SEVENTEEN IMAGINES, REACTIONS, MTL, AND MORE (Discontinued)

[88] Jeonghan Timestamp: 10:04 pm

[10:04 pm] with Jeonghan

a/n: this is an old draft of mine but it's our jjongjjong's birthday! Happy birthday to our angel <3 + this one is very short so i might consider posting another Jeonghan fic sometime in the future

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Jeonghan had just returned home from a long day of working and practice.

He was exhausted and wanted to through himself on the soft covers of the bed and sleep but, his stomach was growling at him, telling him, “you better feed me!” even though he had eaten less than 3 hours ago.

That's why he was in the kitchen, sitting on the clean, cold, and smooth countertops. He sat with his legs together and his hands clasped in front of him as he watched you, his beloved, make him a delicious evening supper.

The house had all lights off because you had been getting ready for bed, but now, the kitchen light was flicked on. The other light coming from the house was the lamp in the bedroom that was forgotten that it was still on.

“Sorry, again,” Jeonghan said, looking at you apologetically. He didn't want to make you cook so late at night when you could've been sleeping soundly.

“Stop saying that you're sorry, Hannie,” You replied, stirring some vegetables in a wok. Some stir-fried food was all that you could make at the moment since groceries had been continuously put off for the past few days due to work. “I should be sorry for not refilling the groceries.”

Jeonghan smiled softly. Your back was turned to him and he couldn't but gaze over your beautiful figure. Your hair was still wet to a certain extent because you had taken a shower less than thirty minutes ago. You were already changed into your pajamas, a loose buttoned-up shirt, and some shorts that went down to the middle of your thigh.

What he loved the most about your pajamas was that the shorts had back pockets. He shouldn't have been looking at your bum since that was the most gentlemanly thing he could do at this late hour, but he found himself grinning.

You were eyeballing seasoning packets into the stir-fried meat and vegetables when you felt something slip into your back pocket. Immediately, you knew it was that naughty hell of a boy, Jeonghan's, hand.

“Gosh...” You mumbled as Jeonghan watched you cook with tired eyes, his other, unoccupied hand, flat on the counter of the kitchen.

“What?” Jeonghan asked, smirking smugly as he leaned in a bit closer to you, his breath tickling your ears. His hand that was inside of your back pocket stayed still. It had become a habit of his over the past few weeks.

You turned to Jeonghan, fed up but not hating it, and just sighed. Jeonghan found this to be adorable, so, he gave you a soft peck on the cheek.
Sometimes you wondered why you had to be married to the most annoying little bastard in the universe.

“I really don't know what to do with you.”

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