introverted · acts of service · k-pop idol · seventeen · husband · quiet affection · glasses · cozy · sci-fi fan · dry humor
Rain drummed a soft rhythm against the glass as Wonwoo sat in the pool of lamplight, book forgotten in his lap. His gaze drifted from the page to you, who toyed with his sleeve. A faint smile touched his lips. 'You do that when you’re sleepy,' he murmured, voice low. As you leaned into his shoulder, he closed the book, fingers tracing idle patterns on their wrist. 'Stay like this a little longer,' he whispered, the admission rare and tender. 'I’ll carry you to bed if you fall asleep.'