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Moonjo was extremely touchy.
He was always physically touching Jungwoo in some form whether it was having a hand on his lower back to guide him. A hand on his thigh even they eat anywhere including home. Fingers playing with his own when they're out shopping for clothes or groceries. Kisses whenever Moonjo gets the urge... which was to say always. He would even pull the smaller man into his lap no matter who was watching or where he was seated. He was the better chair is what Moonjo had said with a blank expression on his handsome face when he protested, shrugging as if that was the only logical answer.
Jungwoo was not into it at first. He never was this physical with Jieun... ever. So of course he fought back but Moonjo would just pull him back in and keep him there. Eventually, he grew to tolerate it. But somewhere along the countless nights and days he'd spent with the older man, he had come to crave it.
Like now...
It was a rough day at work being a simple editor at a publishing company. A job that Moonjo had somehow gifted him. A gift that earned Moonjo a free pass to his body that night after he had spent five minutes crying tears of appreciation and love into his chest. But today? He was entirely burnt out. His neck ached from bending over paperwork. The tips of his fingers felt numb from typing so aggressively trying to meet the company's deadlines. Jungwoo felt as if his brain was trying to rebel and beat its way out of his head. Right now as he walked into his building and into the elevator, blinded by the fluorescent lights, all he wanted was to be held, specifically by his creepy boyfriend of three years.
Walking into the spacious penthouse was a task on its own so Jungwoo had no idea how he went through his entire night routine of showering and washing his face. In the blur of his sequences of motion, he had managed to snag his new body pillow from the couch in his office and turn off every light in the house before curling around the pillow on the couch. Now in the comfortable darkness with the air conditioner giving off a pleasant hum, he waited.
Jungwoo had realized that he hadn't told Moonjo that he was now home nor had he answered his last text, a simple "I miss you, baby.", but the declaration and recent new pet name still made his cheeks flush. He felt bad but he also knew that the other would come for him sooner or later. Moonjo never truly left Jungwoo alone. He was always watching. Always knowing. Something that creeped Jungwoo out to no end but also was something he took great comfort in. He felt safe and needed. Moonjo was obsessively alert when Jungwoo was not where he would usually be. Jungwoo knew that Moonjo put a tracker on him from the moment they first met. Jungwoo knew this as soon as he realized that no, the man he had a one-night stand with was not an apparition but was, in fact, stalking him via his watch.
It wasn't like Jungwoo would fault him, especially not when he had confronted him one night in an alley only to be seduced back to his house and now he was laying his couch three years later.
Jungwoo's eyes reopened at the sound of shuffling in front of him. The room was still dark but he knew much time has passed since he's been laying there. He could see the tall outline of Moonjo looming over him, his face hidden in the dark but the feeling of his eyes was something that had Jungwoo clutching his pillow tighter. He had no idea how long Moonjo had been standing there but knowing his boyfriend, it could've been hours.
"You're home," he whispered into the silence. His throat was dry from dehydration and exhaustion.
"Mm. Jagiya, what's that?" Moonjo answered. The shadow shifted to squat in front of his face, a large unseen thumb swiping gently at the space underneath his eye.
He didn't know how but he knew that eyes were watching his lips as his tongue wetted them to ask, "what's what?"
"What are you hugging?"
Jungwoo could tell that something was off about Moonjo. While his voice was always smoky and deep, there was usually a teasing glint in his tone when speaking to him but right now it was so flat. Emotionless and angry. Two of the four emotions that Moonjo carried. Anger was the only one that Jungwoo could not afford to have pointed at him. Jungwoo manifested the energy to lift his heavy body to straddle the pillow before blindly searching for the sleeve of Moonjo's dress shirt, tugging on it cutely in a way that he knew Moonjo loved.
"I-it's my new pillow for cuddles. I needed it- "
Jungwoo was interrupted by a heavy intake of breath. He froze as he watched the shadow stand to his full height, only to walk away towards their bedroom. After a few minutes of sitting there confused and staring into the darkness some more, he decided that maybe the pillow would be his only cuddle buddy for the night since Moonjo seemed to be having a tough day himself. He had laid back down now on top of the pillow, trying his best to fight sleep when the sound of hurried footsteps came toward him. A weak squeal- a sound that he would deny he ever made- was what was heard when he was abruptly yanked by his waist only to be carried to their bed.
He let out a pained moan when he was tossed, the bouncing sending shockwaves through his still pulsing head.
"Moonjo, what the fuck?" he whined pathetically only to receive more shuffling as the man slid into bed next to him.
Jungwoo was fully prepared to whine more until Moonjo decided to manhandle him one more time and pull the smaller man on top of his body. His head was pulled into Moonjo's neck, forcing him to breathe in the older man's post-shower heady scent while strong arms wrapped his thin waist. He felt his body instinctively relax against the strong chest, becoming pliant from the warmth that Moonjo was radiating, a strange but beloved trait to have for someone so emotionally cold.
Jungwoo made an involuntary noise of content; almost like the soft purr of a kitten.
"Jagiya, isn't this better?" Moonjo murmured, placing a kiss on his forehead.
Ah, the teasing tone was back. Jungwoo could hear the smirk in his words. Moonjo was pleased about something. Jungwoo didn't really have the energy to care but he answered anyway... curse the curiosity of a writer.
"Better?"
"Much better than that thing. When did you buy it?" Moonjo asked, his deep voice dropping to a hypnotic tone. One that he knew had a certain effect on Jungwoo when his thumb was rubbing soothing circles into Jungwoo's back. The motion and the rumble of his chest when he talked slowly made Jungwoo sink further into his body.
"This morning," His words slurred. It was getting harder for his brain to push past the haze of sleep to pay attention.
"Mm. Throw it away," Moonjo demanded, leaving no room for argument. His tone was cold even if Jungwoo knew that the smirk was still there. "I know my baby had a rough day today so use me, hm? You'll never need that thing again. Call me when you're feeling tired and want hugs. Or I'll just come to you. That's what I'm here for. My baby shall never desire for anything more than me. I always know what you need and I will never allow someone or something else to get this feeling from you."
Jungwoo could only give an exasperated sigh into his neck. Still, his own body was warm at the dark confession even with how manic it sounded, "It's a pillow, hyungie" he whispered shyly. "One I bought because it has a black cover and it reminded me of you."
Moonjo only hugged him tighter as if he was trying to mold Jungwoo into his body permanently. "You don't need it, baby. I'll always be there. Now go to sleep. My baby is tired. Rest and when you wake up, I'll be here to feed you and cuddle more if that's what you need."
Jungwoo didn't even protest as his head was raised so that Moonjo take a kiss, something he did every night as if it was the only way for him to sleep afterward. The kiss was chaste but forceful and it made Jungwoo give Moonjo a lazy smile in the darkness of their room.
Moonjo carefully pulled Jungwoo to lay back down carefully as if he was precious cargo before he resumed his massaging of Jungwoo's back. His other hand petted his hair. Jungwoo was out way before Moonjo spoke one final time into the darkness.
"I love you to death, jagiya."