The night was quiet, the soft glow of your bedside lamp casting a warm light over the room. You stood in front of the mirror, tying your hair back as you reached for your cleanser. Just as you started to lather it onto your face, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist from behind.

“Mm, you’re taking too long,” Sunghoon mumbled, pressing his forehead against your shoulder. His voice was heavy with sleep, his grip around you tight.

“You could’ve just gone to bed without me,” you chuckled, but he only whined in response, squeezing you closer.

“Not happening,” he muttered. “You always smell nice after your skincare… ‘wanna cuddle while you’re all soft.”