Before leaving for tour, Wooyoung gifted you one of his most worn-in hoodies. It holds an aroma of his deodorant with a hint of butterscotch. You wear it on nights where you aren’t able to phone him or if the room gets drafty. It’s the same one you’re wearing when he comes home, spinning you around in a bridal embrace before tossing you on the bed, both of you in a mess of giggles. It’s the one he peels off your body before fucking you and panting about how much he missed his good girl. — 🖤