#{ hotstuff }

"Yes?" You give in, and put your book down to face him for once, but you can't even hold eye contact for more than 3 seconds before looking away.

Which got Wonwoo all giggly. "Babygirl look at me." His big hands are cupping your cheeks, turning your head to face him once again. And you try, you try your best to overcome the shyness and stare at his lips instead. Those pink lips of his.

Eye contact with Wonwoo is always so intense. Maybe it's the shape of his eyes, sharp and piercing. You feel as if he's looking right through you. It's worse without his glasses. He looks like he's glaring when in actual fact dude's trying to see! Most days he has his glasses on, but when he doesn't have them he will get to glaring. Thank God for you though, for reminding him to bring a spare glasses in his bag (but he only brings his phone and car keys so... pretty pointless).

His thumb goes back and forth, caressing your cheeks softly, that stupid smile of his is now plastered on his face. A smile that is a bit crooked, showing parts of his upper teeth with his nose all scrunched.

You know that smile. It means he's up to something.

"Why do you not have a nickname for me?" Oh great, on goes the questioning.

"Ew don't expect me to call you oppa." You can't help but twist your face as if in agony. That term of endearment is somehow cringey to your ears. You may call the others oppa, but not with your boyfriend. Hell no. Your skin prickles whenever you imagine yourself calling him that.

"Not oppa, call me something else." Says Wonwoo, lips jutting as he waits for your answer.

Humming, your mind wanders of to think of what to call him. Baby? Too common. Darling? Maybe in another 20 years when you're all wrinkly. Snookums? What the hell is that even.

As you are thinking hard, Wonwoo takes the chance to admire your face. Today is Sunday, so the both of you have nothing on your schedules, wanting to just relax and enjoying each other's company after a hectic week. Usually you'll see each other in the morning and night, right before sleep. And that cycle goes on until Saturday. So Sunday is just for cuddling, napping and reading together.

He realises something, how you blink so many times when you're thinking so hard. Multiple blinks within a second. Right now, his face is only a few inches away from yours. He just wants to kiss you, drowns you with affection and keep you to himself.

"Hot stuff."

Wonwoo snaps back into the conversation at your voice. "What did you say?"

You are now smiling all cheeky, before repeating yourself.

"Hot stuff? Am I hot?" He questions, a smirk on his face.

"Of course! You're the hottest man in the world, and you're mine." You finish declaring with a kiss on his cheek.

Did you say he's yours? He can already feel the lava in his stomach, all warm and fuzzy. You're not usually a possessive person, but hearing you say it makes him feel something something.