#jumg hoseok

The clock hits 1 am, officially Christmas, and you are still in bed alone. Your new husband had promised he wouldn’t be up late this Christmas eve, but if that were true, he would be with you right now. It might not have bothered you so much if it weren’t so cold without his sunshine to keep you warm. You drag yourself out of bed and into the living room in search of Hobi. The cold air is sharp, forcing you to wrap your arms around you as a shield.

You find him hunched over the coffee table. Sounds of crinkling paper and snapping tape fill the air. You clear your throat to gain his attention and his head shoots up.

“Jagi, what are you doing still awake? You went to bed hours ago.” His eyes fill with concern as he stands and heads towards you. It’s a clear attempt to hide the carnage on the table from you. However, you can’t bring yourself to care as he wraps his arms around you. His touch fills you with warmth instantly. You relax into his hold for a moment, until you realise, he is pushing you backwards.

“Hobi?” you ask trying to figure out what he thinks he is going to achieve.

“Yeah?” he answers as if there is nothing going on.

“Why are you pushing me back to bed?” he looks up at you sheepishly and then shoots a look back at the mess he has made.

“I never got a chance to wrap your present baby, and I wanted our first married Christmas to be special, so I was trying to do it now and then mess happened…” he trails off quietly at the end and you laugh.

“Any day with you is special.” You cup his face and kiss him gently “All I need is you to be the luckiest woman alive. Now please come to bed, it’s too cold to sleep with out you.” You trail a hand down his arm and link your hands. He follows you as you walk back to the bedroom and clamber back under the covers. Wriggling a little, you try warm up the freezing material. Your husband slips into the bed and pulls you close, eliminating and need for anything else in the world.