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It was around midnight. You and Woozi walked along the dimly lit corridor of the estate, heading back home after a long day at Seungkwan’s birthday party. It was the most fun you had in a long time — playing mafia with the members and watching the exciting rap battle between Seokmin and Hoshi was just the tip of the iceberg. The cool night breeze brushed across your face as you look to your right and smile, glad that, above all, you got to spend it with him.
Woozi reaches into his pocket and grabs the keys to unlock the house door. As soon as he does, you dash past him, giggling as you enter the house and prance around the living room, still sugar high from the slice of tangerine birthday cake.
“Wasn’t it so fun, Woozi?” you exclaim, smiling giddily to yourself. Woozi surprisingly remains quiet, which causes you to furrow your brows in disapproval.
You turn around to see Woozi trudge through the main entrance, bending down to remove his shoes and placing both his and yours neatly into the shoe rack.
“What’s wrong, baby?” you ask, perplexed.
Woozi still does not respond. Instead, he continues to walk ahead of you towards the bedroom. Not thinking much of it, you follow behind him, leaping onto him and wrapping your arms around him in a back hug, just before he reaches the bed. Your action does not startle him, but it does make him stop in his tracks. Woozi stands still, patiently waiting to see what you plan to do.
“My cutie Woozi, don’t be so pouty! Can you give me a wooahae? Please?” you cooed. With your face pressed against his back, you could feel Woozi’s shoulders stiffen at your words.
“Babe, please stop with that.” Woozi states plainly.
His words make your eyes light up. At last, a response.
“With what? Calling you cute? But you are~” you teased, grinning cheekily to yourself.
“Babe, I’m not. I mean what I said. Please, stop.” Woozi asserts, his voice defeated as he gently places his hands over yours.
“Alright, fine, I’ll stop…” you concede, feeling his shoulders relax as he heaves a small sigh. “Cutie” you finally add.
In a spilt second, you feel Woozi’s grip on your hand tighten, and before you knew it, your back thud against the firm bed mattress, the sudden impact making you gasp. You open your eyes to find Woozi positioned on top of you, his hands securing your wrists firmly above your head, one of his legs between yours, closing off all potential options for escape. You grow quiet, startled after being caught so off guard, your face hot and flushed red.
Trying to avert your eyes was pointless, because Woozi was obviously staring at you intently. You could feel his gaze on you without even looking at him, making you slightly self-conscious.
He waits for you to finally look at him in the eye.
“Y/n. I’ve told you nicely once, twice, and that was the third time. I let it slide during the party because I didn’t want to ruin Seungkwan’s birthday, but you’re really testing my patience here. Are you asking to be punished, hm?” Woozi coaxed sweetly, giving you a warm smile.
“N-no…” you mutter, words barely audible. Extremely flustered, you look away.
“Oh? Really? Hm… It sure didn’t seem like it when you kept teasing me at the party…” Woozi hummed, his voice trailing off.
Woozi leans in closer, placing a kiss on the right side of your neck. It makes you shudder and let out a small yelp. Your reaction causes him to smirk a little. Aware of your weak spots, he was planning to make full use of them.
“Now that’s cute. Wouldn’t you agree y/n?” he whispered, the warmth of his breath grazing past your neck, the sensation prompting you to hold your breath.
Woozi reaches down once more. This time, he places a kiss right above your collarbone, which causes you to squirm slightly.
“Nu-uh, stay still, y/n.” Woozi warns, his tone stern. You stop and try to stay still.
“Good girl” he praised, glancing back down to continue where he left off. Next, he aims for the other side of your neck. You close your eyes tightly and brace for his attack.
Yet, once Woozi reaches your neck, he pauses, and instead lets out a soft chuckle. Confused, you open your eyes. Loosening his grip, Woozi steps back with his arms folded, gazing down at you laying helpless on the bed. He extends his hand out, offering to help you up. Begrudgingly, you take it, and he swiftly pulls you into a warm embrace. You grumble under your breath.
“Guess I’m not so cute now, huh.” Woozi quipped, a smile lingering in his voice.
You huffed, embarrassed, hugging him tighter and burying your head deeper into his chest, making him chuckle.