⠀⠀⠀⠀ONLY IF YOU STAY ⠀⠀──── ⠀⠀he xinlong.
in which practice turns into peace and love with her
•⠀⠀⠀ idolbf!xinlong x clingy!reader • skinship + 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 / 𝗌𝖾𝗆𝗂-𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗈𝗎𝗍 +
The practice room was nearly dark, except for the soft reflection of blue light stretching across the mirror. Music hummed low through the speakers, a loop of the same chorus xinlong had been practicing for hours. All the members had already went back, but he was still there, pushing himself even though he was missing the warmth of his love's arms.
Xinlong’s shirt clung to him, the edges damp with sweat. His hair stuck to his forehead, chest rising and falling fast as he caught his breath. The air conditioner hummed in the background, but it didn’t seem to help — he was giving his all.
You waited as you saw your boyfriend forcing himself to become better and better even though in your eyes? He was perfect. You pushed the door open carefully. The faint click echoed, and his head turned toward the sound immediately.
“...hey,” you whispered, holding up a small paper bag. “I brought cookies. Your favourite ones, the one I make with extra choco chips on top."
For a moment, the tired lines in his face softened — that little, unmistakable smile that only ever appeared when you were there. “You shouldn’t be here this late,” he murmured, but his voice carried no real protest.
You stepped closer, your shoes barely making a sound on the polished floor. “Couldn’t sleep,” you said, a pout forming. “And you didn’t reply to my message. Wakeone is keeping you away from me." He laughed quietly, pinching your cheek. "I was practicing."
“I can see that,” you said, setting the bag on the speaker and reaching for the hem of his sleeve. “You’re sweating so much, baby." You immediately threw yourself on him, gently though as he tightened his arms around you, your face buried on his chest - not caring about the sweat, as you looked up at him, speaking. "you stink." he rolled his eyes at that but couldn't help the small laugh that escaped "well because I was practicing since 2 hours."
he picked you up as you wrapped your legs around his torso and arms around his neck for support, burying your face in the crook of his neck now as he settled down, back pressed against the floor and you on his lap. You reached into the bag, breaking a cookie in half and pressing it to his lips before he could protest. "Made it with love."
He bit into it, laughing again as crumbs dusted his lip. You leaned in instinctively, wiping them away with your thumb — and then pressed a small kiss where your thumb had been. Just like that, the tension in his shoulders seemed to fall away.
He cupped your cheek softly, thumb brushing against your skin. As he was lost in your eyes, "Gosh, I love you so much." He spoke, his voice carrying nothing but gentleness and love as you giggled, leaning your forehead against his.
The music kept playing, but it faded into the background. You pressed tiny kisses on his jaw, his cheek, his temple — every place your lips could reach. He returned them lazily, each one softer than the last, until both of you were just a mess of laughter and half-whispered words. “Missed you,” you mumbled against his soft lips.
“I’m right here,” he murmured back, voice barely above a breath. “Always right here.”
You nuzzled closer, fingers tracing the edge of his collarbone. His hand found your back, warm and steady, drawing lazy circles as if memorizing you all over again, he pressed a soft but long kiss on your lips before pulling back as you pouted, leaning and pressing your lips against him again earning a chuckle from him, both of you sharing soft kisses and kisses - the cookies in the side, forgotten.
Outside, the city was asleep. Inside the practice room, it felt like time had stopped — just two people under the pale light, deep in love.
You leaned up to kiss him one more time, soft and sleepy. “Promise me you’ll rest after this, okay?” He nodded, forehead pressed to yours. “Only if you stay until I do.”
You smiled, curling against him as his breathing slowed. The dance practice could wait — for now, the only rhythm that mattered was the gentle rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek.
© jiahaosgirl
