Can I request a Ten and Xiaojun drabble (separately) where their gf cleans them up after they get into a fight? ♡
hi, honey! thank you for waiting, and thank you for all the feedback you've given me. you're so sweet haha;; i hope this is what you wanted 💞
(this post is sfw, but the rest of my blog isn't. please don't follow if you're below 18!)
xiaojun: "i still feel terrible about this. you shouldn't have put yourself in danger for me," your voice is hushed as you run a damp cloth over dejun's face, careful not to irritate the fresh scars in his skin.
"please don't worry, angel. i told you i would always protect you, didnt i?" he closes his eyes for you and lets out a tired chuckle, pulling you closer to his chest. he feels so at peace like this. having you safe in his arms, the hot bath water lapping at your bodies and lulling him deeper into relaxation. soothing his bruised knuckles and stiff muscles. none of the pain matters to him as long as you're here, "this is why i'm taking boxing classes. tonight was good practice."
"i don't think your instructor will be pleased that you beat up some idiot in a mall food court," you deadpan, studying him in the dim light to make sure you don't miss a spot.
you could spend the rest of your life appreciating his everything. his long lashes casting tiny shadows below them. his cheekbones and jaw sharp in such a fragile way. his soft pink lips now swollen from being punched. even when he's scratched and beaten, he's so breathtaking. your own personal slice of heaven, "i know he was creeping on me, but we could have called security. i wouldn't be able to live with myself if something happened to you."
"nothing will happen to me," he opens his eyes again, his gaze full of love and comfort. sighing, he takes the cloth from your hands and adjusts you so that you're sitting on his thigh. he cups your cheek, kissing you so tenderly that you can feel your heart melting with every beat. he's smiling when he pulls away, gentle and warm as he rests his forehead against yours, "if i had the power to hold you, take all of your fears away, i would keep you right here forever. don't be afraid when you're with me."
"god. you're really too much sometimes," your cheeks are flushing before you can control yourself, getting lost in his gaze like you always do, knowing he means every word he just said to you. you rest your head on his shoulder and tangle your legs with his. you reach to trace along his temple down to his neck, his palm rubbing your back as you keep admiring him under your fingertips, "such a romantic, and you're way too pretty. how did i get so lucky?"
"i was wondering the same thing about you," his eyes soften even more, unable to take himself away from you even if he wanted to. he kisses your thumb as it grazes his bottom lip, staying close to you under the water.
ten: "ow, ow! god, be careful," ten hisses, squirming in his chair as you press down on the bruise under his eye.
"stop it, i barely touched you," you hand him the ice pack so he can hold it there instead, laughing at his dramatics, "how exactly did this happen?"
"why do you keep making me repeat it?" he glares at you, watching you rummage through the first aid kit on the dining room table, "i told yukhei i would help him practice boxing, he hit me in the face on accident, yangyang laughed when i fell down. those big babies don't have any respect for me. i could have died right there in front of them. yukhei and his ape muscles."
"i don't think you would have died, babe, but i can take you to the doctor if it will make you feel better," you try your hardest to hold back any more laughter. he's just too cute when he acts like this.
alot of people wouldn't assume that your boyfriend is as precious as he is. when he's on stage, he commands the entire building with his energy. dancing so fluidly in a way that doesn't seem human, his enchanting voice like honey when it flows out of him, dark features piercing and seductive as he moves with every ounce of passion in his body. he's awe inspiring, deeply arousing and thought provoking like the finest sculpture. beautiful in every way. however, when he's sitting in front of you like this - cheeks puffed up with a grumpy pout as he mutters under his breath - it's easy to forget that other side of him exists.
"doctor. what if i have a concussion? even worse, what if i go blind?" his pout only intensifies, his new black eye covered by the ice pack as he glances up at you, "would you still love me if i went blind?"
"you're not going to go blind, but of course. i'll always love you, you big baby," you close the first aid kit, wrapping your arms around his waist and kissing along his jaw until a content hum leaves him.
"i love you, too, little baby," a grin finally cracks through his crabby exterior. he hugs you close to him, trying to plant a kiss to your lips but hissing with rage again when you bite his ear playfully.
