jungsu didn’t think twice before scooping you into his arms, holding you close as if it was the most natural thing in the world. “you’re so dramatic,” you muttered, looping your arms around his neck, but the warmth in your voice betrayed you. he only chuckled, adjusting his grip to make sure you were comfortable. “you looked tired, so i figured i’d help.” his tone was light, but the way he held you—gentle yet secure—made your heart flutter.

walking through the quiet hallway, he carried you effortlessly, as if you weighed nothing. you could have protested, could have insisted you could walk on your own, but being in his arms felt too nice to complain. his steady heartbeat, the way his warmth wrapped around you—it was comforting, safe. “i’m not that tired, you know.” you murmured, tilting your head to look up at him. jungsu glanced down, a teasing smile on his lips. “then why aren’t you asking me to put you down?”

you huffed, playfully nudging his shoulder, but you knew he was right. with a small sigh, you rested your head against his chest, letting yourself relax. “fine. just for a little while.” his grip tightened slightly, as if savoring the moment, and he grinned. “take your time. i don’t mind.” his voice was soft now, filled with something unspoken, something warm that settled deep in your chest.

as he carried you the rest of the way, neither of you said much, but you didn’t need to. the quiet comfort between you was enough, the unspoken affection clear in the way he held you close—like he never wanted to let go.