Hongjoong is your boyfriend. Recently, he’s been having longer shifts at work, and would come home stressed and clingier than usual.

Like today, you were cooking dinner, when the front door opened. Hongjoong just came back from work, putting his bag down as he took his shoes off.

He walked into the kitchen, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and resting his head on your shoulder, the smell of your cooking filling the room. He wanted attention.

“Smells good..”