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"It's raining again" you observe, leaning your forehead against the cool glass window, your hot breath making a circle of water vapour appear on the glass. The rhythmic sound of rain drops hitting the ground are somewhat soothing and you are tempted to open the window so the scent of rain can wash through your room.
"Looks like we'll have to have another lazy day" Jihoon comments from behind you, the smirk apparent in his tone, as his warm, muscular arms wrap around you from behind, his head resting on your shoulder, gently nuzzling the crook of your neck, kissing it softly. You sigh, leaning into Jihoon, still staring into the grey, foggy mess lying just outside this room.
"I'm getting really tired of this weather" you say, feeling the dreary weather dragging your mood down with it. "I want sun and to be able to wear shorts and eat ice pops all day."
Jihoon chuckles at your whining, cuddling you closer to him. "We can have hot chocolate and roasted marshmallows by the fireplace instead" he suggests, spinning you around to face him, his impossibly beautiful brown eyes looking down upon you, filled with affection and warmth.
"I guess that's a compromise" you reply, grinning. Jihoon sets up a movie and makes you both hot chocolate, then lies down on the couch, letting you snuggle up beside him, resting your head against his chest. You can hear the even thumping of his heartbeat, creating a calming sensation. His hand rakes through your hair, stroking and twirling strands of it between his fingers. You are both wrapped up underneath a thick, fuzzy blanket, as well as being located right beside the fireplace, causing it to soon be uncomfortably warm. Jihoon shifts, sitting up slightly and then taking off his shirt, throwing it carelessly onto the floor. A grin spreads across your face, as your eyes feast themselves on his magnificently crafted, well toned body. You let your finger trail along his prominent abdominal muscles, tracing the four pack(😏) .You then place your head back onto his now naked chest. The warmth of his skin radiates onto your cheek and you continue to listen to his heart beating.
You aren't focused on the movie, you keep looking outside the windows of your living room into the greyness of the outside world. You realise how glad you are that you aren't out there in the harsh coldness, but rather here with Jihoon, comfortable and happy. The credits roll on the screen and Perfect by Ed Sheeran starts playing in the background. Jihoon hums along to it, still holding you tightly to himself. "I love you" you whisper to him through heavy eyes and a rapidly increasing sleepiness. Maybe your drowsiness is making you delirious, but you feel like now is the best time to say it to him. It's the truth, and you want him to know it. You wait for a moment, as Jihoon has apparently frozen."I love you too (y/n)" he whispers back huskily, planting a kiss on your forehead. You smile, content with life, drifting off to sleep in Jihoon's arms.
