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synopsis : Ahn Su-ho and his physical affection !

It had been a particularly long and exhausting day for Su-ho, with extra delivery runs. Even though his eyes were tired and his face showed his lack of relaxation, he always brightened up when he saw you. You never failed to make his day better.

You're in his bedroom, nestled in his bed, and the soft glow of your phone illuminated your face as you scrolled through some posts. The gentle click of the entrance door broke the silence, and you looked up to see Su-ho enter the house, crossing the threshold to arrive inside his room.

"Uh, hello to you too," you replied with an unimpressed tone when he knelt down on the bed and immediately engulfed you by his warmed, strong arms.

This was a now regular occurrence, so it never surprised you when Su-ho wrapped you up in his toned arms. You didn’t mind—if anything, you loved the feeling. For all his strength, he was also surprisingly soft and squishy.

"Baby, I missed you..." he mumbled, climbing on the bed as he buried his head on your neck, the dark strands of his hair brushing aganist your skin. At this point, he was practically on top of you.

"Ya, you just came back from outside, go wash up!" you chided, smiling. "And you're crushing me. Get off."

Su-ho lets out a chuckle, the sound velvety against his throat—it was almost like listening to the music of crystal crashing waves in the beach as the waters swirled to the shores, pearly white foam frothing the sea in its popping, glinting bubbles, light reflecting off it when it resembles a rainbow. You loved the sound of his voice.

You watched him finally concede when you pushed him, sliding off the bed before heading to the bathroom. He showered and traded his old clothes for fresh ones.

Soon, he's back inside his bedroom. except you were busy doing taking care of your hair in the mirror. You caught his reflection as his arms wrapped around you from behind, his calloused, warm hands rubbing your hips and tummy.

He just couldn't get get his hands off you; Su-ho adored the feeling of your skin beneath the pads of his fingerstips. It was an instinctive, deep-rooting sensation. You gave a small smile—his presence was always comfortingly invasive. Su-ho never knew anything about personal space.

"Su-ho, are you hungry? Did you eat eat?" you asked, finishing the task on applying the hair products before you turned around to face him again.

This time he wraps his arms around your waist and buries his face on your hair. "No, I'm kind of starving though." He pulls back his head so you can view his face as his bottom lip pushes out to a pout, causing you to laugh lightly you speak.

“Ok. Do you wanna order out or do you want me to cook—"

"Hush."

You rolled your eyes. "Okay just say you hate me I guess."

Su-ho sighed and grabs your arms, making him wrap around his wide back. "Let me do this first, please..."

"Fine, idiot, just don't complain about how you would be starving even more later," you say, pretending to be reluctant, though you were enjoying it just as much.

He smiled, kissed your cheek, and pulled you with him as he sat on the bed, settling you onto his lap. Leaning back against him, you looked up to find him watching you with evident adoration.

Su-ho loved you and loved expressing his affection for you.