
Oh God when is this ending?? Kiyoomi honestly just wanted to sleep now.
He sighed, ready to close his eyes anytime soon “Ten”
You made a wrong buzzer sound and made imaginary animal ears with your open palms “It’s Kiyoomi! / Kiyoomi, right?” You both said at the same time.
You blinked your eyes at his perfect timing and stared into his unfazed orbs, finding it amusing that he’s actually following your lead despite his lack of excitement in tone.
You continued, “Next! What’s 6 + 6?”
Kiyoomi closed his eyes and groaned loudly, clearly hinting you that he was ready to hit the sack.
“This is the last one! Promise!” you assured him with a laugh.
He exhaled with wavering breath “12?”
You showed a six with your fingers and Kiyoomi thought you were going to say his name again when suddenly you kissed all your five fingers one by one with an exaggerated smooching sound before bringing your thumb up to his lips, expecting him to follow you through this too.
He slowly opened his eyes, eyebrows furrowing at your actions and oh boy the man just wanted to sleep; but knowing this is finally (and really hoping) the last one, he too made a soft smooching sound from your fingers and inwardly cringed at it.
With a wink and a grin, you gave him a thumbs up with the same finger and exclaimed “It’s Kiyoomi! My best wing spiker!” Okay he totally did not expect that.
To say he was speechless and shocked would be an understatement, because here he is yet again, feeling flustered by your words for the nth time at the same night.
Feeling highly satisfied with the impact you made on him, you faked a yawn and turned to the other side of the bed, acting as if all that effort teasing him never happened.
“Okay”, you reached for the night lamp, “Goodnight Omi”
He just stared at you in disbelief, are you seriously planning to leave him hanging like this??
“Oi” he immediately shook you awake to do something back to you, anything.
“Hey, (Y/N)” yet you wouldn’t budge despite the amount of times he tried to make you respond to him.
Wow he knew you loved to tease him but this was getting a bit much for him to be able to keep a straight face. Does he have to wait till morning now?
Hearing you start to have soft snores escaping you, he eventually gave up and rolled his eyes at your lack of response. Oh he was going to plan something for you that will make you react in a way that he’ll definitely be satisfied with. Two can play that game right?
“Goodnight (Y/N)” he finally went to sleep tiredly but with a soft smile on his face, sleeping with you comfortably in his embrace. He has to thank Coach Samson for his early leave into having this awful, dumb yet precious memorable moments with you for the day.