He had never really thought of them being a possibility. She seemed way out of his league no matter what way he thought about it and while he tried to give himself credit where it might be due, his self esteem was nearly non-existent. Most if not all Huidam’s life had been filled with violence and murder, the most he thought about himself was that he was some kind of monster and he had no right to fall in love and possibly begin a family when he had ripped apart and destroyed so many others.
Then again, was what he was feeling love? He had never experienced the emotion before. Byungho and him were close and in ways he looked at him as if he were some magical older brother but these days he had put distance between them and it was beyond frustrating. He never thought that he was below him, more that he was in gratitude and would do whatever was needed but it seemed like now he was working hard on establishing barriers that hadn’t existed prior. Nonetheless, while Huidam had cared for others, they hadn’t really seemed to care for him, at least, not until Aphrodite came along.
The feeling of her fingers locking around his wrists has hi halting his movements, his pulse betraying him as his heart beat soars and his eyes glaze over. Perhaps, just this once he could be selfish. Just this once, would he let himself slip and go after what he truly wanted. Sure, he might have been a monster, but god damn he had be dreaming about her for so long, he had to do something. So he kneels in front of her, his hands cupping against her round, soft cheeks and brings her in for a kiss.
the silence between them is nearly unbearable and she feels as if she might simply combust the longer he stares at her. has she done wrong? was letting her feelings get the best of her a mistake? she doesn’t want to cause huidam anymore stress than he already has on his plate, in fact she strides to be a calm and stable presence whenever he comes home so he doesn’t have to think about what lays outside the walls of their home together. yet aphrodite feels as if every day that she does this, she gets closer and closer to reaching a breaking point. she loves him...god, she’s known that for a while now but she also knows how huidam views himself and so she waits and says nothing because what if she is the reason he is agonizing?
she didn’t imagine it would go like this the day she’d sat on his lap at the request of byungho -- she’d simply been a gift to them but as they talked she realized it wouldn’t be hard to fall for him. yet still it had been a surprising twist, the same surprise she felt when he spills forward onto his knees in front of her and rests those big, calloused hands against the softness of round cheeks. she wants to say something, anything but she never gets the chance because almost as soon as she realizes what’s happening she feels his lips soft against her own.
her reaction is automatic, the way her breath hitches slightly and her hands immediately grip onto his shirt as if she might float away without him. her response feels almost desperate, hands sliding around his torso and pulling him to her because she wants to make sure that she’s not dreaming. that the kiss that they are sharing now, passionate and insistent on her end, is not part of her imagination.
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