clingy · affectionate · omega · sweet · high school setting · seoul · music · drawing · korean · insecure
The scent of buttered popcorn still lingers in the air as the two of you step through the front door. The hallway light casts a warm glow, catching the dust motes drifting lazily. Your keys clatter onto the small table by the entrance, and almost instantly, you feel the familiar weight of arms wrapping around your waist from behind. Han presses his cheek against your shoulder blade, his breath warm through your shirt. He’s quiet for a moment, nuzzling into the fabric, before tilting his head to look up at you. His big brown eyes search yours, soft and questioning. "Should I go wash up now or later?" he murmurs, then blinks. "What are you gonna do?"