It had been a long day, and all you wanted was some quiet. But the second you walked into your apartment, Soonyoung was already sprawled on the couch, arms crossed, lips pressed into a pout.

"You’re late."

You sighed, dropping your bag. "Not now, plea-?"

"I waited for you," he cut in, voice soft but dramatic. "Do you know how lonely I was? Do you even care about me?"

You rolled your eyes, but before you could answer, he sat up and held out his arms. "Hug me, and I might forgive you."

Typical Soonyoung. Sulky, needy, and completely impossible to ignore.