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"Keeho? What are you doing here?" You asked after opening the door to find him stood there in a comfy sweat set, his shoulders hunched, his face still decorated with the makeup from his earlier shoot.

"Do you not want me here?" He responded, lips pushed into a pout you would have cringed at were he any other grown man.

You rolled your eyes and tugged him in your apartment, locking the door quickly to turn and face him. Up close you could see the faint lines where his makeup had begun to crease and the hollowness beneath his eyes. 

"I just mean because your shoot ran so late... shouldn't you be home sleeping? You look exhausted."

He inched closer until his toes brushed yours, dropping his forehead down to rest on your shoulder. 

"I am...just wanted to see you."

Your heart swelled, threatening to burst through your chest. You'd only been together a few weeks and it wasn't the first time he'd spent the night, but it certainly was the first time he showed up unannounced. It made you feel nice knowing that even when he was exhausted, he wanted you. 

You raised a hand to rub over his neck, your fingernails climbing to scratch at his scalp. A small, muffled moan broke past his lips, his hands snaking around your waist to press you closer to his body.

You turned your head to press a kiss to his hair, murmuring low into his ear, "Let's go to bed then, hmm?"

You felt him nod before he raised his head, rubbing roughly at his tired, bloodshot eyes, smudging his black eyeliner.

He slowly blinked them open, fixing them on your shoulder where his head had been.

"Oops, sorry..."

You twisted to look and found a makeup stain on the white cotton. You turned back to squint at him, his lips pulled tight into a sheepish smile that told you he wasn't sorry at all. 

"Okay let's take your makeup off first." 

You grabbed his hand to drag him along with you to your room, ushering him in the bathroom to brush his teeth. 

When he emerged, dragging his feet and barely conscious, you quickly guided him to your bed, pulling back the covers for him to slip in. You sat on top of him, your legs straddling his waist, and reached over to your nightstand for the makeup wipes. You slipped a fluffy headband over his head to push his hair back, pausing to admire how adorable he looked, before plucking out a wipe from the pack.

Keeho's eyes were already half-lidded and threatening to shut, but he forced them open as you leaned over him.

"Close your eyes, Kyo."

"Wanna see you," he mumbled, the words slurring together.

"I'm not going anywhere," you said with a soft exhale.

He obeyed, allowing his eyes to slip shut, settling with resting his hands on either sides of your thighs.

You dragged the wipe across his forehead then down to his eyes, carefully removing the black smudges.

When you swiped at the concealer below his eyes, he winced, his face scrunching.

"Too rough?"

He shook his head no causing you to smile and lean down to peck his lips. You continued removing the makeup with gentle strokes down his cheeks, nose and jaw, his face relaxing after the long day beneath your caring touch. 

When you finished you swiped a toner pad to get rid of any remaining makeup, following it with moisturizer.

You massaged the creme into his skin, reveling at the way his lips parted to let out a pleased sigh.

"Feels nice..."

"Yeah? You like being pampered?" you teased, expecting him to scoff or brush you off.

Instead, he nodded with another low moan, cracking his glassy, tired eyes open to look at you with an intensity that sent butterflies swarming through your stomach.

"You're so good to me," he said through a shaky breath.

"You deserve it all," you replied, stroking light circles on his cheeks with the pads of your thumbs. You leaned down to place a soft kiss in the tip of his nose, your heart soaring when his cheeks instantly tinged a light pink. "All mine."

His hands tightened on your thighs. "Mmm, love being yours."

You finished spreading the moisturizer, your hands cupping his jaw in your palms. "All done."

You laughed when he opened his mouth to speak, his lips stretching into a big yawn instead, his hands falling limply from your thighs to the bed a moment later.

When his eyes closed again, you took the opportunity to climb off of him until he quickly took hold of your body to pull you down onto his chest.

"Don't do that..."

"I was just gonna throw away the wipes, Keeho."

"Later..."

You relaxed in his hold, conceding to his wants. You pressed a kiss to his exposed collarbone, then along his neck, up to his jaw.

He tilted his head down to blindly chase your lips with his eyes still closed.

"You're so needy, Kyo..." you cooed, giving in to press your lips against his.

He smiled against your mouth. "You like it."

You took him being distracted as your opportunity to roll off of him and slide under the covers. The second your head hit the pillow he was flipping over to lay half over your body, his head nuzzling into your chest. 

"Comfortable?"

"Umm," he grabbed your hand, placing it over the back of his head. When you began scratching it he sighed, the sound so soft and content it made your chest ache.

"Mmm, now I am."

He listened to the beat of your heart beneath his ear, letting it lull him to sleep. 

"I love you," he whispered a few minutes later, the confession barely audible.

Your heart hammered harder in your chest, your breath hitching. It was the first time he said that to you.

Before you could respond, his breathing evened out completely, his body going slack against yours.

You kissed his hair, your fingers resuming their languid strokes.

"I love you."

He was already asleep, but you swore you felt him smile against your chest.

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You glanced at him quickly, then did a double-take, your eyes darting back to the laptop screen even as you spoke. "Are you wearing my shirt?"

Theo stood near the hallway entrance, the fabric of your favorite oversized tee stretching slightly across his broader shoulders. "Yes."

"Why?" you asked, fingers flying across the keys again.

"Because you won't let me get near you, this was the second best option." he stated matter-of-factly.

You couldn't help the smirk that tugged at the corner of your lips at his ridiculousness. "Good. I’m glad you’re keeping yourself occupied."

Theo pouted at your dismissal, his shoulders slumping as the room returned to silence. But the peace didn't last.

A moment later, you felt his presence behind you. A heavy weight settled on the top of your head as he rested his chin there.

"Can I help you with something?" you asked, not stopping your rapid typing.

"Are you almost done?"

"I have until 11:59, Theo."

He huffed out a dramatic breath, the gust of air ruffling your hair, before he pulled away and trudged out of the room.

He returned merely 5 minutes later and slid in the chair right next to yours. He didn't speak; he just propped his elbow on the table, rested his cheek in his palm, and stared at you with wide eyes. You ignored him, focusing on formatting your sources.

Then he had the nerve to poke you. First, a gentle tap on your bicep. Then another. Then a rapid-fire succession of pokes that made your arm jitter.

"Theo, stop!" you snapped, glaring at him.

"Why are you ignoring me?" he asked with a deep, pitiful frown.

"Stop acting like a baby."

He ignored the insult completely. "Do you love me?"

"Yes," you said, eyes back on the screen.

"How much?"

"A lot."

"But how much is a lot—"

"THEO!" you cut him off sharply.

He groaned and stood up abruptly to walk away, his footsteps heavy.

Guilt pricked at you slightly but the panic was stronger. 11:30 PM. You were so close.

He came back out, looking apologetic this time, and slightly more desperate. He reached out and gently tugged at your sleeve. "Theo, not now. I’m almost done."

"Can I just have a hug?" he whispered.

"In thirty minutes."

"Thirty minutes?!" he exclaimed, horrified.

You groaned, realizing this wasn't going to end. Standing up, you grabbed your laptop with one hand and grabbed his wrist with the other, dragging him toward the living room. You pushed him down to lie onto the couch and his back hit the armrest. Before he could react, you settled yourself between his spread legs.

You grabbed his arms and wrapped them tightly around your waist, then leaned back against his chest, placing the laptop on your thighs.

"There," you muttered, resuming your typing.

You felt Theo’s entire body relax instantly. You felt his smile bloom against your hair as he rested his head on your shoulder, nuzzling deep into the crook of your neck. He pressed soft, grateful kisses along your skin, humming happily.

"We should have just done this from the beginning." he murmured behind your ear.

You continued to ignore him, channeling all your focus into the final paragraph. The warmth of his body and the steady rhythm of his breathing actually helping you focus.

At 11:57 PM, you hit submit.

You slammed the laptop shut, tossed it onto the coffee table, and immediately turned around to straddle his lap. Theo looked up, eyes bright until you started lightly slapping his chest, over and over again.

"You are so clingy," slap, "and annoying," slap.

Theo just grinned, a cheesy, carefree smile taking over his face as he endured the light hits, nodding in agreement. "I know."

You rolled your eyes, exasperated but happy, and leaned in to press a firm kiss to his lips. When you pulled back, you narrowed your eyes at him.

"Why are you only this needy when I'm busy?"

"Why are always busy when I'm needy?"

".... touché."

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