21:09 — on that day when i met you, maybe i would rather it never happened to me, the worst of all blessings, the best of all curses, i should stay away from you, but as the saying goes... | ma meilleure ennemie by stromae and pomme — NSFW
seonghwa hands hovered over your hips as you straddled him, his eyes lingering on your midriff, his lashes brushing against his cheek, "i've always hated you." he whispered, his hands brushing against your skin, finding their way under the small crop top, "all that attention you get from coach lee pisses me off."
"touché." you grumbled, your fingers tracing along his abdomen, "i could say the same about you."
seonghwa scoffed, "yeah?" he rolled his eyes, "you've been to nationals, you're a title winner."
"maybe you've just got to start practicing more?" you shrugged, pressing your chest against his bare one, feeling his hands reach your hips once more, "sounds like coach lee doesn't see your potential."
he glared as you kissed at his neck, "just admit it, you've always been the favorite."
you chuckled, running your tongue along his jugular, feeling his breath catch in his throat, "i am." she whispered, "i guess i'm just more marketable than you."
he wrapped his hand around your hair, gently pulling it to look at you; blown out pupils, red and swollen lips — he'd be lying if he didn't think you looked amazing like this. "you're making a career out this, while i'm stuck on the sidelines."
"hwa—"
"don't call me that."
"we're having an intense hatefucking session and you're worried about me calling you hwa?" you chuckled, rolling your eyes, "listen to me, idiot," you started, grabbing his chin with your hand, "i really don't want to say this, but you've forced my hand; you're a great skater, and i admire the way you commit yourself to it." you sighed, "now, stop fishing for compliments before i throw up."
seonghwa furrowed his brows, "that's not attractive."
"haha." you laughed sarcastically, pinching his ear, "now, if you don't mind, can we have some type of foreplay that isn't you being in a bad mood?"
"since you asked so nicely." he smirked, nibbling his bottom lip as he rolled you over onto your back.
why are all my timestamps set in the morning wtf lol
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When you wake up, the sun is streaming through the wndows, falling oh-so-aesthetically on Seonghwa’s face. Fighting off the urge to sleep, you let your gaze trail over his features, enraptured by your boyfriend.
No matter how long the two of you had been dating, you fell increasingly in love with this man. The way he’s always so gentle with you, how you’re always the first thought on his mind His unbridled passion for you is what reminds you of the beauty of life on both the best and worst days.
“Mmh, I can feel your eyes on me,” Seonghwa mumbles, cracking open his eyes. In response, you squeeze your eyes shut and you feel rather than hear his gentle laughter. “Not how that works, baby.”
“That’s definitely how it works,” you mumble into his chest, holding back your laughter.
He laughs one more, tilting your face up to plant a kiss on your forehead and his lips linger on your skin. You can’t help but tilt your face up to properly kiss him, bringing your hands up to cup his face. The kiss is kept short and sweet and when you pull away you see Seonghwa looking at you like you made the heavens and the earth.
“I love you,” you murmur, and Senghwa leans down to peck your lips again.
Soft laughter fills the living room as candle lights illuminate the silhouettes of the couple dancing. A soft song plays while Seonghwa spins you around then brings you back into his arms, swaying you both in circles. Your head is tipped back, and you’re smiling at him while he’s beaming at you back. It had been a long day for both of you, but right here in this moment, everything felt like it would be okay, and it was. It was going to be okay. Soft whispers of ‘I love you’ spoken into the air while you guys dance and seonghwa twirls you. Seonghwa stops your guys’ swaying and cups your cheeks, pulling your face towards his, lips only a breathe apart, then finally, allowing them to meet in a soft kiss. “You’re my moon.” He whispers against your lips. “And you, my dear, are my precious star.”
A/N: This is unedited. I wanted to elaborate on the little headcanons I wrote the other day so hopefully I’ll be able to do that with all the members! I also wrote this with the song Diamonds by Rhianna in mind because it reminds me of hwa. I hope you enjoyed!
Seonghwa quietly walks into the Ateez dorms, taking his shoes off at the door and placing them into the shoe rack. All the lights had been turned off, and the only noise heard was that of the television, as the Steven Universe theme tune played quietly from the living room.
Upon peering into the living room, Seonghwa could see that on the sofas and armchair, curled up fast asleep, were a few of the other members, accompanied by you. A bowl of popcorn had been placed on the coffee table, which had been surrounded by blankets and pillows.
He could see San and Yunho cuddled together, Hongjoong sitting up in the armchair, Wooyoung sleeping upside down as he dangled off of the couch, and Mingi resting his head on the back of the sofa with your head resting on his lap.
Seonghwa almost silently takes the remote from beside Yunho, and turns off the tv. He takes some blankets from the middle of the living room and carefully places them over each member, placing Wooyoung upright so he wouldn't complain to him in the morning about neck pains.
Soon enough, the popcorn was cleared away, the heating turned down lower, and Seonghwa had changed into his pyjamas. With everything (more or less) the way he left it this morning, he went off to bed, knowing he'd probably wake up to some crazy confusion the next day.
[9:17 AM] You had to sigh when you caught sight of Park Seonghwa in the back booth of the coffee shop. How? How does he always do this?
“What, do I have something on my face?” Seonghwa asked as you slid into the booth across from him.
“No.” You picked at a loose string on your sweater sleeve, flustered. “It’s just…how do you always look so good? How? Did you get your stylist to dress you for this, too?”
Seonghwa’s laugh was a little embarrassed, and it heartened you to see the way his cheeks flushed. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“It is a compliment,” you insisted. “I swear I try to keep up, so you don’t look like the guy with a really cheap date, but…geez.”
Seonghwa tilted his head, gaze fond on you. “You do keep up. You look really cute in that sweater.”
You felt your face and neck flush hot. “Don’t try to make me feel better, it’s seriously fine.”
“I’m not trying to make you feel better,” he said, nudging your foot with his under the table. “That sweater is seriously adorable on you. I love the vibe.”
Maybe you were trying not to choke on your own tongue. “Th-thanks. Uh, can we get coffee now?”
Seonghwa laughed. “We can do whatever you like. My time is always yours whenever I’m with you.”
tw: recording, masturbation, guided masturbation, hand kink? possibly? before anything else its quite fluffy, this was an excuse for me to wax poetic about pink haired seonghwa. seonghwa is a househusband and he is very happy about it thank you very much :)))
wc: 4k
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You pushed the door to your apartment open with one hand and a small briefcase in the other. Your boss is sending you on a short business trip to the next city for 3 days starting tomorrow, and although it isn’t going to be long relief flooded your body as you stepped into your familiar front room that you could spend the evening at home.
Instantly the smell of cooking garlic and onions filled the air around you, making your mouth water. Seonghwa was cooking, the mere thought eased your nerves as it meant you were truly home. You did your best to set your briefcase down and hang up your coat quietly, taking off your shoes to avoid them clicking on the hardwood floor. When you listened carefully the sounds of butter sizzling in a pan and the gentle tap of a knife on a cutting board could be heard all the way at the door.
Your apartment wasn’t huge, but it was on the bigger side and definitely in the nice part of town. You considered it your dream home for now. Spacious with tons of natural light but full of the personal touches that made it a home. Seonghwa thinks it perfect though if it were up to him you would never leave. And that is part of the reason he took such good care of it.
Your tight-covered feed gently padded into the small hall that leads to the kitchen and living room. You poked your head around the corner. A smile grew on your face at what you saw. Seonghwa stood at the small island counter with one of his knives in his hand, quickly dicing and onion. He had forewarned you that he had dyed his hair cotton candy pink while you were out today but you saw it now for the first time as the fluffy strands shifted when he turned his head to check on the pan sizzling on the stove behind him.
You have been married for close to 3 years now, but even to this day it still tugged at your heartstrings to see him cooking in his thick knit sweater with the sleeves rolled up and his iconic strawberry-themed apron. The early afternoon light shown through the large windows in the living room making the whole scene even more picturesque.
Seonghwa was still intently preparing the meal, he still hasn’t noticed you watching him. So you took a moment to look around the kitchen. There were two tripods on the counters. One directly in front of him angled to capture his hands as he cut up the vegetables and another staring down into the pan on the stove. This is why you had to be quiet entering the apartment.
In the past 2 years, Seonghwa had started making weekly videos of the meals he prepared for the two of you and posting them on YouTube. They were half instructional and half ‘relaxing cooking sounds’ in the ASMR style that he liked to watch, so you couldn’t make too much noise when he was filming. He rarely spoke in them, mostly just leaving the instructions on the side of the video in writing so people could follow along, and he rarely showed his face except for a few times. But regardless they were doing well, and he had a decent size following. And you were just glad that he was enjoying himself as he had always loved to share his favorite tips and tricks for cooking and cleaning.
“Oh!” Seonghwa’s quiet exclamation pulled you from your thoughts. It seems that he has finally noticed you standing in the hallway and a wide smile was spread across his lips. He set the knife down, turning to check the pan one more time to make sure nothing was going to burn before motioning you over to where he was standing.
You crossed the living room to the kitchen with an equally bright smile. He was still filming, but it would be fine, you had made appearances from time to time on his channel, tasting food, stirring pots when he needed an extra hand, or even simply clinging to his side while he piped frosting onto cupcakes because you missed him. Those clips would usually include a small message on the screen like “my wife is being helpful today:)” and they made you giggle when you watched them back.
When you reached him your arms wrapped around him instantaneously and you pressed your face into his shoulder. Three days is far too long to go without your perfect husband. You heard him chuckle softly before you felt a soft kiss being pressed onto the top of your head. The camera on the counter in front of you would be able to capture a small bit of your hug, but you didn’t care. You did not plan on letting go quite yet. You could already imagine the playful message that Seonghwa would put on the screen to tease you when this sequence was featured in his next video.
Seonghwa held you for just a moment longer before turning back to the camera. It was always a little awkward for him to cook while you stuck to his side, but he had done it so many times by now that it was almost second nature to him. You turned your head down to watch as he picked up the knife again to continue chopping. The onions had all been placed in a small bowl next to the cutting board and he moved onto the cabbage.
And so was your routine. Every day you woke up and went to work with a homemade lunch and would be greeted as you got home with a hot meal. Seonghwa was a proud househusband, enough so to name his channel that. You had been working in the corporate world since the beginning and now that you had a comfortable salary and a secure job that could provide for both of you, it gave Seonghwa the freedom to do what he enjoyed. You didn’t mind providing for him financially, especially not when he looked after you and your home so well. You had a perfect balance marriage.
Later that day you were sitting down at your small dining table with a plate of perfectly prepared dinner, practically inhaling it after going so long without his cooking. Seonghwa sat across from you eating slowly and watching you out of the corner of his eye with a smirk. One of his hands was reached across the small table to gently rest on top of yours and the other holding his phone. Just before you could make a fool of yourself by licking your plate Seonghwa giggled across the table. Your head shoots up, your mind already preparing a speech to defend your impolite eating only to see Seonghwa staring down at his phone.
With a bright smile, he turned the screen to you,
“Look, one of my followers recreated that crazy cake I made last week! They tagged me in it and everything. And it looks like they did a good job.”
Seonghwa was beaming at you as he spoke. It delighted him when his followers shared their creations with him. It made you happy too, to know that others could see how amazing your husband was and we’re learning useful skills from him.
Seonghwa set his phone down to take another bite of food, humming with satisfaction, clearly proud of his creation.
“You have no idea how much I’m going to miss your cooking, Hwa.” you groan, looking longingly at the now-empty pan sitting in the skin. Seonghwa took another bite before responding.
“It's three days sweetheart,” replies with a chuckle, taking your left hand fully into his and running his thumb over your shinning wedding ring. The touch sent shivers down your spine and your eyelids began dropping.
“Three days too many.” You grumbled, watching lazily as he finished the last of his meal. You both sat and the table for a few minutes, enjoying the comfortable silence of the lazy evening. You watched as he eventually stood clear the table, rising the dishes so you could load them in a few minutes. The sun had set now and the lights in the room were dim.
Seonghwa’s back was facing you from the sink and you took a moment to simply stare at your husband. He was tall and broad with hard planes and muscles, but in his preferred soft sweaters and light colors he looked so cuddly, it melted your heart and made you swoon. His features are so sharp and rough yet somehow simultaneously so soft and kind. Especially with his new pink hair, he looked so sweet you don’t know how you're going to bear being away from him.
“I think I’m going to miss you the most,” you call after him, getting to your feet to go load the dishes into the washer. Seonghwa had chuckled at you but made no immediate response, now it was his turn to watch your back as he leaned against the island counter. You finished loading the dishes, turning around to face him with a lopsided smile. Seonghwa spread his arms wide and welcomed you as you threw your arms around him again and buried your face into his chest, inhaling deeply chasing the fresh scent of his body wash. You really didn’t want to leave him, even if it only was for 3 days.
Seonghwa scened what was troubling you. His fingers carded into hair and urged you to look into his eyes. You reluctantly pulled away from his chest to meet his gaze. He had a small smirk playing on the corners of his lips, nearly undetectable.
“I’m going to miss you too sweetheart,” he said, but his small smirk hinted an ulterior motive. He pecked your lips so quick you barely felt it. You frowned, wishing that you could just connect your lips in a full kiss.
“So much,” he continued before pecking you again, leaving you even more disappointed, but his smirk was growing. You braved your hand on his chest and leaned in to capture his lips fully, and he allowed you to. Your lips moved in a soft tandem for only a moment before he cut the kiss short.
“You know sweetheart, I would absolutely love something to remember you by.” He hinted, innocently tilting his head to the side and pouting at you. You could tell what he was hinting at but at the moment all you wanted was another kiss.
Reaching up you kissed him again, much deeper this time, daring to part your lips as an invitation for him to explore. He did little more than swipe his tongue once over your bottom lip before pulling away. You huffed in frustration, wishing more than anything else to get at least one good make-out in before you had to leave, but it seems Seonghwa has other plans.
“What did you have in mind?” You ask, wrapping your arms around his neck, allowing him to peck your lips again teasingly. It wasn’t fair. Seonghwa has such plush and inviting lips, kissing them felt like heaven and he just has to go and deny you the opportunity.
Seonghwa pulled away just a bit and turned his head. You redirected your gaze to follow his, and your eyes landed on one of his cameras that was still positioned on the counter. You stared blankly for a moment, but as Seonghwa’s hand slid lower down your back it suddenly clicked. Seonghwa wanted to record you.
Instantly your face flushed. This would not be the first time. There was a reason you had a camera in the house the first time he decided to make his videos.
“What? The other ones are good enough anymore?” You ask with a pout, which he kissed away again, smiling through the whole thing. Seonghwa’s hand slid into the hem of your pencil skirt. At that moment he took your bottom lip between his teeth to pull it slightly before letting go, making you squeal before it snapped back into place.
“I had something a little different in mind this time.” He explained the fingers that had slipped into your skirt began rubbing small circles into the skin on your lower back. Your face screwed in confusion. Seonghwa pushed off the counter, using the hand on your back to lead and the other to pick the camera off the tripod.
As soon as you were in your room you pulled Seonghwa down for a real kiss. You wasted no time deepening the kiss, parting your lips to invite him in, praying that he would follow through. Taking pity on you, he complied. Seonghwa slipped his tongue into your mouth, curling around your own and making obscene wet noises. You pressed your body against him, one hand gripping his bicep for dear life and the other resting against his chest. When his free hand took hold of your chin with a rough grip you moan into your open mouth kiss.
Seonghwa urged you backward till you fell onto the bed. He came down over you, holding himself up to hover just above you. The kiss is now slowly devolving into little more than his tongue licking into your mouth and your continuous whining at the fuzzy feeling the kiss gave you. Your eyes had long since slipped shut. But when Seonghwa suddenly pulled away from you, leaving the air empty above you, your eyes shot open and your hands grasped wildly above you.
Seonghwa stood in front of you holding the camera in front of his chest, watching the screen as the lens pointed down at you. You noticed a small flashing red light signifying that it was recording. Normally he would place the camera on the dresser against the wall to get a full view, your face became puzzled trying to figure out why he was still holding the damn thing. All your questions were answered with his next words.
“Will you strip for me, sweetheart?” He asked, eyes wide and pleading, though it was just a ruse to tease you. With a huff, you began undoing the buttons on your blouse, going quickly in an attempt to get his hands back on you as quickly as possible.
“Slow down,” he commanded with a soft voice, Seonghwa’s intense gaze was trained on the sliver of skin presented to him by your collar bones.
“Seonghwa, please-“ you started but he cut you off.
“Don’t you want to enjoy this? Savor the moment?” He asked with another expression to feign innocence. You started up at him with wide eyes of your own, questioning what exactly was in store for you. Eventually, you resumed, this time popping the buttons slowly, making eye contact with your husband as you went, he watched with satisfaction.
When your blouse was unbuttoned you slipped it off your shoulders and looked up at him wide-eyed and expectant, waiting for him to set the camera down and finally come touch you. But he stayed put, pointing the camera down on you.
“Seonghwa? Will you help me?” You ask, putting on the floweriest tone you could manage, batting your eyelashes at him. He giggled at you, shaking his head.
“Go on sweetheart, you're a big girl. You can do it by yourself.” He cooed at you. You frowned at him, for someone so who’s so soft and sweet he sure knew how to be cruel. But you complied, lifting your hips to unzip your skirt and ease it down your legs. Your thighs pressed together, it was warm in the room, but with him just standing there staring at you, holding a camera, it felt like it was boiling. You felt slick pooling in your underwear in anticipation.
“Show me,” he commanded gently. Looking through the camera. Goosebumps shot up your spine at his words. You looked down, unable to look at the camera as you slowly spread your legs, exposing the wet patch in your underwear. You held your breath, once again waiting for the touch of your husband but it never came.
“Seonghwa, please touch me?” Your voice came out as a question, your uncertainty showing through, despite that you bent your knees to spread your legs even wider, presenting yourself as best you could.
“Awe look at you. You look so good in front of a camera. And to think you're so camera shy on my channel.” He cooed. Your face flushed at the praise and your eyes shut tight to avoid the embarrassment.
“Look at me,” Seonghwa commanded, his velvet voice slightly rougher than it was moments ago. Your eyes snapped open instinctively flashing up to his face. As soon as you met his gaze his features shifted from hard to soft and he smiled at you.
“There she is, so cute.” He cooed. Once again, there was a slight irony to that the one in the fluffy blue sweater with cotton candy hair was calling you cute. But he didn’t seem to see it.
“Touch yourself for me.”
You instinctively whined at his command. You didn’t want to touch yourself, you wanted him to do it.
“Come on sweetheart, you look so cute. You’ll look even cuter with your fingers in your cunt.” Seonghwa replies in a coddling voice. You look up at him with pleading eyes.
“Won’t you do it?” You beg, your hips instinctively rolling against the bed, spreading your legs wider for him trying to entice him. Seonghwa points the camera down to your core and gives a small giggle.
“You sure are needy, sweetheart. But I’m not going to lay a finger on you until you make yourself cum at least once.” Seonghwa explains in a chiding voice.
You look up at him for a beat before accepting your fate. You take a shaking breath and wet your lips. You lay your back down flat against the soft comforter on your bed, looking into the camera lens, and move your hand down your body. Anticipation is high in your body and from the first ghost of a touch against your hips, you already feel your hips twitching.
With one last deep inhale you finally dare to touch yourself. Looking up to your husband with pleading eyes you run your fingers over your clothes core. The material is damp and sticking to your folds but you made the touch so light you barely felt it. Seonghwa had instructed you to go slow, so you did your best. Starting with soft grazing touches over your panties. You felt yourself leaking even more into your underwear, the desire for Seonghwa to just do something, anything, to you was almost painful. But instead, he just watched, soaking in your frustrated expression and following every movement of your hand against your core with eager eyes.
You eventually pushed your panties to the side and exposing your glistening cunt to your husband as well as the camera he held. Embarrassment shot through you like an arrow once again and you looked away with a whine.
“Look at me,” he commanded gently. Your eyes shot to him and you whimpered. The red flashing light of the camera seemed to be staring you down as you slid your panties to the side to reveal your dripping cunt to it. Seonghwa licked his lips, fiddling with the controls on the camera to zoom in ever so slightly on your body. You could barely stand the embarrassment shooting through your body of being exposed on camera so easily but still the hungry look your husband gave you urged you on.
You slid your fingers down your core, wetting them against your folds before spreading them to expose your hole to the camera. Seonghwa licked his lips again, leaning it slightly to watch even closer. Your fingers did little more than brush up and down your cunt, but you tried to keep it slow just as Seonghwa had directed. Hopefully, if you did well he would give in and touch you, just how you wanted.
You had a moment of relief when Seonghwa’s hand began reaching down and you thought for just a moment that maybe you had won, instead, he took hold of the underside of your leg, bending key at the knee and spreading your legs wider. As soon as his hand appeared, the touch was gone and you moaned wantonly at the loss of contact. Seonghwa giggled at you.
“Keep going sweetheart, I told you. I’m not touching you till you make yourself cum.” He said matter of factly, and clearly very proud of himself. With a huff you moved two fingers up to your clit, giving it small tight circles of stimulation. You gasped out at the initial contact, your body so sensitive the slightest touch seemed to make you jump.
Despite that no matter how much you worked yourself it did nothing. You were alternating between slow big circles, fast small little rings, and anything in between. Even stopping to rub up and down your cunt trying to work yourself up to an orgasm, but nothing was working. It would provide just enough stimulation to make it hurt, to keep you on edge, but never enough to through your over. You looked over to where Seonghwa stood, to your husband's hands gripped the camera with white knuckles as he watched and the mere thought of him made you keen.
“Seonghwa! Please, please! I can’t make myself cum on my own, I need you to touch me.” You begged pathetically, your fingers spreading your folds once again. Your clit had become slightly swollen with all the direct attention, and even Seonghwa would have to admit how inviting your cunt looked, but he only grinned at you.
“I think you can,” he replied, “just imagine it’s me, imagine it’s my fingers toying with you, touching you.” He encouraged.
You almost whimpered at the thought, but you doubted it would help. But you complied anyway, sliding your two fingers back up your core, you pressed them onto your swollen and abused clit. You looked into your husband's face, he looked just as hungry for you as you felt for him, and the tent in his jeans was enough confirmation. But he had far more self-control than you.
Slowly, you began working your fingers over yourself again. Trying to match the slow torturous pace he kept when he was the one touching you. Imagining it was his fingers sliding up through your wetness. He liked to take his time with you whenever possible.
“Tell me what your thinking sweetheart,” Seonghwa asked, tilting his head to keep your gaze as yours fell to the side. You licked your dry lips before responding.
“I’m thinking about your hands,” you reply.
“What about them?” He urges.
“I’m imagining them playing with me, you always start with the softest touches and it drives me insane.”
As you spoke your hand followed through, ghosting your fingers barely over the swollen bud, but every slight touch still sent shockwaves up your spine.
“Hmm,” he mumbled, “tell me more.”
You took a deep breath before continuing.
“I’m imagining it’s your fingers spreading me open, working me up. You can make me cum so quickly it’s not fair.” You pout.
As you spoke you dared to speed your hand. Imagining it was his long slim fingers pushing their way between your legs and rubbing quick circles into the bundle of nerves. Suddenly a shooting wave of pleasure shot through you making you moan open-mouthed and buck your hips.
Once you reached this pace you couldn’t bring yourself to stop, taking your time be damned. Imagining your husband was the one doing this to you, making giving you all this pleasure so quickly just because he can whenever he wants to, you felt your orgasm fast approaching.
And you were so sensitive. Your mouth hung open and every round your fingers made pushed out another breathy airy moan. You sounded pathetic so suddenly, and the mocking red blinking light on the camera only urged you on. You were delirious now, staring into your husband's eyes, begging him to make you come undone even if it was your hand against your core.
“Seonghwa, your gonna make me cum.” You all but sobbed, but something was still missing, keeping you from falling over the edge. Seonghwa only smirked at you.
“That’s right sweetheart, I’m the one doing this to you.” He spoke like velvet.
And that was all it took. Only moments after your body reached its limit and you came tumbling down. Waves of pleasure wrecking through you bringing you close to tears. Your body was twitching but you couldn’t stop your hand, not yet. Seonghwa wouldn’t stop, he wouldn’t stop until you were crying from overstimulation.
So that’s what you did, your fingers kept working you, riding out your high and prolonging it. But soon the pain started the shooting mix of pain and pleasure that Seonghwa loved to inflict on you. And then you fully sobbed.
Seonghwa reached down again, this time taking your wrist and pulling it from your body, releasing you from whatever spell you were under. You looked up at him with teary eyes and he smiled down at you. The camera is now turned off and sitting on the bed next to you. He let you lay there just breathing for a moment as he watched you with a level of fondness you wouldn’t expect to see so soon after he fished recoding you getting off.
“So, I can make you cum without laying a finger on you.” He said with a cheeky grin, sitting on the bed next to you. You huff and frown at him.
“Excuse me, I made myself cum.” You threw back. He tutted and shook his head.
“If I remember correctly you said you couldn’t do it on your own, it was the thought of me doing it to you that made you cum.” He explained even though you already knew it was true.
You looked him up and down, noticing once again the painful-looking tent in his jeans.
“Do you want me to help you with that?” You ask, pulling yourself up so that your head rested in his lap. Seonghwa gave you another fond look.
“You have a flight early in the morning tomorrow, it’s best you just go to sleep,” he noticed your frown growing as he spoke, “don’t worry, you just gave me a wonderful parting gift to keep myself busy with while you're gone,” he explains with a grin, picking up the camera.
2:46 am — quiet kisses and hushed words are shared under the twinkling moonlight that slivers through the curtains. seonghwa's hand is loosely holding yours, occasionally twisting and turning it, entranced by the sparkle of diamonds wrapped around your ring finger. his eyes hold every star in the galaxy when he asks,
“do you believe in soulmates?”
you giggle so quietly it could've been missed if not listening intently, “why do you ask?”
his eyes shine a little brighter, “because you're mine, and i'd like to think that i'm yours as well.”
you were never the type to indulge in topics such as soulmates, fate, and destiny— but taking in the man in front of you, someone who's always been there with endless promises and bandaging love, giving you cotton candy kisses and warm embraces whenever you needed them without having to ask,
“yeah. yeah, i do.” you breath out into the gentle darkness of the night.
warnings: mentions feelings of anger and wanting to cry
a/n: this was inspired by a very embarrassing dream i had a while back, never thought i’d write it down bc it is not a feeling i want to feel again. but i had a pretty shitty day and i don't want to sleep and i’m pretty pissed and writing this in the last thirty minutes or so kinda sorta calmed me ?? whatever idek at this point, hope you enjoy :/
Irritated, you opened your eyes to find a wall. You weren’t sure how long you’d been tossing and turning but sleep never came. There was a familiar ache in the back of your throat and that frustrating burning in your eyes. You could feel it arriving, slowly clawing up your skin, that heaviness that wants to burst open right through your lungs until your throat is raw.
More than crying, more than breaking down, you hated knowing that it was near. That feeling of knowing that in mere seconds and moments, you’d curl into yourself, utterly inconsolable until the last tear falls.
You’d do anything to prevent it.
Taking in a deep breath, you turned to your bedside table. Warm amber light filtered through your bedroom door followed by slow clicks of the keyboard.
He was still awake.
You knew what you had to do, you could only sigh and he’d be right by your side. However, the thought of letting him see you in such a state had you clenching your teeth. Suffocating melancholy immediately in war with sickening anger at the idea of being vulnerable, at allowing him to come to you… at asking for help.
Nails digging into your blanket, you mumbled, “Seonghwa.”
The name had come out so soft and so tired and so wanting… something you didn’t think you were capable of. There was a slight feeling of bitterness on your tongue, but it soon disappeared when he hummed in response. When you heard his footsteps, you had to screw your eyes shut to get rid of the embarrassment you felt. You were too far gone to regret your actions.
When you opened your eyes, he was peaking from behind the doorframe. His enormous beige sweater nearly falling off his shoulder as he threw you a worried glance.
“Do you need anything?” He said, softly… much softer than you could ever mutter. There was care in his words, such gentleness that you just were not built to replicate.
Screw it!
“Can you–” your breath hitched, which only angered you so much more. So the next words left your lips in rapid succession. “Can you please hug me until I sleep?”
The relief that washed over you as soon as the words hung in the air was immense. It was only more relieving when Seonghwa’s shining eyes crinkled as he smiled while nodding.
A sigh left Seonghwa as he settled into your bed, his arms falling around your body so easily. Although, even as you nestled into his collar, there was a sting in your heart that had you biting the inside of your cheek. His comfort and his kindness, only made you hurt all the more.
You didn’t want to feel that way at all.
Screwing your eyes shut again, you pressed into him. The scent of the vanilla softener filled your senses while his enormous sweater cushioned your head. You felt the warm chuckle that reverberated through his chest. Watched the amber light that shined on your tangled bodies.
It was comforting, it was soothing, and it was more than enough to lull you into a restful sleep.
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a/n: yeah,,,okay,,,hope you enjoyed it better than i had experienced the dream lol. but yeah, if you see any mistakes please let me know and hope you have a good day/night.
