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joochan didn't know why he put up with it.
well, he did. but he didn't want to admit it.
it happened often enough. you peppered joochan’s collarbones with kisses, your lips brushing just softly enough to tickle them. with your arms draped gently over his shoulders, you'd turn your attention to his face, press a kiss to his lips, and then take off, leaving him empty without your touch.
he didn't mind anymore, despite what his complaints might be. joochan liked that you were comfortable enough to tease him.
and joochan liked that he could tease you back. he'd press his lips to your neck as he walked past you or avoid your gaze when he knew you wanted kisses.
but you read each other well. neither of you would tease when the other needed comfort, and no words ever needed to be said to catch on. joochan knew your mannerisms when you were upset, and you had learnt his.
so on days like today, when you zoomed off after stealing a kiss, he couldn't help but smile at your happy mood.
joochan wasn't ready to tell you, but he was, undeniably, in love with you.