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It wasn’t that Taerae was lonely, no never that. He had people constantly around him to talk to and to give him attention. Sometimes he would watch Gunwook and Yujin bicker at each other while they played games. Ricky would read to him whatever he was reading at the time if he wanted him to. He and Matthew would cuddle up and read a webtoon on his phone together or he would watch whatever drama Gyuvin was watching at the time. Sometimes he would help Hanbin with his puzzles and legos and sometimes he would nap with Hao when he’s around. Jiwoong was always out and about or couped up in his studio so he never really spent time with him during the day.
But the one thing Taerae really needed today was Jiwoong’s cuddles.
Sure, anyone else could provide him with cuddles, and he’d immediately get them if he asked, but Jiwoong’s cuddles were different. Jiwoong is big and beefy, he’s warm and wraps his whole body around Taerae’s smaller frame making him feel cocooned in his arms (and Taerae really liked the way he smelled). The thing was that Jiwoong was so far from the apartment and Taerae really wanted cuddles right now, he couldn’t wait in the car for twenty minutes.
So, reluctantly, he went to Jiwoong’s room and flopped on his bed. Maybe just having his scent around him would comfort Taerae, he doesn’t even need Jiwoong to be physically there. He started to get comfortable by snuggling into Jiwoong’s comforter and surrounded himself with all of the pillows on his bed.
About five minutes later, Taerae let out a huff and kicked his feet much like a child throwing a tantrum. He pulled his phone out to check the time, squinting at the bright screen that read 10:35pm. If Taerae left now he’d get to Jiwoong’s studio by 11 if there’s no traffic. Giving into his own desires, he slid out of the bed and faced Jiwoong’s open closet. It’s not that Jiwoong is a messy person, his room is spotless. It’s just that Jiwoong likes to rummage through his closet a lot, causing clothes to fall to the floor and making it impossible to close the door. After stepping over some clothes, Taerae walked over to the messy closet and picked up a black hoodie. He set it aside, slid his shirt off, then slipped Jiwoong’s hoodie on his body. Of course Taerae would never admit that he’s on the smaller side but the way the hoodie fell just above his knees made him smile.
Walking out of the room, he grabbed his keys and shouted out he’s going to see Jiwoong. He probably should have texted saying he was coming over, but he knew Jiwoong wouldn’t have seen it anyway. When at the studio, Jiwoong gets in a zone where he doesn’t do anything but work on his music in front of him. His phone usually goes on the do not disturb setting and is thrown somewhere out of sight. From the way he left abruptly in the morning, Taerae bets his phone is dead anyways. He made a mental note to bring in his charger when he gets there.
About twenty-five minutes later, Taerae pulled into the parking lot of the building where Jiwoong’s studio is in. He grabbed the food he bought and shoved his keys, phone, and charger into the pocket of Jiwoong’s hoodie. Jiwoong gave everyone a key to the studio, so Taerae wasn’t worried about getting in. Taerae’s copy of the key was pink and attached to a small duck keychain. Jiwoong had been so excited to give he younger his keychain claiming it suits him perfectly and he just had to buy it for him when he saw it. That same week Taerae had just so happened to lose his main keyrings making the one’s Jiwoong bought him his new main keys that he has to carry with him everywhere.
When he opened the door, Taerae wasn’t surprised that Jiwoong didn’t turn to see who walked in. He probably couldn’t even hear him with his headphones on so Taerae gently tapped his shoulder. It was no use as Jiwoong jumped back and gave an over the top reaction, almost falling out of his chair in the process.
“Fuck, Taerae you scared me,” Jiwoong said with a hand on his chest. “What are you doing here?” Taerae held up the bag of takeout and smiled. Jiwoong's eyes widened and he quickly saved what he was doing then walked over to the table where Taerae set the food out.
“I figured you haven’t eaten?” Taerae said. “Oh, and I brought a charger for your phone.” Jiwoong smiled and pinched one of Taerae’s cheeks.
“You’re a lifesaver,” he said, opening a lid to some soup. Jiwoong liked anything to eat, but soup is his favorite and Taerae knew this. He smiled and handed him his cup of soup as well, ignoring the fact that Jiwoong just pinched his cheeks.
“Hows...whatever you’re doing going?” Taerae asked.
“Good, I woke up and had an idea so I came here immediately before I lost it. Turns out, you can’t just magically take something from your mind and immediately put it on the screen? Crazy, right?” Jiwoong said. “So yeah, it’s going good. I think I’ll be finished with the main part in like two hours.”
“Do you need help with anything?” Taerae asked.
“Maybe tomorrow you can come and do some vocals for me?” Taerae nodded and held up a piece of meat for Jiwoong to bite.
After the two ate, Jiwoong stood up and stretched his body. His black shirt rose a little exposing a sliver of skin that Taerae couldn’t help but stare at. He stood up and bit at his lip. It’s not that he’s nervous to ask Jiwoong to cuddle him, nope not that at all. He’s done it countless times. Well, he’s never really asked, always just kind of invited himself into Jiwoong’s personal space. He’s never asked, ever.
Taerae sighed, then held out the charger for Jiwoong to take. His sleeves were covering his hands causing Jiwoong to smile at him. He muttered a thanks, plugged his phone in, then turned back to Taerae.
“Is that my sweater?” he asked.
“Uh…”
“You’re so cute...c’mere” Jiwoong said, grabbing Taerae’s hand. He pulled him to his chest and wrapped his arms around his torso. Again, Taerae would never admit he’s short but he really loved how much taller Jiwoong is than him. He sighed in content and wrapped his arms around Jiwoong, resting his head on his chest.
Jiwoong pulled away but still held on to Taerae’s hand. He sat down in his chair and pulled Taerae in front of him and in between his legs. He let go of Taerae’s hand and rested both of his own hands on Taerae's hips. Jiwoong pulled Taerae as close to him as possible, making Taerae look down at him. He raised his hand and tucked Taerae’s hair behind his ears, then tugged on them causing them to immediately turn red. Jiwoong smiled and lifted Taerae onto his lap. Taerae reacted quickly and opened his legs so that he was straddling Jiwoong in the chair. With one hand on Taerae’s thigh and the other resting on the small of his back now, Jiwoong rested his head in the crook of Taerae’s neck.
Taerae closed his eyes and threaded his fingers through Jiwoong's hair. He could feel Jiwoong’s breath on his neck, feel the warmth of his body against his own, and he was surrounded by his scent. Jiwoong smells like fresh laundry and expensive cologne, the mix sounded weird but Taerae absolutely loved it. The scent made him feel comfortable, it was familiar and could easily put him at ease. This could only prove that Jiwoong was special to Taerae in ways that he couldn’t explain.
“I like when you wear my sweaters,” Jiwoong started. The breath of his words tickled Taerae’s neck giving him goosebumps. “They’re so big on you, make you look even smaller than you already are.”
“Hey, I’m not small,” Taerae retaliated, causing Jiwoong to squeeze his thigh.
“You are though,” Jiwoong said. His lips started to graze Taerae's neck. “Tiny.” He slipped his hand under the sweater fabric and placed his hand flat on Taerae’s back. Taerae could practically feel Jiwoong smile against his neck. “No shirt?” He moved his hand in circles around Taerae’s lower back knowing Taerae liked it when he did that. Jiwoong's hand was hot against Taearae’s back, his lips burned at his neck, and his hand so tight around his thigh. “Okay?” Jiwoong asked, Taerae hummed in response.
He pressed his lips fully on Taerae’s neck over and over. Moving his lips up his neck to his chin, jaw, cheeks, nose, and forehead, Jiwoong placed soft kisses along the trail of his skin. Taerae opened his eyes and was met with a rosy cheeked Jiwoong smiling lopsided at him. Taerae moved his hand from the back of Jiwoong's head to cradle his face. His other hand was laying in between the two, balled into a fist. He caressed the top of Jiwoong's cheek with his thumb causing Jiwoong to move his face into the touch.
Taerae leaned in to press a soft and short kiss to Jiwoong lips. Pulling back, he bit at his bottom lip and waited for Jiwoong’s reaction. The two had only kissed twice before, once when they were drunk and the other when they were half asleep in Jiwoong’s bed after a long day of traveling. Jiwoong’s ears burned red, the hand rubbing Taerae’s back stopped and gripped at his hip instead. He bumped his nose softly against Taerae’s making him let go of his lip from his teeth. They could feel each other’s breath against their lips. Taerae’s breaths were short and quick with anticipation and greed. Jiwoong softly placed his lips on Taerae’s and repeated the process a couple times giving him small pecks until Taerae started to move his lips against Jiwoong’s.
The kiss was soft, sweet, and slow. Neither of them put too much pressure making the kiss feel like fluttery brushes. After minutes of softly kissing, Jiwoong pulled back with a shaky breath. He looked up at Taerae who was slightly taller than him from being on his lap, eyes half lidded. His cheeks held a rosy color and his lips were more red than usual. Taerae smiled softly at the sight. He placed a kiss at the tip of Jiwoong’s nose and slid his hand down Jiwoong’s arm and linked their fingers.
“Is this okay? I mean like are you-” Taerae started but Jiwoong cut him off with a firm kiss. When he pulled back, he had a big smile on his face.
“This is perfect,” Jiwoong said. Taerae nodded and smiled back. Jiwoong raised their intertwined hands and placed a kiss on the back of Taerae’s hand.
“Can we stay like this? Like, can I stay in your lap like this while you finish up?” Taerae asked.
“Yes of course, I wasn’t gonna let you go anywhere else anyways,” Jiwoong replied.
Taerae laughed and then removed his hand from Jiwoong's grip. He pulled his sleeves over his hands then placed them on Jiwoong’s chest. Jiwoong sat up straight causing him to gain height, making Taerae’s head reach his shoulder. Taerae scooted closer so that the two were chest to chest. He laid his head against Jiwoong’s chest and crossed his arms together so they rested between them both. In this position, Taerae felt warm and safe, like Jiwoong was his own personal bed and blanket.
“Comfortable?” Jiwoong asked, Taerae nodded his head. Jiwoong softly kissed Taerae once more, causing the other to blush try to hide his smile. After that, Jiwoong began working on the finishing touches of his project.
Cuddled up to Jiwoong in his studio, Taerae thought nothing could be better.