𝐎𝐭8 𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳! 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬
𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜, 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚘𝚜, 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝, 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚕, 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚓𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚜, 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚓𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚜, 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙, 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐
𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙾𝚃8 𝙰𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚣 𝚡 𝙵𝚎𝚖 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛
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Jongho probably hates when you put your feet on him while y'all are cuddling. oh well! :P
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Jongho grunts at the feeling of your cold crawly flesh brushing against his shin for the umpteenth time that afternoon. He pulls his leg away from the cold sensation while quietly smacking his teeth.
“Stop itt..” He grumbles, “They’re cold, stop crawling them up my legs,” he finishes, groaning in annoyance as you do the exact opposite of his request and choose to stick the entire front of your foot against his lower leg.
You whine, chasing his retreating leg under the soft blanket you were both tangled under with your icy cold feet.
“But you're warm- stop moving away jjong.”
“No, get em’ off. Go put socks on.”
You smack your teeth in protest, glaring at the side of his face. His eyes were closed and he looked less relaxed than what he was before you’d “disturbed” him with your need to use him as a heater of some sort.
“Babyy.” You whisper, so close to his face he could definitely feel your breath fanning over his cheek.
“Hm?” He hummed, lolling his head in your direction with his eyes still shut.
You don't respond, instead bringing your hand up to one of his plush cheeks and turning his head towards you so you could land a gentle wet kiss on his lips.
His body relaxed more at your affectionate gesture. He was unintentionally letting his guard down as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, giving the spot a few pecks before making his way back up your jawline and to your lips again.
“You’re sleepy.” You mumble against his lips, fingers coming up to lightly scratch the back of his head. His only reply was a hum as he lazily pressed his lips against yours; one, two, three times before stilling completely.
“You cannot be serious.” He says, attempting to pull away from you before you're wrapping your arms around him to keep him in place, halfway laughing into his mouth.
“I’m gonna leave you here” he deadpans.
“You wouldn't dare.” You respond, rubbing the tips of your toes up and down the tops of his feet.
“You’re literally so weird, I hate you.” He whines, eyebrows scrunching up as he leans his head back as far as it could go in his position.
“Love you too jjong.”
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