Dae-ho

The shower stopped and Dae-ho walked out, reaching for a towel he tightened around his waist before stepping out into the living room.

He hummed a tune to himself as he began to search for a clean shirt. Pausing for a moment in the middle with a short “Huh.”

“Ah.” Dae-ho gently tapped his head, “Laundry isn’t done…” he thought to himself briefly before turning towards your shared bedroom. A big grin tugged on his cheeks.

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You opened the door, just getting off work. Dropping off your keys and taking off your shoes ready to relax. “I’m home! And don’t try to scare me again it won’t work.”

Dae-ho walked out from your bedroom, smiling as he saw you. You stopped in the doorway, looking him up and down.

“Ah? Oh!” He looked down, pulling on your shirt. “My clothes are still dirty. I thought… y’know.” He shrugged.