this is a gentle ask for Hui in deep subspace, bonus points for tears and maybe even moving into aftercare?
I almost apologized for how short this was before remembering it was a drabble.... still, I'm sorry :( I get so nervous when writing Hui nowadays bcs people used to say I wrote him well lol
Warnings: subspace (selective mutism), tears
He's shaking, face flushed and eyes glassy, looking at nothing. Tears litter his cheeks, make insistent tracks down his face and collect in his collarbones. You taste them on your tongue as you kiss reverently at his face, run your fingers through his hair before letting them dance a light slide across Hui’s jawline, thumb caressing his cheek, smoothing underneath his eye and across the bridge of his nose.
"I'm here, Hwitaek. What do you need?"
Sometimes he doesn't say anything in response, just looks at you with a wide, open gaze - this is one of those times, his lips parting and then shutting like the words were stolen from him before he could utter them. You can see the steadily mounting fear in his eyes, the discomfort at being cognizant but either not knowing how to verbalize how he felt or not being able to.
"Sweetheart -" You're quick to interject, draw his attention back to you. "I'm going to go get you something to drink, and when I get back we can start cleaning you up. Because, honestly Hwitaek, you are a beautiful mess right now. Is that alright?"
He flushes at your comment but nods (and it's not like you were lying either, his body is a mess of sweat and lubricant and cum, now with tears added into the mix.)
It takes you less than a minute but he reaches for you the instant you enter the room again, pulls you against him and completely disregards the glass in your hand. You laugh softly and allow him as much skin to skin contact as he wants, dropping a kiss to the top of his head.
"I'm back now. You're safe, and so loved. You know that, right?"
You're not expecting anything other than a head nod, but he murmurs the softest "yes" against your side, one word filled with infinite trust.
Thank you for giving love to my Hui fic, I deeply appreciate it 😖🖤
it's so good!! definitely a new favorite of mine <3 i'm honored to give such a talented writer some love! i feel like it was very realistic, which isn't something you see as often. i appreciate the forwardness about consent in it and it all felt very real, and it was a very well-paced and immersive fic. the smut elements just added to it! it was the icing on the cake, and it wasn't over the top either. overall it just had all the perfect elements and i highly recommend it to anyone else, regardless of if they stan pentagon!
if you're interested in reading it, you can find it here!
hi im just here to say imagine pegging hui and how he’d try to be a good boy for u okay byeeeeee
honestly i’ve never really been super into the idea of pegging, but like... hui would be the perfect candidate imo 🥵 boy is a sub through and through i accept nothing else
I watched that recent video pentagon posted of hui and got so sad... for the drabble thing, maybe something about making him cum so he can fall asleep? And reassuring him that he's doing enough or something?? Idk, it just made me sad and now I want to see him spoiled TToTT
Me too, anon..... I love him so much and just want him to be happy :(
Warnings: handjob
You can tell he's tired - it's beyond obvious now that he's let his head drop to rest against your shoulder, but even before it was apparent. There's a type of very specific tension to his shoulders that you recognize, the kind he only gets when he's trying to sleep but just can't turn his brain off long enough to do so.
"I've been trying to sleep for the past half hour, but.." Hui's voice is soft, thick, exhausted, and he sighs softly as you shift him in your arms so you can rub at the back of his neck. "I keep thinking of all the things I should be doing, but I'm too tired to actually do any of them well."
"Mhm?" You keep your own voice soft, can feel the way he shivers at the low sound near his ear.
"And now I'm bothering you." ..Ah. So it was one of those nights then, where he was convinced he wasn't doing enough and was just being a nuisance to everyone because of it.
"You're not bothering anyone, sweetheart. If I hadn't wanted to come over then I wouldn't have come, you know that." He's curled up against you, eyes still shut but not truly relaxed in any sense of the word, and it hurts your heart to see. "Do you want a distraction, Hwitaek? Would that help?"
"..It has before, but you don't have -" He cuts himself off with a soft sigh when you reach down to palm him through his underwear. He's already half-hard and you wonder how much of that was just from being near you in his own bed.
"You're right, I don't have to do anything, but I want to. I want to make you feel good, Hui. I want to make you cum, want you to stop overthinking everything in that pretty little head of yours. I know it's hard for you, but just relax and let me take care of you for right now, okay baby?" The entire time you've been speaking he's been getting steadily more worked up under your touch, soft noises escaping his throat every now and then.
"Mmn.." It's not really much of a response, but you know it's the closest to an agreement that you'll get - when you duck your head to press your lips against his he returns the kiss gratefully, slowly beginning to relax. He's already so sensitive from being so tense for the past half hour that you're not at all surprised to feel him already leaking when you slip your hand under the waistband to wrap around him fully, skin on skin. It's only been a few minutes but you have a feeling he's close already, confirmed when he murmurs a shaky "gonna cum" against your neck.
"Go on, darling. I've got you." That's all it takes for him to spill over your fist, moans quiet and thick in his throat. By the time you've cleaned your hand he's already leaning on you more heavily, clearly almost asleep already.
"Thank you. I love you." It's more like one long word instead of five separate ones, mumbled and sleep-laced, but you press a kiss to his forehead anyway.
➣ I wrote this in, like, fifteen minutes the day before his enlistment, so it’s not very good at all lmao
➣ Very very vaguely connected to this drabble, which is connected to this fic. Title from Pentagon’s “Beautiful Goodbye”, Hui’s line specifically: "So kiss me goodbye, if I have to leave I'd rather leave beautiful memories behind".
➣ Hui/Reader | Warnings include: Mentioned alcohol in the beginning, pegging (tho it’s not explicitly said, so it could be seen as a male!reader as well), implied choking, mentioned safewording, mentioned hair-pulling. Talks about his enlistment, sort of angsty but things are okay.
Hui’s leaning on you just a bit too heavily, both of his hands wrapped around one of yours to amuse himself. You knew it would end up like this when the somaek was brought out – he might not have had the highest tolerance, but that didn’t mean he found it difficult to drink something lighter than soju.
“It was a lot of fun.” He’s speaking quietly to you, aware of the taxi driver even while drunk, some idol-life rules ingrained in his being without needing to be sober. That being said, the fact that he was half on top of you proved his memory was very selective. “It’s been a while since we could all get together.”
You’ve heard this before, mostly because he’d said some iteration of this to you about six other times tonight. You know how Hui is going to respond to your response, but you lead him down the same conversation as before anyway. “Didn’t you all get together to do the exact same thing the last time you were set to enlist, Hui?” You’re wary to call him anything else in the presence of a cab driver who may or may not be listening.
“Hyojongie didn’t bring Hyuna-noona last time.” He says it like it’s as simple as that, and you suppose it is. For someone who thrived off of being surrounded by his found family, having an extra person was probably nice. “Wish Jinho-hyung could have come though.”
“You know he doesn’t get many off days.” You’re not totally listening to the conversation considering it was one you’d already had with him more than once, but you can feel his glittering gaze on the side of your face, looking at you like you were everything he ever wanted. It was heavy with alcohol but no less sincere.
You keep your gaze turned away, out the window at the night scenery blurring by, his hands still holding yours as he tucks his face in against your neck, facemask rough against your skin.
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By the time you get home he is half-asleep, the driver looking at you with pity as Hui leans on you when the two of you get out of the taxi. You’re not sure why that look bothers you, fingers holding Hui’s waist a bit tighter in reflex.
He is asleep the instant he touches your bed, curled up on his side of it with his face buried in your pillow, like even in his dreams he was trying to make up for the fact that you weren’t directly next to him. He’s still wearing the clothes he’d worn out to the get-together, but you don’t even entertain the thought of waking him up to deal with them – it was obvious how tired he was, even without the alcohol’s influence.
You leave a glass of water and an aspirin on the bedside table near him, sliding under your covers moments later – he turns towards you instantly, and you wrap your arms around him out of habit, one hand resting lightly on the back of his neck. That was a habit too.
Kissing him on the forehead wasn’t a habit, and he makes a soft sound at the feeling, nuzzling in against your collarbone.
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You wake to kisses littering across your cheekbones – before you even open your eyes you can hear him laughing softly, knowing precisely when you awoke. He was just too perceptive when it came to those he loved.
“Sweetheart, I’m pretty sure this isn’t my dorm.”
“Shouldn’t you be hungover..” Your response is less than enthusiastic, even when he cuddles up to you and presses more kisses to your jaw. He wanted something, you just didn’t know what yet.
“I am – and I would be worse if my darling lover hadn’t left medicine by the bed.” He pauses only briefly, during which you crack your eyes open finally to look at him. He does look vaguely hungover, but he also looks beautiful, dark hair falling into his eyes and petal pink lips upturned into a slight grin, face the vaguest bit puffy from the alcohol and extended sleep. Then again, he always looked beautiful to you. “I love you.”
That was a new phrase that had entered your relationship only recently, and something Hui had seemed to cling to when it had been given to him. He said it all the time, as a greeting, as a promise, as a threat, as a goodbye.
But the words felt heavy on your tongue – what was that supposed to mean, when he led the life he did? With your relationship the way it currently was? He’s still waiting for a response with an expression you can only categorize as fond. He never rushed you when it came to this, just smiled and waited, unbothered, like he knew your response even if you didn’t say it.
He deserved the truth though, so you murmur a quiet “I love you too” that wreathes around the two of you like a heavy entity, suffocating but also warm and protective.
“This isn’t your dorm because I wanted to wake up next to you.” That, too, was the truth – the sunset hue of his eyes turns more dawn than dusk at the words, brows pulling together like hearing that was a sweet type of pain. He doesn’t say the I’m sorry I can’t more often that you know is crowding on his tongue. Instead he just presses a soft kiss to your lips before the mischievous look from before re-enters his eyes. He definitely wanted something.
“Since I’m here, what about morning sex?” He says it with no shame, forcing a startled laugh out of you – the room feels lighter somehow, and you reach out to affectionately cup his face, brushing your thumb across his cheek. You can feel the slight imperfections of his skin under your finger, the minute things makeup would always cover, his perfect flaws that you loved.
“Depends.” Your hand caresses his face and slides down until it’s wrapped snugly against the side of his throat, right in the spot it belongs. When he swallows you can feel it under your palm, warm and trusting. “What did you have in mind?”
“Want you to fuck me.” He’s grinning, like he enjoys getting to say something so blatantly naughty sounding after always policing what he says for the camera. “It’s been a really long time since I got fucked last.”
“Really?” You find that hard to believe, considering your Hui had always been sort of a slut (which you called him with all the affection in the world). He laughs in mock offense at your question, so utterly happy just from getting to spend the morning with you, despite his apparent hangover.
“Yes, really! I haven’t even gotten to use my own fingers in a while – do you have any idea how clingy those boys can get when they put their mind to it? Even Hyunggu will follow me around now that the enlistment date was confirmed.” Hui’s whining, trying to make a big deal out of something you know he in actuality loved.
“Then I guess I have some work to do, don’t I?” He scoots back a bit so you can stretch as you sit up, blankets pooling around your waist. It’s only now you notice that at some point in the morning he had shed his belt and pants from the night before. “Someone as pretty and cute as you shouldn’t have to touch themselves, isn’t that right?”
He throws you a smile in response – it’s one of his fragile ones, where he looks almost sad but is instead simply overcome with emotion. You can’t help laughing at him, sliding from under the covers and tossing the lube at him haphazardly. He stretches to catch it, just managing to keep it from falling off the bed. “That was supposed to be a good line, Hui, but you ruined it with your sappy affection.”
“Oh – wait, hang on, you can say it again and I’ll pretend I haven’t heard it.”
Sex with Hui ranged from anywhere between incredibly tense and passionate to carefree and casual, and this seemed to be one of the latter scenarios. There’s a persistent laugh lingering in his throat, infectious, and you can’t help but to laugh along whenever he does.
The atmosphere only slightly changes when you begin to open him up, a specific type of gracefulness seen in the line of his body when you crook your fingers and he arches his back off the bed. A sound that might have been a yelp or a moan accompanies it. Everything is still soft and hazy, warmth suffused through your bodies from where his fingers tangle with your own.
You’re content to let him take the lead, watching tenderly even while his fingers curl semi-painfully into your shoulders when he bottoms out, head thrown back, throat working as he swallows hard. You wonder if you could get away with marking him up before he has to go, but ultimately decide not to, knowing at least someone will be recording when he leaves.
Watching him move on top of you while you lie back and watch is a type of special pleasure - he is just so beautiful, brow furrowed and lips parted, gaze dark and intense but just a bit disconnected like he was focused only on how good he felt. It’s only when his movements become rough that you take all control back, a simple heavy hand on his hip making him still. Sweat glistens on his skin, cock red and glistening with pre-cum from a mixture between desperation and arousal.
“Slower – Hwitaek, baby, I’m not going anywhere.” You reach for his hand, finding it easily even if you curse yourself for your choice of words – it trembles in your grasp and you wonder, for the first time, if he hasn’t been totally honest about how he feels about the four weeks he’ll be gone for basic training. He’s gazing down at you with such a bittersweet expression that it makes your chest ache, and he’s completely stopped moving at this point, resting on your hips, taking all of you as deep as possible.
“I know.” His voice is a soft whisper – four weeks of no contact, of only one phonecall for a limited time every seven days. You weren’t sure he’d ever gone that long without contact from either you or one of his boys.
It’s not fear you’re seeing reflected back at you in his eyes, but loneliness. A lingering sadness because he doesn’t want to be apart from those he loves for even a moment.
“Do you need to safeword, baby?” It feels necessary to ask, to remind him of his safety net considering the way he had gone distant, body tense and fingers shaking around your own.
“No.” It’s still soft, but more firm than his voice had been earlier. Whatever had taken hold of his thoughts he’s managed to shake off – it hurts you, but you know it’s necessary. There wasn’t anything anyone could do to change what was going to happen. “Just want to be with you for a while.”
“You’ve got me, darling.” Your words are followed by the sweet press of his lips against your knuckles, fingers still curled protectively around your own like it was something sacred to him. “Here, let’s switch positions, let me take care of you.”
“You already are.” He sounds exasperated but amused, a little grunt being torn from his chest anyway when his back hits the bed, feeling the way you shift inside of him. When you lean down to kiss him he returns it eagerly, if not a bit languidly, a soft whimper of a moan being swallowed up by your mouth when you begin to thrust into him again.
He’s quieter than he usually is, more subdued, one hand clenched tight in the pillow above him and the other interlaced with your own. You’re fucking him deep, punching little gasps out of his lungs while he rocks his hips towards your own. As beautiful as he is you can’t stop your gaze from drifting to his neglected cock, red and slick with need and desperation.
“That looks painful, baby.” You’re speaking softly, bent over him, and he cracks his eyes open simply so he can crane his neck up and kiss you. You try not to laugh into the kiss and largely succeed. “You ready to cum, sweetheart?” At his nod you un-entangle your hand from his, ignoring the disappointed whine that lodges in his throat. It’s quick to transform into a breathless moan when you wrap your hand around him, the glide of skin on skin incredibly slick already from how much he’d been leaking.
Hui orgasms with a sharp gasp, so much quieter and less dramatic than he usually is, muscles in his abdomen tensed tightly and head thrown back, digging into the pillow. The cum glitters on his skin under the weak rays of sun filtering in through the drapes, and he’s breathing hard, chest heaving, and you’re not sure you’ve ever seen something or someone so primally beautiful before.
He lets you be away from him just long enough for you to clean his stomach off with tissues before he’s tugging you back down beside him. It’s a bit too warm, his skin sweaty and sticky, but you nestle down against him anyway and indulge in his presence, perhaps over indulging as the two of you share countless long, languorous kisses.
“Maybe I should be worrying about how I can go four weeks without this, instead of anything else.” His words are coated with amusement and you can’t help but to giggle with him, burying your nose into his neck. His fingers continue to play with yours, resting on his bare chest.
“You’ll manage.” You press a kiss to the corner of his lips when he turns to look down at you, an “I love you” lingering between you both, unspoken but known. “I know you’ll be okay.”
Hui + crossdressing + overstimulation if you don't mind (Hui in a maid outfit lives in my head rent free 🤤👌)
Same anon, same.. inspiration from this comes from Hui’s thing about how one of his major regrets is when he wore a dress all day during Pentagon Maker... I think he was mostly talking about the ridiculous skit he did with Wooseok but I took creative liberties for this haha
Warnings: Crossdressing, overstimulation, slight degradation mixed with praise, this is longer than I meant for it to be bcs I rewatched the Pentagon Maker clip and got Ideas™
Hui shifts under your gaze, flushed and pulling fruitlessly at the skirt half of the outfit every now and then. He’d worn dresses before, on camera and off, but they’d never been this.. short. And those times he hadn’t been forbidden from wearing anything underneath either. (It only slightly bothers him at how hard he’s gotten simply from you fussing over him, not yet enough to voice any discomfort.)
“I should have gone with red accents instead of white, they’d have matched your hair better.” Your fingers brush through his inky hair, sweep over his nape where it’s been dyed a deep crimson color. He can’t meet your gaze and the feeling of power it brings is delicious.
“I think it’s fine..” He gives you the soft laugh he usually does when he’s embarrassed, doesn’t shift away when you cup his face and press a chaste kiss to his lips. It’s when your hands drift lower, sliding down his biceps and forearms to loop around his wrists to pull his hands away from his front, that he gets nervous.
“Pretty boy, you’re fine, relax.” Your tone is steady and soothing as you tug him over to the couch, trying not to laugh at the expression he makes when you indicate for him to perch on your legs. “No good? That’s fine, you can stand baby – I just thought it’d be easier for you to sit.”
The way he shakes when you wrap your hand around him through the fabric makes you think he probably should have taken you up on your offer, but he’s clenched his eyes shut and put his hands on your shoulders instead, always so stubborn.
You don’t bother with being kind, setting a quick and brutal pace through the clothing that has him whimpering – the first time he orgasms it’s with a cry that cracks in his throat, hips stuttering into your hand as he bows low over you, face against the top of your shoulder as he trembles and ruins the pretty dress.
“I don’t know why you made such a big deal out of wearing dresses in the past – trying to hide something, Hwitaek?” You’re teasing him, thumbing at the sticky mess that had managed to make it through the fabric – when he does his best to stand up straight again you can see that tears have already started collecting at his lashline.
“You’re –“
“Not going to stop? Not by a long shot, baby. It’s not my fault you came so fast.” When you bunch the fabric up near his waist and fully wrap your hand around him you can see the exact moment he realizes his mistake – you try your best not to laugh, keeping it to an amused grin. “You wanna sit now, Hwitaek?” When he frantically nods you do laugh, guiding him with a hand on his hip so he can settle onto your thighs.
➣ This was literally only written bcs of this post by @kpoppwriter who graciously allowed me to expand upon it a tiny bit. 🥺 Thank you so much for letting me. I wrote this in the one hour gap I had between Chemistry and Microbiology (so it’s prob not that great, and only like, 1.6k words.. and not proofread...), forgot all about it, and then remembered it on his birthday... so happy birthday Hui! 😂
➣ Warnings: Overstimulation, some tears (positive), use of a safeword (kind of), oral, a repeat use of a line from my Hui fic to kind of tie the two together
“Are you going to cum for me again, sweetheart?” The words are said into the feverish skin of Hui’s neck, lips sliding along his pulse point – a few tears have slipped from the corners of his eyes, always so responsive to you, and you move to kiss them away, distracted only by the way he turns to you for a kiss to his lips instead.
“Yes, I’m – it’s so much –“ He’s whining, a soft keen lingering in his throat long after words fail him, and you’re treated to an absolutely gorgeous view as he comes undone completely, muscles locking up as he cums on both your hand and his lower stomach. There’s already a mess of pre-cum and his last orgasm covering his skin, and all this does is make him even more of a mess. It makes you want to break him down into pieces before putting him back together, your fingers dancing teasingly along the head of his cock now instead of the rough and fast strokes you’d been giving him moments before.
“Don’t stop..!” There’s a deep furrow to his brow, a rough quality to his voice that sends a burst of pure white heat through you. He reaches a hand out to you pleadingly, and you don’t think twice about interlacing your fingers. You can feel the way it trembles in your grasp. “Please, I can – one more –“
He’s rambling, eyes squeezed shut, and you recognize this, remove your hand from his weeping and abused cock completely – he snaps his eyes open with a gasp, the sunset hue of his eyes less apparent than the darkness of his blown pupils.
“What’s your color, baby?”
“Green.” He answers you with a ragged moan, curling his body towards yours lying next to him – he’s tired and overstimulated, in a fragile state of mind, and you don’t believe he’s telling the truth.
It’s not his fault, he’s not trying to lie to you – just like everything else in his life, Hui had the tendency to push himself without even realizing he was doing so. Continuing right now without giving him any time to recover was a surefire way to plunge him into a deep headspace that would take quite a bit of time to get out of, and that wasn’t your goal for tonight.
“Well, I’m kind of yellow right now sweetie, so let’s just breathe for a bit, okay?” You haven’t even finished your sentence before his head is dropping back against the pillow, tension draining from his body as his eyes slip shut – this is how it usually goes when he’s been overworked, him pushing his limits without noticing and you taking care of him without a second thought. His thumb swipes a soothing pattern across the back of your hand, the best he can do to try and soothe you in his fucked-out state.
It makes your heart lurch with love, how dedicated he is to you even when he’s covered in sweat and his own cum, breathing hard.
“Such a good boy for me, Hwitaek.” You fill the silence with soft assertions, mindless praise that is no less meaningful just because they spill off of your tongue as effortlessly as breathing. “You work so hard all the time, and it makes me so happy that you trust me to break you apart like this. Perfect boy. Beautiful, and all for me.”
“Yours..” He breathes softly, shifting the last few centimeters needed to press his body flush against you, rolled onto his side now. He’s sticky and hot and you don’t mind it in the slightest, smiles as he buries his nose into your neck, still holding your hand. “All yours.” It’s not quite an I love you, something adjacent to it, almost there but not exactly, but it resonates within you all the same.
“Are you still green, sweetheart? Still wanting to cum one more time?” Your fingers (the ones not being held hostage by his own) drift to his bare hip as you ask – his breathing has evened out, though it still hitches softly in his throat at the simple slide of your hand across the slope of his pelvis.
“Yes – please, one more, I can do one more, I’m still –“ His words catch up to him eventually and he falls silent, an abrupt cut-off to his whining pleas. “Are you? Green, I mean.”
“I am, darling.” It almost hurts how much you love him, how hard your heart beats at his soft questioning. “You’re still hard, is what you were going to say, right Hwitaek?” He doesn’t bother responding to your question verbally, presses an open-mouthed kiss to the juncture of your jaw and neck in an affirmative instead. “I’ll take care of you, Hui, I promise, just lay back.”
He goes easily when you nudge at his shoulder, rolls onto his back again and watches as you slide down his body, depositing kisses onto his heated skin as you go. You don’t try to let go of his hand, knowing it’d either be impossible or result in a sulking Hui, even as you brought him to his third orgasm. (He took hand holding very seriously.)
When you take him into your mouth the weight of him is familiar on your tongue, the distinctive taste of his past orgasms mixing with his pre-cum flooding your senses.
He is instantly loud at the feeling, shouts at the overwhelming heat and soft velvet slide of your mouth on his cock, back arching off the bed. Your interlocked fingers are squeezed tighter.
“Fuck, I don’t – I can’t –“ You’re not sure what he’s trying to say but hum an acknowledgement anyway, feeling a surge of pride at the ragged sob the minute vibrations rips from his throat. You can hear the tears in his voice, can follow the litany of “fuck, it’s so good, fuck, fuck, so good” until they hang in the air all around you, like verbal markers of every piece of him you manage to chip away.
“I’m gonna cum..” He whispers softly, broken and teary, so completely at odds with the way all of his other sounds are loud and whining. It makes your heart clench with love – everything about him you love, from the way he trembles as you pull off and replace your mouth with your fist to the way he sobs into the kiss you initiate as his release coats your hand, curling into you as his hips make small twitches forward. It’s not as shattering as his other ones had been, not as loud or as big, but his chest heaves like the air is being stolen from him before it hits his lungs.
“You did so good, my love, so good.” You raise your hand (his still firmly stuck to yours) so you can pepper the back of his knuckles with small kisses. “Are you with me still, Hwitaek?”
He nods once, small and shaky, eyes squeezed shut – but it’s all you needed from him and you brush away his tears with the thumb of your free hand, continue to whisper compliments against his temple, pausing only to press a kiss to his forehead.
It takes two minutes before he can release your hand, half a minute for you to wet a washcloth with warm water before you’re back at his side, and a minute and a half for you to wipe him down and remove the towel you’d placed down earlier. During it all he keeps his eyes shut, but by the time you’ve finished cleaning him up he’s gazing at you softly, outright laughs weakly when you suggest him putting sleeping clothes on.
“I’m not sure I’ll be able to move for the next six hours.” His voice gives away just how tired he is – it dips off at the end in pitch, wavers slightly in the beginning. You press your lips to his in a chaste kiss, trying not to let your smile disrupt it too much – it does, but you don’t think he particularly minded considering his own smile. His hair is a sweaty mess, and you make a mental reminder to insist on taking a shower together whenever he wakes up tomorrow.
“I’m going to wrestle you into underwear then, but other than that you’re on your own.” Your words are met with another soft laugh, sleepier than before – he’s fading fast, though he does try his best to not be complete dead-weight when you help dress him.
Another minute and a half and you’ve changed into your own sleeping clothes – which is literally just underwear and one of his shirts that you swear isn’t even his considering how far it hangs past your hips – sliding into bed behind him so you can wrap your arm around his waist. He reaches for your hand that rests on his stomach, holds it just like he had been doing the entire time before, and you press a kiss to the back of his neck because of it.
“Thank you for letting me do all that to you, sweetie – you’re so good, Hwitaek, such a wonderful boy. You did so well.” Your own words are starting to get softer as sleep creeps up on you, and Hui doesn’t respond verbally but he does squeeze your hand once before running his thumb over your knuckles lovingly, back and forth.
You are half-asleep when he speaks next, whisper-quiet and clearly almost asleep himself – you can’t hear him clearly, slurred and spoken into the pillow, but you feel it deep in your core.
A soft ‘I love you too’ leaves your lips, settling gently onto his skin, a comfortable weight as he finally drifts to sleep.
