Jiji

⋆˚࿔ 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟 ⋆˚࿔

[hallowed-hauntings]

Maybe kind of sort of finished chapter 5 of a fic I'm working on hehe I might post chapter 1 sometime soon 👀

[hallowed-hauntings]

I have so many wips right now and I lowkey hate all of them 😭 I'm not even exaggerating when I say there are at least 12.

[hallowed-hauntings]

Jung Wooyoung/Park Seonghwa

Pure fluff

1.8k words

c/w - cursing, mentions of alcohol over consumption, Wooyoung is drunk

As much as Seonghwa wants to kiss him, he knows better. "You're drunk, baby." The term of endearment slips far too easily.

"But I wanna kiss you."

"You're so tall, hyung." Wooyoung's voice is whiny as he leans against his elder. "So pretty."

Seonghwa swallows as he gently pushes Wooyoung off of him. His hands linger on the younger's arms. For support, he tells himself. "You're drunk, Woo."

" 'M not that drunk," Wooyoung pouts, bumping Seonghwa with his shoulder again. 

Seonghwa's lips quirk up at the petulant pout Wooyoung directs at him. "You're lucky you're so cute. Come on, let me take you home before you do something you regret." He gently grabs Wooyoung's shoulder and steers him out of the club. Cold night air meets them as soon as they step outside. Seonghwa takes a deep breath, eyes closing for a second to savor the feeling of it in his lungs. Wooyoung leans heavily against him again, and he opens his eyes with a sigh.

"You're so nice to me, hyung." Wooyoung's words are slightly slurred. 

"I'm nice to everyone, Wooyoung," Seonghwa steers Wooyoung to his car and pushes him into the passenger seat. He leans over him to buckle his seat belt. As he starts to pull away, soft warm lips press against his cheek. Seonghwa freezes for a second, heat flooding his face. He's thankful it's dark so Wooyoung can't see his blush. 

"You have pretty cheeks," Wooyoung slurs. 

Seonghwa stands too abruptly, hitting his head on the door frame. A soft curse flies from his mouth as he rubs the spot. He tries to ignore Wooyoung's high pitched giggle as he closes the door and walks around the car. He pauses, taking a deep breath of the cold air. All he has to do is get Wooyoung home. Then he can go home himself and figure out whatever the fuck this is that Wooyoung is making him feel. He opens the door and gets in, starting the car without looking at Wooyoung. He can feel the younger man's eyes on him. Then a hand is gently patting his head.

"Did you hurt yourself?"

Seonghwa turns to look at Wooyoung. He's watching him with the tiniest pout on his lips, his head tilted and obvious concern in his eyes. 

"Do you have a headache?"

Seonghwa swallows, trying to make his throat work. "I'm fine," is all he manages to choke out. Wooyoung's hand is still in his hair; those soft eyes still glued to his, searching. "I'm okay, Wooyoung."

Wooyoung pulls his hand away. "Okay." He doesn't take his eyes off Seonghwa though.

Seonghwa glances up at Wooyoung as he reaches for the steering wheel. "What?" 

"Nothing." 

Despite not believing him, Seonghwa puts the car in gear and drives. It's only a ten minute drive to Wooyoung's apartment, but for Seonghwa, it feels like an hour. At the first stoplight, Wooyoung reaches over and grabs his hand, mumbling something about Seonghwa being "too far away". Seonghwa could have pulled away, but he lets him hold his hand. There's something incredibly and infuriatingly endearing about how clingy drunk Wooyoung is. Seonghwa parks next to Wooyoung's car and shuts off the engine. He helps Wooyoung up the stairs and into his apartment. He helps him change and puts him to bed. He insists on bringing Wooyoung water and pain killers for when he wakes up in the morning with an inevitable hangover. Seonghwa turns off the lamp, but before he can leave, Wooyoung's hand wraps around his wrist.

"Don't go," Wooyoung whines softly. "I don't wanna be alone."

Seonghwa looks down at Wooyoung. The faint light from the bathroom highlights the younger man's features. His breath all but stops. This is exactly why he should pull away. His chest aches slightly. This is why he should say no. He should tell Wooyoung that he's drunk, that he's not thinking straight. He should tell him he'll check on him in the morning, that he has to go. But Wooyoung is holding his wrist, looking up at him with those big soft eyes, lips slightly parted like he's holding his breath waiting for Seonghwa's rejection and praying it doesn't come. Something in Seonghwa's chest cracks. "Okay." The look of relief on Wooyoung's face is worth the heartache. 

Seonghwa steals a shirt from Wooyoung's dresser and changes. Unsure, he sits on the edge of the bed opposite the younger man. 

"Why are you still so far away?" Wooyoung whines, his hand flopping against the bed as he reaches half-heartedly for Seonghwa. "Come hold me, hyung."

Seonghwa smiles softly at the whiny request. He lets himself under the blankets and scoots close to Wooyoung. When he feels the warmth of his body so close though, he freezes, suddenly unsure again. He mentally berates himself. What are you doing, Seonghwa? You're never going to get over this stupid crush now. If you do this, there's no going back. He's drunk, just leave. He won't remember it anyway. What if you stay and he wakes up with the wrong idea? Seonghwa's thoughts go silent when Wooyoung crashes into him, arms locking around him and pulling him close. His head comes to rest against his chest as he tucks himself under Seonghwa's chin.

"Mmm. Warm." Wooyoung sighs contentedly. 

Seonghwa wraps his arms hesitantly around Wooyoung. The younger man feels so small against him. It makes his heart ache in an odd way. He pulls him closer, tucking him securely against him as he curls slightly around him. 

"Why are you so nice to me?" 

Seonghwa frowns at the question. "What do you mean, Woo?"

Wooyoung sighs. "I'm annoying."

"Says who?"

"Everyone." 

Seonghwa brings one hand up to gently hold Wooyoung's head. "They don't know what they're talking about."

For a few moments, the younger man is quiet. Then he speaks again. "Seonghwa, can you kiss me?"

Seonghwa nearly chokes on his own saliva. "What?"

Wooyoung pulls his head back to look up at him. "Your lips are pretty. I wanna kiss you. Can you kiss me?"

As much as Seonghwa wants to kiss him, he knows better. Not because it would blur the line between friendship and situationship even more, but because - "You're drunk, baby." The term of endearment slips far too easily.

"But I wanna kiss you."

Seonghwa sighs, tenderly cupping the younger's face. "I know, baby. Not right now, okay?" When his words are met with the most adorable pout he's ever seen, he nearly caves right there. Instead, he adds. "Ask me in the morning, okay? When you're not drunk anymore, you can ask me again. Deal?"

Wooyoung pouts. "Fine. Don't kiss me then." Despite his tone, he snuggles back into Seonghwa's chest. He falls asleep soon after, his arms relaxing around Seonghwa as he drifts off. His even breathing and the fan in the corner are the only sounds in the room. 

Seonghwa lays awake for a long time. He holds the younger man as he sleeps. Absently, his fingers play with the hair at the back of his head. It's soft between his fingers. Wooyoung is somehow even more precious in his sleep, Seonghwa thinks. He eventually drifts off to the soft rhythm of Wooyoung's breathing. 

The first thing Wooyoung is aware of when he wakes is the headache pounding at his temples. Then comes the need to pee. Then warmth. Delicious warmth wrapping around him like the sun. An arm is slung over his waist, and someone's breath tickles the back of his neck. He slips from under the arm and rushes to the bathroom. When he comes back, he stops short. Seonghwa is in his bed. Wearing one of his shirts. Seonghwa. In his bed. His brain short circuits. Did they -? Wooyoung rubs the bridge of his nose in a futile attempt to alleviate the throbbing behind his eyes. No. He'd remember if he'd hooked up with Seonghwa. Oh gods, did he do something embarrassing last night? He knew from the headache that he had had too much to drink. He crawls back into the bed, tucking himself back under the older man's arm. As much as he knows he should pretend this never happened, he selfishly wants to take advantage of this while he can. Gods knew Seonghwa would never hold him like this again. 

As he lays there basking in the warmth around him, he wracks his aching brain for details from the night before. He remembers Seonghwa taking him to his car. He remembers him hitting his head after - oh shit. He had kissed Seonghwa's cheek. Emberassing. Worth it. What had happened after that? He vaguely remembers being half dragged up to his apartment and being dressed for bed. He remembers a soft voice calling him baby. Then nothing but warmth that he never wanted to leave. Seonghwa's breathing pattern changes against his neck, and he stiffens. 

"Good morning," Seonghwa's voice is low and soft. "How are you feeling?"

"Like hell." Wooyoung wants to drown in the soft chuckle he hears from the older man. When Seonghwa doesn't let go, he relaxes again into his arms. "Did I do anything stupid last night?" He's rewarded with that soft laugh again. Then Seonghwa is pressing two painkillers into his hand along with a bottle of water, telling him to take it. He obeys. When he hands the bottle back, he turns over to face the older man. "We didn't - do anything last night, did we?"

Seonghwa's eyes soften. "No." 

Wooyoung nods slightly, looking away. "Your lips are pretty, I wanna kiss you." A blush rises to his cheeks. Oh for fuck's sake. Drunk words really were sober thoughts. But then, "ask me in the morning. When you're not drunk, ask me again. Deal?" Wooyoung's eyes lift to Seonghwa's.

"You're thinking too hard." Seonghwa gently presses his thumb against the crease between the younger's eyebrows. 

"Seonghwa -" 

"Yes?"

Wooyoung can't breathe. "Seonghwa, can you kiss me?" The words come out in a breathless rush. 

Seonghwa goes still, his eyes flashing with something Wooyoung can't read. Then his hand is tenderly cupping Wooyoung's jaw, and his lips are barely a millimeter away. "I was hoping you'd ask again." 

When Seonghwa's lips touch his, Wooyoung could swear he starts floating. His hand comes up to hold Seonghwa's head, fingers tangling into his hair as he keeps him close. The kiss is soft, sweet, full of unspoken feelings and unsaid words. When it ends, Seonghwa presses his forehead against Wooyoung's. "This changes everything, doesn't it?"

Wooyoung huffs a soft laugh. "Yeah. I'm not taking it back though."

"Me either." 

This time when their lips meet it's deeper, hungrier. When they pull away to breathe, they're both smiling. Seonghwa pulls Wooyoung into his arms, holding him close. 

"You know you're stuck with me now, right?" Wooyoung's words are murmured against Seonghwa's neck.

Seonghwa presses a soft kiss to his forehead. "Yeah? Don't take it back."

Wooyoung smiles as he snuggles deeper into the warmth surrounding him. "I won't."

[hallowed-hauntings]

Kim Hongjoong/Park Seonghwa

Fluff, very light smut

2.4k words

c/w - cursing, making out, hand job, short description of blow jobs, slight dom/sub dynamics if you squint, praise

Seonghwa's lips parted in shock and awe when Hongjoong stepped through the door. He came in quietly, almost like he was trying to sneak in unnoticed. He failed. He toed his shoes off at the door and shuffled too quickly down the hall towards his room. Seonghwa's eyes stayed trained on him the whole way.

Seonghwa's lips parted in shock and awe when Hongjoong stepped through the door. He came in quietly, almost like he was trying to sneak in unnoticed. He failed. He toed his shoes off at the door and shuffled too quickly down the hall towards his room. Seonghwa's eyes stayed trained on him the whole way.

Fuck fuck fuck he saw me. Hongjoong wasn't sure why his heart was pounding so hard as he closed his bedroom door too quietly. Seonghwa had given him a look that nearly set his insides on fire. He methodically showered and changed into sweats and a loose hoodie. He pulled the hood up and dared to venture into the kitchen, half hoping Seonghwa was still there. 

Seonghwa heard the quiet click of Hongjoong's bedroom door opening. Near silent footsteps passed his room. A few minutes later, they passed again, and the soft closing of the door reached his ears. Seonghwa took a drink of water and ran his hand over his face. He couldn't get that damn image of the younger man out of his head. The way his eyes had widened when he saw Seonghwa on the couch, the fucking haircut he was obviously shy about. That damn haircut was going to be Seonghwa's undoing. He was pretty sure the image of it was burned into his brain. It was much shorter than it had been yesterday. Short, nearly buzzed on the sides, fluffy on the top in that glorious intentionally messy way that just looked so effortless. Seonghwa let out a sharp sigh and tried to think about something else. Anything else. Think about anything other than running his hand through that short hair and tugging it. He knew what pretty sounds Hongjoong would make when he pulled his hair. He knew exactly how his eyes would go slightly hooded as he looked up at him with his lips parted. He knew what those lips would taste like. Seonghwa covered his face with his hands. No. Think about literally anything else. The upcoming trip to Manila. His mind pictured Hongjoong again, and he gave up. Before he even registered what he was doing, he was halfway to the younger man's door. 

Hongjoong jumped at the soft insistent knock on his door. He looked up from his laptop. "Come in." He wasn't sure what he was expecting, but it was definitely not a very flustered looking Seonghwa. He opened the door and just stood there in the doorway, frozen, eyes narrowed and scanning Hongjoong. He saw his throat bob as he swallowed, and his lips parted like he wanted to say something. "What's up?"

Seonghwa closed the door behind him and stepped closer to the desk. "You walk in here looking like that, making me lose my goddamn mind, and you ask 'what's up?'"

Oh. Realization dawned on Hongjoong. "Looking like what?"

Seonghwa reached up like he was going to touch Hongjoong's hair, but then he stopped, pulling his hand back to his side. "Fuck it looks good on you. Makes me want things I shouldn't." His voice was soft, almost tender. This time when his eyes met Hongjoong's, it was softer. 

Hongjoong swallowed and hated how high his voice came out when he spoke. "You can touch it." He saw the way Seonghwa's hand twitched, saw the way his eyes flashed, felt nothing but utterly disappointment when the older man stepped back a half step. 

"No."

"Touch it, Seonghwa," Hongjoong's voice was soft. "Touch me. You want to. I can see it."

Seonghwa's eyes snapped to Hongjoon's and held them with an intensity that made the younger man want to hide. "You have no idea how much I want to."

"Then why don't you?" The question came fast and a little whiny. 

Hands found Seonghwa's waist and tugged him closer. His hand came up to rest on Hongjoong's shoulder. "Joong." 

Hongjoong nearly shivered at the way his name sounded like a warning. 

"Fuck." Seonghwa lifted his hand to run it through Hongjoon's hair. The short strands were ridiculously soft between his fingers, and he sank them deeper into it until his nails scraped lightly over his scalp. The resulting catch of breath was everything he had ever wanted. "Fucking hell, Joongie, do you even know what you do to me? Do you have any idea what kind of shit's been running through my head since you walked in the door?" He tilted the shorter man's head up gently. "Look at me, Hongjoong. Look at me when I tell you just how crazy you make me. Want you to see it." 

Hongjoong lifted his eyes to Seonghwa's. He couldn't breathe. He always found Seonghwa beautiful, but now? 

"Good boy. Keep looking at me." Seonghwa's voice was soft now. His hands ran through Hongjoong's hair slowly, savoring the feel of it on his skin. "So pretty. Makes me wanna kiss you."

The soft whine Hongjoong let out would have been embarrassing if anyone besides Seonghwa had heard it. He reached up to pull the taller man down toward him. "Kiss me then."

Seonghwa kissed him. He started slow, one hand tenderly cupping Hongjoong's chin while his lips pressed softly against the other man's. He needed more. His tongue swept lightly over Hongjoong's lips. Hongjoong pulled back slightly, eyes blown wide as he looked up at Seonghwa. 

"Too much?" the older man's voice was tender, concerned. 

Hongjoong shook his head and pulled Seonghwa down again, pressing his mouth to his in a needy kiss. His hand tugged at Seonghwa's shirt, his hair, anything he could reach. Seonghwa's lips were soft and warm against his, his hands so gentle on his face. 

Seonghwa sank to his knees between Hongjoong's legs. His arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer, mentally cursing the office chair the other man still sat in. One hand found Hongjoong's hair again, tugging lightly at it this time. The soft whine that greeted his ears was more sweet than he had imagined. His tongue swept across the younger's lips again, begging this time. When Hongjoong's lips parted to let him in, he was thankful for the floor beneath his knees. If he had been standing, he would have crumpled on the spot. A soft sound tore from his throat as his tongue brushed Hongjoong's. Seonghwa could die here and now, and his only regret would be not kissing Hongjoong like this every second of his goddamn life. He was barely aware of the growing ache in his knees as he knelt there on the hard floor, kissing the man he yearned for like he'd never kiss him again. When he pulled away, they were both panting. 

"Seonghwa -" Hongjoong pressed their foreheads together. "Why did you stop? I don't want to stop."

Seonghwa laughed softly. "You need to breathe, baby. I don't wanna hurt you." His heart melted at the soft pout Hongjoong turned toward him. "Oh, my sweet boy, come here." He stood and pulled Hongjoong with him, gently guiding him to the bed. He pushed him down onto it and crawled over him. He bent to press a kiss to the younger man's forehead.

Hongjoong was so gone for Seonghwa. He thought he'd do just about anything to hear him call him his sweet boy again and again and again. Something in him felt like it broke as he pulled Seonghwa closer, his hands pressing desperately into his back. "Say it again."

"Say what again?" Seonghwa's hand tangled in the short strands of Hongjoong's hair and pulled. He pressed his mouth to the other man's and swallowed the whimper that fell from him. Perfect. Hongjoong was so fucking perfect. Seonghwa didn't know how he ever went a night without holding him, without kissing him, tasting him like this. It wasn't enough. It was never quite enough. No matter how many times they did this, no matter how many times they found themselves tangled in one of their beds, it was never enough. Seonghwa desperately wanted it to be enough. He didn't realize he had gone still until Hongjoong's hand cupped his cheek, thumb tracing his cheekbone softly.

"Hey," the younger man's soft voice broke through the fog surrounding Seonghwa's brain. "Come back to me."

"I never left," Seonghwa pressed their foreheads together. "I'd never leave. you know that? I couldn't leave if I wanted to. You've got me wrapped around your little finger. You make me fucking crazy, Hongjoong. Then you had to come in with this fucking haircut." He groaned softly. "Fuck, baby, you kill me."

"So you like my hair?"

"I fucking love it." Seonghwa pulled again, adoring the tiny sound Hongjoong made. One hand slid down the other's body, dipping under the waistband of his sweats. "Look at me."

Hongjoong obeyed, a soft whine breaking past his lips. His hips twitched up into Seonghwa's touch. "Please -"

Seonghwa cut him off with a kiss as his hand wrapped around him. He drank in every sound the younger man made. He pulled his hair again, adoring the way Hongjoong went pliant in his arms. "That's it, baby. Relax for me. That's it." Mindless praises rained from Seonghwa's lips. 

Hongjoong gasped, arching into the man above him. His eyes fluttered closed as his brow furrowed in pleasure. Seonghwa's gentle command rang in his ears, and he forced his eyes open again. All he wanted was to let go; to sink into the warm glow of pleasure that grew steadily brighter. He whined when the hand around him disappeared.

"Shh. I'm gonna take care of you, baby."

Hongjoong nodded, letting his eyes close as he leaned into the older man. This time, Seonghwa didn't tell him to open his eyes. Cool air hit his heated skin as his pants were slowly pulled down his thighs. His hand found Seonghwa's hair as his mouth left feather light kisses down his clothed chest. His breath hitched when warm hands tugged the fabric up and those soft lips met his stomach. His eyes flew open as warm heat enveloped his cock. A strangled whine tore past his lips. "Seonghwa - fuck-"

Seonghwa's hand found Hongjoong's, his eyes looking up gently. "I've got you." He squeezed Hongjoong's hand as his head fell back against the bed. Every sound he coaxed from the younger's mouth was like music to his ears. Every movement on this tongue brought him closer to the edge. The hand in his hair tightened, and he moaned softly. Hongjoong came with a whimper that made Seonghwa see stars. He didn't stop until the hand in his hair was pulling insistently and tiny overstimulated whines greeted his ears. He pulled himself up over Hongjoong and kissed him. One hand tangled in his short hair, pulling his head back so he could kiss him deeper, taste more of him. When he pulled back, he pressed his forehead to Hongjoong's. "So good for me, baby. So fucking good."

Hongjoong couldn't speak. He pressed his head tighter against Seonghwa's, hands pulling at his shirt to get him closer. 

"Still with me?" Seonghwa's voice was tender in the small space between their mouths. 

"Yeah," Hongjoong managed. "Still here." He thought Seonghwa's smile could have melted gold with its warmth. He wanted those lips back on him. He pulled the other man down to him, pressing their lips together in another needy kiss. Seonghwa rewarded him by sliding his tongue into his mouth, claiming him thoroughly. Hongjoong relaxed under him, whimpering quietly into the kiss. 

Seonghwa slowed the kiss, gently bringing them down from the high of moments before. He ached for the man under him, but they had an early morning tomorrow, and his earlier need had simmered into a desire to be close; to hold. He stood slowly, prying himself away from the other man. He found clean underwear for him and helped him into them. He brought a bottle of water from the kitchen and made him drink. Once he was satisfied that Hongjoong was well taken care of, he removed his shirt and sweats and crawled into the bed. The second his head hit the pillow, Hongjoong was tucking himself into his side, head nestled against his shoulder. Seonghwa wrapped his arms around him, pulling him in closer. His lips pressed softly against his forehead. Unable to resist, he brought one hand back up into Hongjoong's hair. 

"You really like my haircut?" 

Seonghwa huffed a quiet laugh. "You could say that. I saw you walk in looking like that, and all I could think about was how pretty you'd sound if I pulled your hair."

"Did I?" Hongjoong nuzzled Seonghwa's neck. "Did I sound pretty?"

Seonghwa swallowed. "Fuck, Joong. You sounded so damn pretty. Prettier than I could have ever imagined." He kissed his forehead again. 

"Mm." Hongjoong just snuggled in deeper, hooking one leg up over Seonghwa's. "Stay tonight."

The older man smiled softly. "Okay." 

There was silence for a few moments, then Hongjoong spoke again. "You never said it again."

"What did you want me to say?" Seonghwa's nails scratched gently over his scalp.

"You called me your sweet boy," Hongjoong's voice betrayed his slight embarrassment. 

Realization dawned on Seonghwa, and a smile tugged at his lips. "I didn't, did I? You want me to say it again? Hm?" When Hongjoong nodded against his shoulder, he tightened his hold on him, tucking him more securely against his side. "My sweet boy, Joong. My sweet beautiful boy." 

Hongjoong let out a soft breath, allowing the words to wash over him. Seonghwa's voice murmuring the words into his hair soothed something in him. He pressed a kiss to the older man's neck and sank into the warmth of him, letting the feeling of his skin against his drag him into sleep. 

Seonghwa wasn't sure when he fell asleep, but when he woke, he was warm and perfectly content. They would have to get up soon to get ready to go to the airport, but for now, with Hongjoong still asleep against him, Seonghwa allowed himself to bask in the moment. And when Hongjoong woke, he kissed him softly, tenderly, pouring every emotion he couldn't voice into the simple action. I love you. The words went unsaid even now, but they were there, barely under the surface. And when Hongjoong hid his face against Seonghwa's neck, messy short hair tickling his cheek, Seonghwa knew there was no place he would rather be.