#neuropathy

Fall has come to Seoul.

Spooky movies played on the HD TV in the background.

The spray scent of maple bourbon clings to the air.

Obsidian tinsel garland littered with pumpkins and ghosts hang around the archways and doorframes.

Aesthetic purple cobwebs decorate the walls and the ceiling corners to elevate the spooky vibes.

Plus various colorful lights.

Nearly empty mugs of your cozy drinks stay forgotten on the side table.

You were so comfy laying on the couch with him in the living room.

Too sluggish, attached to the hip with him, unable to focus on the moving pictures.

You felt a fever blooming on your face.

His giant scarred hand pressed against your forehead.

His skin was so cool, running slowly, sensually, all over your face, soothing the warmth there.

His concern grew when you reached for his marked hand, letting it slip under your shirt and rest on your abdomen.

"How are your cramps?" His whispered words hit your forehead as his thumb rubs slow circles in your skin; his calloused palm and fingerpads making you melt from how they felt against your bare flesh.

"Dull pain." Your hand curls into his own shirt, nuzzling against his slowly breathing chest while his other hand curled in your hair to rub that pulsing spot on your cranium.

"Too warm?" His bare feet brushed yours as his cool shadows soothed your calves.

"Kinda yeah." Your half-lidded e/c eyes glazed with fatigue peek up at his grey eyes matching how yours appeared. "You?"

"More or less." His hand weaved through your messy strands, brushing it slowly, breathing in your faint scent.

That unlucky mosquito or two that somehow snuck into your shared domicile got snatched mid-air from Ruler's Hand and squashed to oblivion.

Your wandering hands cup his face, making him grin cheekily in your hold. "We both know you want to."

Letting you mess with his smooth cheeks. Pinching them. Tugging on them. He's quite a soft Lord of Death.

He pouts playfully as you rub and knead his now flushed face that held nothing but endearment for you.

His narrowed eyes crinkled, hearing your giggles slip out as his sneaky hand tickled your sides in teasing drawn-out digs.

"There's my laughing beauty." The lilt in his voice filled your ear as his own face nuzzled yours to drop pecks to your closed eyelids as they squeezed from mirth at his ticklish touch.

Crawling up along his torso to kiss those cheeks. To gingerly bite and pull at them like they're mochi.

"So soft. So warm." He returned the favor. Gently treating your cheeks in the same fashion, humming into your plushness.

You spent quite a while cuddling, him being your very own teddy bear, not letting you go free unless you needed to change your pad. Once or twice. As well as satiating your cravings with filling treats.

The blanket lazily draped over his and yours laps nearly falls to the floor when he starts getting off the couch with you cradled securely in his arms.

"You'll feel more comfortable in bed." His purr makes your gut flutter, seeking him and his comforting presence.

"M'kay." You mumble out as you cling to him while he carries you to your shared bedroom. His shadows turned off the TV, then the decorative lights, all before tending to cleaning up your mugs in his stead.

Carefully setting you down on the plush bed, he adjusts the AC to a cool enough setting and prepares a glass of water to help you down some Ibuprofen with.

"My hero." You kiss him as thanks.

"All yours, love." He smirked against your lips. He plugged in your heating pad and turned it on to set it safely under your shirt.

You hum as he rubs and massages your neuropathy cream into your pulsing feet, his shadows aiding in adding some soothing to your flared up areas.

That very same blanket from before he draped over you both, leaving your now glossy feet uncovered, the blowing AC already aiding your cream in calming your pulsing limbs.

Doting kisses on your cheek, he spooned you from behind, keeping a hand on the slight bump that is the pad under your tee.

His unique scent made you inhale deeply. His low rough murmurs in your ear made you shiver. His curvy lips dote kisses in the crook of your neck.

"Jinwoo." You hum as you roll in his grasp, keeping the pad glued right above your valley, kissing under his chin and along his jaw, humming as his arm drapes over you.

"Y/n." That's the last word you're able to hear as you finally conk out, letting Jinwoo be lulled by your steady breathing, nuzzling his face in your hair, gently squeezing you.

Cuddle time, whether awake or asleep, especially during these vulnerable times, is a must.

So long as it's with Jinwoo, you welcome it.