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Since the day Hongjoong’s hand accidentally brushed against Seonghwa’s stomach and made Seonghwa let out that particular whimper, Hongjoong can’t let it go. He can’t forget about that sound that escaped Seonghwa before he was able to help it. That lovely, helpless little sound, followed by a soft, flustered pink on Seonghwa’s cheeks.
Hongjoong looked out for opportune moments to let his hand brush against Seonghwa’s stomach, just to try and see if that was a one time reaction of surprise or if it was something more. If Seonghwa was really sensitive to the touch there. Hongjoong needed to know so bad he felt like he was obsessed with it. He would flail his hands around in Seonghwa’s direction when he was talking animatedly for one hand to ‘accidentally’ contact his stomach, or sometimes he would simply place his hand on his stomach, pretending the action was a completely absentminded and inconspicuous one. Dance practices were perfect for his touches to pass as accidental. And he got a reaction out of Seonghwa every single time. One time Seonghwa stiffened and took a step back, another time he let out the softest gasp and looked around if anyone noticed. This one time when they were gathered around the camera monitoring, Hongjoong was talking to the director while he let a hand slide from Seonghwa’s side toward his tummy, like it’s a totally distracted touch done without a conscious thought, and he felt Seonghwa’s stomach tighten under his fingers as he bit his lower lip to stifle a sound.
Hongjoong craves to hear that sound again so bad.
He found out after that day that he could get away with these little touches, so he took it up a notch, wanting to get that unfiltered reaction out of Seonghwa again.
They are huddled backstage before a concert, arms around each other, motivating each other just before going out on the stage. Hongjoong can’t take his eyes off of the way Seonghwa’s crop top rides up when he raises his arms, revealing his narrow waist and a flat abdomen. Hongjoong finishes his motivational words and as they stand in a line waiting, Hongjoong finds himself pushing his way through Seonghwa’s side.
He can see Seonghwa’s intense posture, focused on his upcoming performance, deep in his thoughts as he transforms into his powerful stage persona. Hongjoong almost feels sorry for the distraction he’s about to cause, but he just has to do this. How can he help it, when Seonghwa’s waist is right there, that beautiful stomach exposed to the world, and only Hongjoong knows just how sensitive it is?
Everyone may see it while he dances today, but Hongjoong has the privilege to feel it.
He comes up behind Seonghwa to stand close beside him. Seonghwa notices him, as he always does, and turns his head to the side. Their eyes meet, and in that moment Hongjoong’s hand finds the bare skin of Seonghwa’s stomach, splayed on the hard planes of Seonghwa’s abs, warm and smooth skin under his palm, fingertips feeling the firm muscles there.
“Hongjoong-ah!” Seonghwa jumps, looking around to make sure his flinching didn’t alarm anyone else. His eyes go back to Hongjoong as he covers his stomach with his own hands. “Don’t do that.”
Hongjoong grins. “Oh? Why not?”
“Just… don’t, okay?” he whispers, cheeks a hot red even through make up. Hongjoong loves it so much, he feels so giddy, feeling like he’s discovering some intimate secret about Seonghwa. With a mischievous smile he leans up on his tiptoes to whisper into Seonghwa’s ear.
“But what if I want to?”
Seonghwa looks at him with round eyes, expression a mix of surprise and bewilderment.
“Just.. not now. We’re about to go up.”
“Later, then?” Hongjoong smirks.
Before Seonghwa can say anything they are on, and Hongjoong goes through the performance like a hurricane, energized just thinking about what would come later.
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“Hi,” Hongjoong walks in to Seonghwa’s room, sitting on his bed, eyes watching the man who just got out of the shower, toweling his damp hair, with a pair of clean sweatpants low on his hips, and nothing yet on his upper body to Hongjoong’s delight. He looks absolutely delectable.
“Hey,” Seonghwa says as he drops the towel to his basket and goes to his closet to pick out a clean t-shirt.
“Seonghwa-ya,” Hongjoong intervenes, pulling Seonghwa back by the waistband of his pants. Seonghwa turns around as Hongjoong tugs him away from the closet, going where Hongjoong pulls him. So easy, his Seonghwa, so pliable when it comes to Hongjoong.
“What.. what is this about, Joong-ah?”
Hongjoong bites his lower lip. “There’s something I wanna try. Will you let me?”
Seonghwa regards him curiously, seeming cautious but Hongjoong can almost hear the way his heart rate picks up. “What do you want to do?”
Hongjoong smiles sweetly, almost innocent. “I want to touch your stomach,” he says and relishes in the subtle gasp that gets out of Seonghwa. Seonghwa has his guard up when it comes to his sensitivity, and Hongjoong wants to break it all down. “I wanna kiss you there, too. I can’t stop thinking about it, Seonghwa.”
His hands are now on Seonghwa’s sides, loose around his waist, just in case Seonghwa wants to move back or push him away. But he can feel the slight tightening of the muscles under his palms already, just at the mention of being kissed there.
“Hongjoong-ah..” he gulps. He seems worried, like he is not sure if he could handle it, or maybe he thinks Hongjoong doesn’t know what he’s asking for. “Where is this coming from?”
Hongjoong looks up at his round eyes, his own wide and earnest. “I know you’re sensitive there. I wanna see just how much. Let me touch it and let me hear those pretty sounds again.”
“We can’t, Hongjoong-ah. You don’t understand, it makes me feel… It feels too good. I can’t-”
“Then let me you feel good,” Hongjoong replies immediately. “What’s so bad about that?”
Seonghwa looks at Hongjoong like he's trying to read him. “Is that really what you want?”
Hongjoong smiles, taking one step closer until their chests are almost touching. With his head tilted up slightly, their lips are close. “Does anyone else know about this?”
Seonghwa shakes his head. “No. No one.”
“Then I’m the only one who knows. And you’re my Seonghwa. I want to be the one who makes you feel good. I want to be the only one who gets to play with you.”
Seonghwa’s gaze is darker now, like the uncertainty is leaving his eyes as desire takes his place. Just how much did Seonghwa want to be touched there? How badly did he fantasize about being kissed there? Hongjoong wanted to give it all to him.
“It’s okay,” Hongjoong whispers into his lips as he inches even closer. “I’m turned on, too.”
“Yeah?” Seonghwa breathes out, his posture more relaxed, expression showing his interest rather than confusion, and his eyes fall down to Hongjoong’s lips. Hongjoong smiles to see it.
“Yeah.” And with that Hongjoong closes the little remaining distance between their lips to kiss Seonghwa. Suddenly all the tension and uncertainty leaves Seonghwa’s body, like opening of a dam when he finally lets go of his restraints. His hands, previously protectively over his navel, come up to hold Hongjoong’s face to kiss him back, with so much vigor that Hongjoong has to take a few steps back as Seonghwa presses on. Hongjoong wraps his arms around Seonghwa’s waist for purchase as they stumble backwards toward the bed, and Seonghwa kisses him so hard that Hongjoong feels dizzy. He wished for this, he yearned for this, for Seonghwa to finally let go and take what he wanted, and it makes his heart beat wildly in his chest.
When the back of Hongjoong’s legs touch Seonghwa’s bed, they stop, their lips parting, both gasping for air. A soft smile appears on Hongjoong’s lips, which Seonghwa returns, looking dazed and in awe, hands still holding Hongjoong’s face.
“You can touch me anywhere you want, Hongjoong-ah.”
Hongjoong’s smile widens and he turns them around, pushing Seonghwa’s shoulders to make him sit on the bed. Seonghwa goes willingly, leaning back with his hands on the bed, his naked upper body presented for Hongjoong’s eyes.
Hongjoong takes in the sight, and reaches a hand to touch Seonghwa’s wide shoulders, down his biceps, feeling the muscles beneath the warm skin. He leans forward then, following the touch of his fingertips with his lips, kissing every inch of skin down Seonghwa’s clavicle to his pecs, feeling the muscles of his chest under his lips. He bends lower to kiss his way to Seonghwa’s nipple, and when he takes the tight nub between his lips he is rewarded with the most delicious sigh above him.
Hongjoong kisses the nipple once more, then licks around it with the tip of his tongue, lapping it up eagerly when Seonghwa lets out a sweet whimper.
“Like that?” Hongjoong asks sweetly, satisfied at the way Seonghwa could only hum and nod, his eyelids heavy as he looks at Hongjoong with a darkened gaze. Hongjoong reaches for the other nipple, kissing and sucking on it, loving the way that got Seonghwa breathing heavier.
Wanting to kiss down lower on his body, Hongjoong sits on his knees on the floor. Seonghwa is watching him almost unblinking, like he doesn’t want to miss a single moment of this, like if he blinks this will turn out to be a fantasy. Seonghwa spreads his legs, giving Hongjoong enough space to sit between them. Hongjoong licks his lips as he reaches a hand to Seonghwa’s sternum, then lets his fingertips trail down, down, down, until he finally reaches his target. Seonghwa’s stomach clenches as Hongjoong’s fingertips trail across the hard planes of muscle, but he doesn’t shy away from the touch this time.
Hongjoong looks up at Seonghwa and gives him a delighted smile, like he can’t believe he can freely touch now. He leans forward, with eyes still on Seonghwa’s, and finally lets his lips brush lightly on the skin of Seonghwa’s stomach.
Seonghwa takes in a sharp breath, watching like he is mesmerized. Hongjoong kisses him there again, right above his belly button, then kisses around it, going lower until his lips reach the waistband of his sweatpants. Seonghwa’s hand finds the back of Hongjoong’s hair, sinking his fingertips into his hair as he drops his head back and lets out a little moan. His neck looks so inviting like that, and Hongjoong makes a promise to worship his neck later, cover that golden skin with kisses and marks. Next time.
Now he focuses on the skin beneath his lips, feeling the smoothness of it with every kiss he brushes across his stomach. “Let me hear you, Seonghwa,” he says before he sucks wetly under his belly button, making Seonghwa’s abs tighten up and a moan, louder now, escape his throat.
“Fuck, Hongjoong.. Feels too good, I can’t help it..”
Hongjoong smiles with satisfaction. This is exactly how he wanted to have Seonghwa, just resting back and letting him kiss and touch all those secret, sensitive parts, until he melts under his hands with bliss and pleasure.
He looks down and another surge of pride fills his chest to see the sweatpants bulging obscenely between Seonghwa’s legs. He is big, too, judging by the size of that tent. Hongjoong licks his lips, feeling so excited he could feel his fingertips tingling for more. Just a few kisses to his stomach and Seonghwa is rock hard. Hongjoong is going to have so much fun with him.
“So sensitive here, hm?” Hongjoong presses wet kisses across Seonghwa’s stomach, letting the tip of his tongue touch his skin, making Seonghwa whimper with every kitten lick. “Got so hard for me just from this.”
“Joongie..” Seonghwa whines, his hips twitching upwards like he desperately needs to be touched there. Hongjoong nuzzles into Seonghwa’s navel, turning his head to the side to feel his warm, bare skin on his cheek.
“Where else are you sensitive?” Hongjoong asks, looking up through his eyelashes with shining eyes and a playful smile. “Tell me.”
Seonghwa lets out an overwhelmed breath, fingers twitching in Hongjoong’s hair. His sight from above must be nice too, Hongjoong thinks as he looks up at him from between his legs, face inches above his concealed hard cock. Hongjoong could see the outline of his swollen length through the fabric. “Hongjoong-ah, please..”
Hongjoong giggles. “Fine, then. I’ll find out myself.”
Seonghwa lets out a groan, stomach clenching as Hongjoong licks at his belly button and sucks the skin under it again. “God, you’re going to kill me.”
Hongjoong tugs at Seonghwa’s sweatpants then, and Seonghwa lifts his hips to let Hongjoong take them off along with his underwear. Seonghwa’s cock slaps wetly on his stomach, which blesses Hongjoong’s ears with another beautiful moan from Seonghwa.
Hongjoong takes in the sight of the cock laying heavily on Seonghwa’s stomach, and he longs to take it right into his mouth, feel how hard it is between his lips, feel it throbbing on his tongue.
But first, he has another mission.
Hands roaming up and down Seonghwa’s thighs, he kisses down the newly revealed skin of Seonghwa’s crotch, kissing over his hipbones, down to the crook of his thigh. The lower he kisses, the more sensitive Seonghwa seems to get, and Hongjoong kisses every beautiful inch between Seonghwa’s legs — except for where Seonghwa needs him the most. He leaves his cock untouched, wanting to find out what else gets him crying out in pleasure.
He moves down and presses a kiss to Seonghwa’s inner thigh, looking up curiously. Seonghwa definitely seems overwhelmed, but the kisses there doesn’t get him the desired reaction. Nevertheless he kisses along Seonghwa’s thighs, his skin smooth and golden and so beautiful. He trails his lips upwards along his inner thigh, and when he gets high enough he hears another delicious gasp.
“Oh?” Hongjoong smiles, and kisses another inch higher, right beside his balls. “Am I getting warmer?”
Seonghwa can’t help an endeared chuckle, shaking his head. “You’re too much…”
Hongjoong smirks right before he presses a kiss to Seonghwa’s balls, and the twitch of Seonghwa’s body makes him feel victorious. Hongjoong takes one ball between his lips, sucking it gently into his mouth, which makes a full body shudder roll through Seonghwa.
“Oh my god,” he moans, which encourages Hongjoong to keep going. He licks at his sac then sucks harder, until Seonghwa’s hand is tightening in his hair and he is whimpering desperately. With one more wet suction of Hongjoong’s mouth around his ball, Seonghwa’s cock twitches and with a loud cry he comes all over his own stomach, shooting thick ropes of cum all over his skin.
Hongjoong watches with amazement, pulling off with a wet pop of his lips. “Fuck..” he breathes out as he takes in the sight of Seonghwa, legs spread open and heavy cock drooling out the last few drops. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
Hongjoong leans forward and licks Seonghwa’s twitching cock from base to tip, then takes it into his mouth. Seonghwa’s eyes roll back and he moans out Hongjoong’s name, stomach muscles tightening with the suction of Hongjoong’s warm mouth around his sensitive cock. Hongjoong’s tongue works around the swollen head, sucking around the throbbing length slowly, lips sliding up and down, taking him as far as he can into his mouth, tasting him, feeling his weight on his tongue, wanting to squeeze out every drop and ounce of pleasure he can from Seonghwa’s cock, extending his orgasm for a few more moments.
When Seonghwa’s whimpers turn a bit too high pitched to be comfortable, Hongjoong pulls off slowly, licking his lips, and looks up at the disheveled man before him. Seonghwa is so beautiful like this that Hongjoong needs to make this a sight only for his eyes to see, needs for this to be his privilege only. Seonghwa watches him with hazy eyes as Hongjoong dives back down to lap up the drops of come scattered across Seonghwa’s stomach.
“Hongjoong-ah..” Seonghwa whines, his spent cock twitching with every lick of Hongjoong’s tongue, with every wet kiss of his lips.
“Shh,” Hongjoong soothes him and keeps cleaning him up with his tongue. He gets lost in Seonghwa’s taste, making sure he laps up every drop, licking all over his stomach in the meanwhile, feeling the dips and curves of his abs on the flat of his tongue. Seonghwa is panting by the time Hongjoong decides he’s licked him clean completely, and Hongjoong notices with delight that Seonghwa’s cock has filled back up after all the extra attention on his tummy.
Hongjoong smiles with joy as he climbs up the bed into Seonghwa’s lap. He pushes his ass down, grinding against Seonghwa’s erection. Seonghwa looks up with dazed eyes, and he’s supporting himself with one hand on the bed while his other arm wraps around Hongjoong’s waist, pulling him close as he reaches up to catch Hongjoong’s lips in a kiss. He licks into his mouth, sucks on his lips, like he’s looking for the taste of himself Hongjoong licked from his skin.
Hongjoong kisses him back with fervor, rubbing his ass down intently. He holds the side of Seonghwa’s face, gasping to feel Seonghwa throbbing against his ass. He wants Seonghwa to fuck him and he’s not leaving this room until he gets what he wants, what he can feel Seonghwa wants to give him.
“You got one more for me?”
Seonghwa kisses Hongjoong again, his hands finding Hongjoong’s ass, palms over the swell of his cheeks. “Anything for you, Hongjoong-ah.”
They take off Hongjoong’s clothes quickly and grab the bottle of lube. With Seonghwa sitting back against the headboard now, Hongjoong settles himself back into his lap, arching his back as Seonghwa reaches around to prepare him with those long, pretty, nimble fingers. Hongjoong is panting into Seonghwa’s neck by the time Seonghwa has three fingers sliding in and out with ease.
Their eyes meet when Hongjoong sits back, both of their hearts drumming against their chests, Hongjoong’s cock hard as a rock from the way Seonghwa stimulated his prostate as he fingered him open.
“Want you so fucking bad,” Hongjoong whispers, brushing a hand through Seonghwa’s hair, his empty hole impatient to feel him pressing inside.
“Want you too,” Seonghwa replies with a stunned smile. “I always have.”
Hongjoong smiles as their lips meet in a lingering kiss. Now that they started it’s like they can’t stop kissing, years of secretly wanting each other finally pouring out. With one more kiss to Seonghwa’s lips, Hongjoong stands up on his knees and reaches back to line up Seonghwa’s cock with his hole.
“No holding back anymore,” he whispers as he sinks down slowly, taking Seonghwa’s cock inside him inch by inch.
Seonghwa holds Hongjoong’s hips, lips parted with pleasure as Hongjoong’s warm, wet hole engulfs him. “God, Hongjoong-ah.. You’re so tight,” he moans into Hongjoong’s skin, pressing his face into his chest. Hongjoong trembles in Seonghwa’s arms as Seonghwa slides deep all the way, and he holds on to Seonghwa’s shoulders, wrapping his arms around them tightly.
“So full..” Hongjoong whispers as they stay like that, adjusting to the feeling. Seonghwa’s hands are moving up and down Hongjoong’s back, soothing, feeling, adoring. Hongjoong feels overwhelmed with how much he feels, how much he loves Seonghwa, how much his heart aches with every gentle touch of his hands, with every soft kiss he presses into his skin.
He starts to move, rolling his hips in circles, whimpering and shaking every time Seonghwa’s cock brushes against his spot. He tries lifting himself up and dropping down, wanting to bounce on Seonghwa’s cock and feel it deeper, but after a while his thighs burn and he can’t help shaking every time he feels Seonghwa sliding deep in his core.
He feels a kiss against his temple before he is flipped over and finds himself on his back. His legs fall open as Seonghwa presses him down into the bed and starts thrusting into his body, fucking him with snaps of his hips. Hongjoong cries out in pleasure as Seonghwa gives him what his body craves, pounding into his prostate with every powerful thrust. Hongjoong’s body goes taut and he comes with a silent scream, his hand releasing its tight grip on Seonghwa’s shoulder to wrap around his own cock to squeeze and stroke himself through his release.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” Seonghwa murmurs as he slows down his thrusts but keeps a nice rhythm going, fucking Hongjoong slowly through his orgasm, rolling his hips into Hongjoong’s as he shakes through the waves of pleasure.
Hongjoong whimpers, his hole fluttering around Seonghwa’s cock, legs twitching around Seonghwa’s hips. “Oh my god… that felt so fucking good,” he lets out an amazed laugh, covering his flushed face with his hands as he keeps twitching with every languid slide of Seonghwa’s hard length inside him.
“Yeah?” Seonghwa smiles, moving easier now that Hongjoong’s hole relaxed around him. He presses a long kiss over Hongjoong’s clavicle, effectively breaking Hongjoong’s heart. Seonghwa is so good to him, fucking him so good and handling him so gently, knowing when to go hard and when to go soft, and Hongjoong knows he will never get enough of him.
Hongjoong lifts his hands up to Seonghwa’s face to pull him in for a kiss, pouring his bliss, adoration, devotion into it. Seonghwa is breathless by the time Hongjoong pulls back and looks up at Seonghwa with stars in his eyes. He’s never felt like this before, like he’s floating, grounded only by Seonghwa’s solid weight on top of him. His legs feel heavy, fallen open on each side, tingling pleasantly as Seonghwa’s hands roam over them, just feeling him, making Hongjoong feel his touch, his presence, his adoration through the reverent brush of his fingertips all over his body. Hongjoong is so determined to keep him forever, to have him like this forever.
“Seonghwa-ya,” he says, his eyes meeting Seonghwa’s who is still looking down at him with adoring eyes. “Want you to keep going. Wanna feel it inside.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah.”
Seonghwa never denies him anything, and Hongjoong can’t wait for Seonghwa to fuck him until he sees stars, until he is losing himself in pleasure, until Hongjoong can’t even think of anything other than Seonghwa, inside him, all around him.
“No holding back?”
Hongjoong’s smile is vibrant. “Fuck me until you come, make me feel it.”
Seonghwa’s gaze darkens into something so delightfully thrilling, something so full of desire. Hongjoong braces himself for it, but next thing he knows the breath is being kissed out of his lungs, Seonghwa’s lips warm and intent on his own.
“I love you,” Seonghwa whispers into them, and Hongjoong’s heart swells in his chest. Before he can even say anything, Seonghwa pulls out, leaving Hongjoong empty for only seconds long enough to turn him over onto his knees. Hongjoong lets out a surprised sound but his body needs Seonghwa back inside him so badly that he instinctively pushes his ass back, his back arching, hands reaching for a pillow to grab and hold on to it. Seonghwa enters right back into him with a groan of pleasure and doesn’t waste time before he is thrusting into Hongjoong from behind. Hongjoong’s mouth falls open as his body is rocked with every thrust, Seonghwa’s grip on his hips pulling him right back on his cock.
It’s so much, it’s so, so much, the stimulation of Seonghwa’s cock adding to the blissful tingles all over his body from his first orgasm, escalating them into waves of lingering pleasure.
“I’m gonna come,” Seonghwa moans as he desperately fucks into Hongjoong’s body, chasing his own orgasm, and Hongjoong wants to feel it so much, wants the evidence of Seonghwa’s desire for him spilling deep in his body, wants to be the one Seonghwa takes his pleasure from.
And he wants to be the only one.
Seonghwa’s I love you still lingers in his ears, engulfing his heart like the warmth of spring, and Hongjoong feels euphoric, he feels invincible with Seonghwa by his side, with his love to keep him warm for the rest of his life.
He feels Seonghwa’s cock swelling inside him, throbbing as Seonghwa buries himself deep and comes with a groan of pleasure. It rips a dry orgasm out of Hongjoong, as if feeling Seonghwa coming so deep in his core urging his own body reciprocate. Seonghwa leans over Hongjoong, his chest against Hongjoong’s back and wraps around him as his body shakes, pulsing inside Hongjoong’s ass as he spills deep. Hongjoong clutches the pillow tightly as he closes his eyes and feels Seonghwa’s cum filling him up, feels Seonghwa’s arms tight around him almost protectively, feels Seonghwa press a kiss to his shoulder blade as his cock spurts out the final drops into Hongjoong’s welcoming, warm body.
A whiny noise escapes Hongjoong when Seonghwa pulls out, positions him on his side and cleans him up carefully, like he is the most precious thing he's ever touched. Hongjoong can’t move, doesn’t want to move, his entire body feeling well fucked and completely spent, and Seonghwa doesn’t make him move a single muscle. He pulls Hongjoong against his chest and wraps around him, pressing a kiss to his forehead. Hongjoong feels so good, he feels so happy, so sated and so loved that he feels like crying. He presses his face into Seonghwa’s chest, hiding his brimming eyes. Neither say anything else but they tangle their limbs and touch each other’s skin with reverent fingertips that speak a thousand words until they fall asleep in each other’s arms.
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Hongjoong wakes up to a soft, tickling feeling on his shoulder, his entire body feeling blissful, with a pleasant ache as the reminder of last night. His lips curl into a smile before he even opens his eyes. The strong arms around him, the warm chest beneath his arm, the soft lips that pressed that tickly kiss to his shoulder… it was all Seonghwa. And it feels better than everything he could have imagined, to wake up in his arms like this. He wants this for every morning he has left in his lifetime, for Seonghwa to be the first thing he feels when he wakes up.
“Sorry, did I wake you?” Seonghwa whispers with a fond chuckle, and Hongjoong stretches a little with a groan before he hides his face, and his stupidly happy smile, into Seonghwa’s neck.
“Were you watching me sleep?” Hongjoong asks groggily.
“Hmm.” Seonghwa hums, his cheek rubbing against Hongjoong’s forehead, his arms tightening around Hongjoong’s sleepy, pliant, warm body, hands simply feeling up and down his sides, his back, as if Seonghwa was enjoying the simple fact that he woke up with Hongjoong beside him, touching and kissing him was his way of taking in this reality that still felt so much like a dream.
When he can make himself wake up, when he can bring himself to move from Seonghwa’s safe, warm embrace, which feels impossible right now, Hongjoong will tell him. He will tell Seonghwa everything, how much he loves him, how much he wants this to be their always. Hell, he’s been feeling so much since last night that he feels his bar of creativity maximized to a hundred percent, ready to make more songs for Seonghwa, about Seonghwa, inspired by Seonghwa and everything he makes him feel. People will ask him about the lyrics, about what he meant by them, and he will pretend he doesn’t know, he will dodge them by being coy and playful. But those lyrics will be obvious, because the love he feels for Seonghwa is not something he can hold back anymore.
And from what he can feel, on his skin, in his heart, Seonghwa doesn’t want to hold back anymore, either.