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Seonghwa was sitting on the couch, peacefully enjoying the silence while texting atiny when Wooyoung showed up in the living room, standing there looking at Seonghwa. He had that look on his face, like he was up to something. These days Wooyoung was quieter and calm, maybe anxious about the tour. He didn’t comment on it.
“What?” Seonghwa asked. Wooyoung broke eye contact and sat beside him, “nothing”. He opened his phone and started messaging someone, so Seonghwa got back to talking with the fans. Peace didn’t last long, but Seonghwa was not expecting that to happen. Wooyoung had the Wave fanchant on his phone, singing and tapping Seonghwa when atinys were supposed to use the castanets.
Seonghwa did not hesitate on recording that. “What are you doing?” he asked, cocking his head to look at him. Wooyoung did not respond immediately, focusing on what he was doing “practicing”. He looked absolutely adorable, wearing a big hoodie, singing happily, hair covering his eyes, so fluffy and cute, Seonghwa wanted to smash him. Wooyoung kept tapping him even when he told him not to, his smile getting bigger and bigger, how could Seonghwa possibly get mad at the boy? But the oldest pretended to be angry and jumped on him, “don’t!”, getting a scoff from Wooyoung right after, then muffling his laugh.
Seonghwa would not admit or tell this to the boy, but he missed him. Wooyoung had been hanging a lot with Hongjoong lately, always annoying him, trying to give him kisses and hugs. Seonghwa missed him… badly. Not that they had stopped talking or interacting with each other, no, even because they worked and lived together. Wooyoung just didn’t annoy or cling onto him like he used to.
Seonghwa had taken Wooyoung’s hands on his, above the younger’s head. They both stared at each other, smiling. “Cute” said Seonghwa, now removing strands of hair from Wooyoung’s face who replied, “no, you’re cute”. They just kept looking straight at each other's eyes, it’s been a while since they got this close. It was nice, Wooyoung was beautiful, he had always been. Then Seonghwa remembered atinys, poor atinys, forgotten somewhere on the couch, the phone still recording. He got his phone but Wooyoung grabbed his arm, “don’t go, stay like this” and hugged him. It did something to Seonghwa’s heart, “I’m not going anywhere, don’t worry. But let me finish talking to our fans and I’ll give you all my attention”. Wooyoung hummed in affirmation and wrapped his arms around the oldest tighter.
A few minutes passed, Wooyoung was stroking Seonghwa’s hair and sniffing at the sweet scent of strawberry. He lowered his head so that his nose was on Seonghwa’s neck, inhaling there. It was something that would always drive Wooyoung a little insane: he smelled so good, he could stay hours hugged with the oldest, just nosing every inch of his skin, nibbl—
Seonghwa put his phone away, his heart beating faster when he felt Wooyoung’s nose on his neck “I’m all yours now”.
“Good” mumbles Wooyoung before giving his neck a quick but warm kiss. Seonghwa trembles a bit, it’s been a while don’t judge him, and lowers himself so he can be at the same level as Wooyoung. They share a quick glance before they lean in to each other and kiss. Just a peck, Seonghwa holds Wooyoung’s face in his hand gently, rubbing his cheek. Woyooung tightens one arm around his waist, while the other meets warm skin under Seonghwa’s shirt, squeezing lightly. He missed him so much, it’s been forever since stayed like this. The kiss deepens, Seonghwa licks Wooyoung’s lips and the younger understands immediately, parting them, welcoming and reciprocating it.
They stay like that, holding each other. Sometimes Wooyoung would squeeze his skin harder or scratch his nails lightly and Seonghwa was sure he was slowly losing his mind. Wooyoung is absolutely addicting, in all the possible ways.
They part, and Wooyoung confesses whispering, “I missed this. I missed you. Did you miss me?”, “I did. You accustomed me badly, you know? I can’t get enough of you, don’t leave my side for too long, okay?” And there goes his promise of not admitting of telling it to the boy, but what can he do? Wooyoung has him in the palm of his hand. “Okay, I won’t”.
They decide a few minutes later to watch a ghibli movie, snuggling into each other’s embrace, sharing glances, smiles, and kisses. Wooyoung and Seonghwa spend the rest of their day together like this