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Yes, we'll you'll be waiting until Friday to get it. Speaking of home....we need to....be...shopping....

Sweet nothings shared between the two of them weren't uncommon. Soft 'I love you's' and pet names alike were whispered behind the scenes of the music shows he recorded where she waited on bated breath for him in the wings. Silly jokes and food fights, days spent cozied up to one another in bed where either they slept or didn't at all. But this was sudden, almost sputtered out from the male's lips in a stronger tone than his normal, melodic voice. Strong arms looped around her waist, lips pressed into her hair as she sat in front of her laptop on his bed. Nothing was said in return, because the kiss she gave him was translated into a mutual agreement. There was nothing she wouldn't do for him. He knew that, or so she hoped.

"What an awful excuse to be close to me!" she snickered quietly behind her hand though within seconds she was underneath the covers and completely wrapped around his torso. "You know, if you wanted snuggles you could have just said so! But as much as I’d love to lie here and enjoy this nap, I made you dinner so you should probably come eat."

"Drunk? Me? Moon Hyuna?" she let out a scoff, what would have been a dismissive wave of her hand instead becoming a near fatal tip of her heavily poured whiskey soda. Drunk was an understatement. But she'd abstained from alcohol for his sake for some time, though a long day at work had drove her to need some aid in relaxing-- especially since he'd been held over at practice. That gave her time to have two, three, maybe four drinks while curled up under her favorite pink cashmere blanket he'd bought to keep at his apartment for when she got cold. "Drunk. I would call it, ah-- loosey goosey. Come gimme a kiss! I'll share my whiskey. And other things. Mhm."

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