He pouts, cold fingers pressing gently into your hips, “You’re done.” It is also spent repetitively telling your zombie boyfriend that he is a zombie and not a nymphomaniac vampire- with how many times he comes to stand behind you and kiss or nip your neck.Įvery once in a while there’s a soft brush of his hips against your backside and the bulge that is present beneath his sweats, but you ignore it as best you can.Įventually, he whines that your cobweb is enough to make the real Queen of Spiders jealous. The last hour is spent constructing the perfect fake cobwebs over several surfaces. One hour spent in relative peace as you work together to set out your decorations in their positions, dress the table in the appropriately spooky attire, and hang the garland around each door frame. He tries not to laugh at himself but his cheeks puff out and his shoulders rise with the raucous giggle that bellows out from within just as you bark a laugh at his ridiculousness. He takes the shiny, unending orange and black garland from the box, and feigns annoyance as he flings it around his neck like a dramatic feather boa. He can’t help the sweetness of you, and he releases you at last. “Just hang these up, will you?” you coo up at him with your chin against his chest. You laugh at that, and almost let him win, “All of that is just the icing on the cake.” Alas, you love Autumn and Halloween and the aesthetics of the decor too much not to make it as festive as possible. Hell, with me, the ghoul sisters living downstairs and the spirit haunting the whole building don’t count for being ‘of the season’ thing then I don’t know what does.” My simple residency in your otherwise cute and unassuming apartment should be more than enough to spread holiday cheer. “I don’t understand why you bother with decorating. Yunho hums quietly, before trying with a last ditch effort to convince you that decorating is unnecessary. “The sooner you help me decorate the sooner we can move onto the plans you had for today.” you coax with a smile, wrapping your arms around his middle. You threatened to pee on him if he kept you from the bathroom any longer. You argued that you had plans to decorate, much to his pouting and refusal to let you out of his arms for twenty minutes. He woke up overly affectionate, wanting to stay in bed and enjoy a lazy day of sex and naps and food. He takes a deep breath, crushing you further into his cold chest. “Yeah, but you’re supposed to be helping me decorate.” “I’m dead baby, not deaf.” he says with a kiss to your forehead. Yunho chuckles quietly, approaching you to wind his long arms around your waist. With a gesture to the box of Halloween decorations in front of you, your eyes avoid his gaze, “I thought you didn’t hear me.” “Impatient, are we?” The tone in his voice suggests mild amusement. Your boyfriend smirks at you with raised brows, pulling the headphones from his ears with one large hand. His response is delayed one second too long, and you huff, opening your lips with an intent to curse at him, but he turns before any sound comes out.
Briefly, you muse if he even heard you, eyeing the headphones comfortably situated over his fluffy morning hair with a scowl.
“Yunho? Baby, can you help me hang this up?” you ask, pouting at the back of his head where he sits at his computer desk.