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โalright,โ wooyoung says kindly. โscoot over.โ
jongho lets out a soft whine upon hearing the command; for his forehead still throbs pitifully after an accidental kiss with their bedroom door. he had been so smug and proud, flexing his bulky arms, and did the move he learnt at the dojo. then, proceeded to lose his balance, and the rest is history.
wooyoung, is not amused.
โi told you.โ this time, jongho flinches. because wooyoung applies a not so kind pressure over his hurting arm. the boy has been helping him to numb the pain with a pack of ice. โto be careful. why you never listen to me.โ
โit's not my fault the door was standing on my way.โ
โthe door has been standing there since the first time we moved in here, dumbass.โ
โi know. i just like to blame anything but myself.โ
wooyoung pauses, and smacks his thigh. he pouts, and earns himself an apology in the form of wet smooch on his jaw.
โi swear to god,โ wooyoung mutters with a tiny bit of fondness laced there. โwhat should i do with you.โ
โkiss my forehead, i hope?โ
wooyoung says nothing. but he does lean forward, and leaves a soft peck onto the younger's nose. the way jongho beams, should be able to put the sun at shame. he brightens instantly over the small affection wooyoung share.
โnow stay still and let me ice your arm in peace. you are such a little shit sometimes.โ
โyour little shit.โ jongho corrects him gleefully. โand you love me.โ
โunfortunately,โ wooyoung nods. โi do.โ
at that, jongho smiles smugly. his heart swells with so much love he kind of want to rain the smaller boy's face with sweet kisses. he decides he will do that later.
maybe.
๐ ๐ก๐๐ช๐จ๐, 1.31 pm.