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    He set the chips down without a word, crossed the room, and folded himself down behind husband, arms wrapping around his waist, face pressing into the curve of his neck. His own scent wrapping around the gentler and more lovely scent of old books and tulips, making his scent gentle and unknotting the tension on his shoulders. 

    His husband blinked, leaning back into the hold without stopping to fold. (And irritation flares up in his chest that his husband wouldn't even pause as stupid as folding clothes when HE'S upset. It's immature and stupid, yes. Does he care? he doesn't give a fuck)

    Yoo Joonghyuk opened his mouth to protest the sheer audacity of getting lectured when he'd come here for comfort — but his husband turned his face and pressed a kiss to his cheek before he could get a word out.

    And then, infuriatingly, he just went back to folding. Like he hadn't said anything at all. Like he hadn't just short-circuited every irritated thought in Yoo Joonghyuk's head.

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