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Gaeun let out a giggle, head shaking just slightly as she bit back a large smile, “I don’t think i need to see anymore bad dancing..” Her hand moving up to gently push aside some of the hair from his face as she kept talking, “Your roommate’s dancing was enough.” Where that girl went Gaeun was glad she was gone and the apartment now quiet. “Though you reciting a whole Shakespeare play doesn’t sound that bad…. Othello’s my favourite, do you know that one?” She heartily teased back, she loved that play but even she wouldn’t actually want to put Baekhyun through the torture of going through the whole thing and plus she definitely hoped for a different sort of distraction. Gaeun giggled softly as her eyes fluttered shut for a few moments, her neck always being a ticklish spot on her. The ticklish feeling subsided after some time and she found herself tilting her head to give him more area to cover. She would admit that his words were rather cheesy, but she liked it. She had always liked it when he talked like that in the past and she still liked it now- maybe even more than before. “Oh, yes.. it’s very romantic.” She agrees as a light chuckle leaves her and her stomach does a little nervous flip.
“ANYMORE? I NEVER dance badly! you were supposed to say baekhyun you don’t dance bad, you can never do anything bad. you’re not supposed to use the word anymore!” he gawked, blue eyes wide as he stared down at her, humor clear in his voice along with slight exasperation. “don’t get me started, you know i’ll recite the whole thing and you’ll probably want to jump out of the window and get struck by lightning because i’m not shutting up.” baekhyun’s arms wrapped around her frame tighter, nuzzling his head in the crook of his neck while he occasionally pecked at her skin. he was glad they’d managed to fall back into how they used to be when they dated, although it felt like their relationship had gotten even stronger - they’d both grown up and maybe it was better they were attempting their relationship now. his lips moved from her neck, ran along her jaw before finding their way to her lips again and he kissed her as deeply as he could. “you’re dating a poet,” he murmured against her lips, “of course i’m going to be romantic at times. are you feeling better?”











