The living room was filled with yours and Saeyoung laughter as he continued his affectionate assault on you on the couch. You tried pulling away, but it seemed that the more you tried, the more his hands tickled you, making it hard for you to do anything about it. “Saeyoung, please stop,” your laughing making difficult to speak.
“and why should I when you have been ignoring me the whole day, I need attention from my lady as well,” his hands coming to pull you closer, giving him better access to press kisses on your neck that slowly started to rub off the concealer you had on from when Saeyoung became too affectionate nights before.
“we literally live together,” your voice gaining a higher pitch as you felt his teeth against your weak spot
Perhaps that was why he didn’t think about the way he felt right this second. Jumin set his pen down for the seventh time in the last twenty minutes. His hand fell to the phone in his pocket. It had already been a few hours since he last saw you. Perhaps he should text you and check in?
No; Assistant Kang would surely scold him for getting distracted in the middle of work. He should at least finish signing off the document before him, he figured, and reward himself with checking up on you afterwards.
He picked the pen back up. Another signature here, there, and…
Surely he could at least check in on you, right? It would only take a secon