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Beep. Beep. Beep.
The beeping sound of the alarm clock gets impossibly louder and faster each time. Seonghwa slaps it with his left hand after ignoring it for almost seven minutes by now. The alarm clock gets knocked off the nightstand. Thankfully, the beeping stops.
Seonghwa turns to his right side, reaching his arms out hoping to reach for the love of his life only to be greeted with cold bed sheets and no presence of a human being whatsoever. He opens his eyes, squinting, adjusting to the bright light of his and Hongjoong's shared bedroom.
'It's seven in the morning. On. A. Saturday. Is Hongjoong awake?' Seonghwa thinks.
He sits up, gets off the bed, and stretches his arms, yawning. He starts to make the bed because it disturbs his eyesight if he just leaves it that way.
"Hey, Google," Seonghwa calls for the Google Assistant device on the bedside table, "play Cigarettes After Sex."
It takes about three seconds before the Google Assistant device replies, "Playing Cigarettes After Sex on YouTube Music."
Watching the video that you sent me
The one where you're showering with wet hair dripping
You know that I'm obsessed with your body
But it's the way you smile that does it for me
One of his favorite songs by them, 'Sweet'. Hongjoong had introduced the band to him years ago, and he had said that this song reminds him of Seonghwa.
He lets the song play through his morning routine. He goes to the bathroom to freshen up (not actually showering, he does that when he's fully awake, but for now he's just washing his face and brushing his teeth).
Seonghwa splashes the ice cold tap water on his face. 'That's refreshing.' He takes his toothbrush, rinses the bristles, squirts a little amount of toothpaste, rinses the bristles again, and starts brushing his teeth.
He looks himself in the mirror. His free hand reaches up to the silver heart-shaped pendant of the Tiffany and Co. necklace that Hongjoong had bought for him on his first birthday he spent with the other around his neck. It's very special to him because even though it’s simple, Hongjoong spent almost all of his pocket money and allowances to buy it when they were both in high school.
Seonghwa spits out all the excess toothpaste in his mouth into the sink once he's done brushing his teeth and rinses his mouth. He wipes his mouth with a clean towel. He puts on some chapstick and goes out the bathroom.
Seonghwa slides on a fluffy, oversized cardigan he took from his closet. It’s quite chilly as it was late winter. Spring is his favorite season and he’s elated that it’s coming soon. He goes out of the bedroom and makes his way to the kitchen only to find his husband at the dining table sipping a cup of something in which Seonghwa assumes was coffee, Hongjoong's back facing him.
"Coffee?" Seonghwa asks.
Hongjoong puts his cup down carefully while turning his head with a big, endearing smile across his face. He hums in confirmation.
"Good morning, love," he greets Seonghwa fondly. He pushes the chair beside him on the apron and motions for Seonghwa to sit by patting the seat twice.
Seonghwa sits down and leans against the backrest, yawning.
"Did you know that this coffee has no sugar?"
"No sugar?"
"Absolutely no sugar. 'Cause I'm an adult."
"Adult my ass," Seonghwa scoffs, "you can't eat a lettuce leaf without physically recoiling," he teases.
Hongjoong gasps dramatically, "You're a menace," he states matter-of-factly.
"I'm your favorite menace."
"You're my only menace, baby."
Seonghwa chews on his lip while looking straight in the direction of his husband. He leans forward toward Hongjoong and connects their lips together. Hongjoong accepts the kiss and smiles into it. He reaches his hands up until they’re in contact with the sides of Seonghwa's face. He caresses it ever so delicately as if it was made of glass, as if it would break.
Seonghwa hums in content, leaning forward further as he closes the distance between him and Hongjoong. Without breaking the kiss, Hongjoong slides his arms around Seonghwa's waist, picking him up. The younger places him on his lap and Seonghwa settles his legs on either side of Hongjoong's.
Hongjoong kisses him with so much intent that leaves flowers and butterflies and stars and rainbows and all that sappy shit blooming in Seonghwa's heart.
Seonghwa's hands make their way to his husband's nape and tangle his fingers there. Hongjoong's hands linger on Seonghwa's waist, caressing fondly. The kiss lasted a few more seconds before Seonghwa pulled away.
"The coffee's so bitter," he scrunches his face up in disgust.
Hongjoong chuckles and nods with a little grin. He stares at his husband for a good second.
"I love you. So much I do," states Hongjoong.
Blood rushes to Seonghwa's cheeks when Hongjoong says that out of the blue.
"I love you more, you know that, right?" is what Seonghwa replies.
"I love you most, you know that, right?" Hongjoong challenges.
Seonghwa scoffs and rolls his eyes sarcastically, "This is gonna go on forever. I love you."
Hongjoong tilts his head to the right slightly, staring at his husband with extreme adoration.
"I love you."
"Okay, what's gotten into you, honey?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, you don't really say ‘I love you’, you usually show it."
"Can I not express my love for you in a different way or…" Hongjoong trails off in a questioning tone.
"No, it's just— it's nice."
"Do you want me to do that more often?"
"You don't have to if you don't want to."
Seonghwa connects his eyes with Hongjoong's soften one. They fall into a comfortable silence. Hongjoong laces his arms around Seonghwa's waist, pulling him into a tight hug. Seonghwa's head resting on Hongjoong's left shoulder, breathing in his husband's scent.
Hongjoong looks outside through the window and squints his eyes, then he suddenly announces in an enthusiastic voice, "Hey, look, it's snowing!"
Seonghwa immediately turns his head around as far as he can. He had always loved the snow. An enormous smile spreads out on his face.
"Baby, remember when you confessed to me?" Hongjoong teases, smirking.
"Stop…" Seonghwa whines bashfully, looking away from his husband.
"No, because you were so adorable when you said that you find me hot and sweet and kind and all," Hongjoong coos, trying to catch Seonghwa's eyes.
"I know I'm adorable, but still," mumbles Seonghwa.
"But at least that got us to this."
"Do you know why I did it? Because neither of us would do it. I mean, Wooyoung told me that you like me in a rom–"
"Wooyoung told you? That little shit," Hongjoong bellows, flabbergasted.
"It's been twenty years and you didn't know?"
Hongjoong explains, "Well, I told him that I like you because there was just so much in my head at that time and I just had to pour it out somewhere and he's kind of like the only person I can rely on other than you, but obviously I don't want to tell you that I like you more than a friend because I'm a coward. But technically he didn't promise not to tell you. Wait, did you confess to me because you know that I like you too?"
"I… honestly, after I realized that I like you more than a friend, it kind of fucks me up because I literally thought that you would never like me in the same way because you're way, like, way out of my league. And I was so stressed out because of it that I told Wooyoung. Then, he just dropped the bomb and told me that you like me in the same way I do, and I was like the happiest person on earth. And then, I figured that neither of us would confess and just ask each other out so I decided to do it because I just want to be yours so badly. And… yeah," confesses Seonghwa. He looks over at Hongjoong, who’s staring at him with this huge, adoring smile on his face.
Then, out of nowhere, Hongjoong lets out softly, "I don't think I'll ever fall out of love with you."
"You are the most cliché man I've ever known," Seonghwa claims as if he isn't covered in pink tint.
"You know other men?" Hongjoong says in a sarcastic worried voice.
"Oh, shut up. You're so dramatic," Seonghwa laughs, Hongjoong chuckling along with him.
“Anyways, what do you want for breakfast?” Hongjoong questions.
“Are you gonna make it? Because if you are, I prefer starving,” Seonghwa teases.
“Hey! That was one time,” Hongjoong defends himself. “Once,” he whispers dramatically, holding his index finger up, eyes widening.
“You burnt pancakes, Hongjoong. Pancakes. It was jet black. At my mom’s house,” Seonghwa mentions, grinning.
“It wasn’t even that bad…” Hongjoong sulks.
“If you burnt pancakes, imagine how much more food you can burn, you big baby.”
Hongjoong hums, “It’s good that I have you as my wife. I love your food so much.”
“Did you just—”
Hongjoong grins, showing his perfectly lined teeth.
“I’m your wife?” Seonghwa knows he shouldn’t enjoy this as much as he does.
“You like that?” Hongjoong exclaims when he feels goosebumps rising on his husband’s skin. It comes out more as a statement than a question.
“You’re teasing me,” Seonghwa whines, putting his husband at blame, “I don’t like it when you tease me.”
Hongjoong stares at him affectionately. Softening eyes, gentle smile. Seonghwa leans forward, closing the space between them, connecting their lips.
Hongjoong presses into the kiss and mutters, “I still have that disgusting coffee taste in my mouth, though, baby.”
“I don’t care. I just love kissing you,” Seonghwa whispers between kisses.
Hongjoong hums, loving his husband’s eagerness. He returns it, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. Seonghwa’s lips part, allowing Hongjoong’s tongue to slip inside.
Suddenly, Seonghwa pulls away when realization hits, “Hongjoong, I don’t want to have sex in the kitchen again. I hate cleaning it up.”
Hongjoong laughs at his husband, pulling him into a hug.
“Just so you know, you’re the one who suggested that.”
Seonghwa whines, “Why did you agree with it, then?”
“I just like making you happy,” Hongjoong defends himself.
Seonghwa hides his face in his husband’s neck in embarrassment.
After some time, Hongjoong says, “Baby?”
Seonghwa gives him a hum to show that he’s listening.
“We’re growing old.”
Seonghwa’s smile is soft, “Together.”