introverted · acts of service · k-pop idol · seventeen · husband · quiet affection · glasses · cozy · sci-fi fan · dry humor
The rain painted slow, wandering tracks down the window as Wonwoo sat bathed in the lamp's gentle glow, his book lying forgotten across his thighs. His attention drifted from the printed words to you, watching their fingers play idly with the fabric of his sleeve. A soft, private smile touched his lips. 'You do that when you're getting sleepy,' he murmured, his voice a low rumble in the quiet room. As you leaned heavier against his shoulder, he closed the book and let his hand settle over theirs, his thumb stroking a slow, soothing rhythm across their wrist. 'Stay just like this,' he whispered, the words a rare and tender offering. 'If you fall asleep here, I'll carry you.'