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They’re sharing a pillow, the same white bedsheet is draped over their bodies.
Jongho is lying on his right side, Yeosang on his left. Their faces are merely inches apart, Jongho can see so clearly every single perfect part of his boyfriend’s appearance.
Both of Yeosang’s eyelids are fluttering, the blonde is sleeping but he is not in as deep of a sleep as he had been before. The older is at peace with whatever it is he might be dreaming about, the steady rise and fall of his shoulders silently informs Jongho of this fact.
Beneath the bedsheets of his own bed, Jongho’s left hand settles both slowly and carefully into the curve of Yeosang’s naked waist, their joint lack of clothing evidence of the night of quiet passion they’d shared.
Yeosang had taken control at first, slowly guiding both of Jongho’s hands to either side of his hips and keeping them there as he rode him into the mattress below.
They had only intended one round last night, but one very quickly became two. The lukewarm water of the cloth Jongho had used to clean them up with met the overly-sensitive skin of Yeosang’s inner thighs and so soon enough, Jongho was slowly thrusting in and out of the whining blonde lying beneath him.
Neither had lasted very long during round two, both far too dizzy with the love they have for one another and also the aftermath of their previous love making too. Yeosang came first, gasping gently into Jongho’s ear and Jongho quickly followed, cumming inside of Yeosang after receiving verbal permission from the other man to do so.
His left hand slowly travels its way up the right side of Yeosang’s still-sleeping body, the soft tips of his fingers mapping just some of the parts of his partner in which he adores the most. His boyfriend’s skin is warm and its usual shade of pale.
Jongho places his hand oh so delicately against the right side of Yeosang’s face, and both his eyes shine with pure adoration when the older male adjusts the positioning of his head and leans into the touch, his mind knowing and recognising Jongho’s safety even when unconscious.
Yeosang hums small and for a split second, Jongho is a little bit concerned he might wake up. But instead, Yeosang just curls his own right arm around Jongho’s naked waist and falls back asleep. His eyelids are no longer fluttering as much.
There are simply so, so many things about Yeosang that are mesmerising. From his appearance to his personality, Jongho is in constant, complete awe of him.
Yeosang is so kind, so thoughtful, and so polite. He is so patient too, he communicates his thoughts and feelings with the other members so well. If someone has upset him in some way, Yeosang almost always will calmly explain what they did and why he didn’t like it.
And goodness Yeosang is just as beautiful as he is talented.
His eyes are prettier than all the stars in the sky, at least in Jongho’s humble opinion, and his smile lights up any room he walks into as well as his entire face. His lips are so soft, every inch of his skin is complete and utter perfection.
Then there are the more intimate parts of him, the parts of him only Jongho gets to see. His waist slick with sweat, his skilled hips rolling back and forth to meet eager or gentle thrusts, his- well his absolute everything, really.
Jongho loves every part of Yeosang.
He loves him even during the moments in which his mind gets dark, even when he awakes in the middle of the night to find Yeosang sat up beside him crying into his hands in the hopes of muffling his sobs.
He loves him through the good, and all the bad, and everything else that could possibly come in between. He knows Yeosang loves him in the same exact way.
Jongho blinks slowly, and he allows for his thumb to caress along Yeosang’s right cheekbone. The older’s legs move ever so slightly beneath the blanket, his brain slowly switching back on.
The part of Yeosang that’s his most favourite? Well it’s the heart-shaped birthmark beside his left eye.
It’s currently covered, hidden between loose strands of light blonde hair and the plain pillow covering. It’s usually a soft pink colour, sometimes it’s bright red. After an intense workout, training session, or simply a hot shower, it’s more visible.
Jongho once read online that birthmarks, or moles, are markings of where a lover from a past life kissed you the most. Jongho often finds himself wondering which version of him kissed their version of Yeosang in that exact spot so many times that they ended up leaving a permanent mark.
Yeosang tilts his head ever so slightly downward, so Jongho leans in to place a soft kiss to his boyfriend’s forehead. The corners of Yeosang’s lips curve upward but then relax again when he feels Jongho move his head back to its original spot.
Jongho watches as the older’s head moves up again. They would be facing each other now, if the other man’s eyes actually were open. Jongho brushes the tips of their noses together, Yeosang cannot fight off the blush that spreads across the centre of his face.
When Jongho moves back, Yeosang’s sleepily gaze is the first thing to greet him. Jongho smiles softly at him, continuing to brush along Yeosang’s cheekbone with his thumb. Yeosang’s eyes fall open and closed a few times as he adjusts to being awake.
”Sorry if I woke you,” is the first thing Jongho says today, “I didn’t intend to.”
Yeosang uses the fingers of his right hand, attached to the arm he has draped over his boyfriend’s waist, to trace small patterns onto the younger’s back. The younger silently shivers.
Jongho asks, “did you sleep well?”
”With you,” Yeosang begins, voice deeper from sleep and barely audible, “always.”
He’s certain he falls in love all over again. There’s a slight crack in Jongho’s bedroom curtains, the sun is peeking through it. His bedroom is cast in an orange haze, a peaceful glow that matches the atmosphere within the room perfectly.
Yeosang tilts his head to the right and places a kiss to the base of Jongho’s palm. “My love,” he speaks quietly as he looks back at him, “you’re so deep in thought and I doubt it’s even seven in the morning.”
”I was thinking about you,” Jongho replies honestly, “it’s hard to not get completely lost in thought when you’re what’s on my mind.”
”Ah,” Yeosang smiles, “you are so sweet.”
Jongho hums small and then places another kiss to Yeosang’s forehead.
It’s Yeosang’s turn to ask, “did you sleep well?”
”I did, yes,” Jongho nods, “I had the most wonderful dream.”
”That’s funny, so did I.”
”Oh yeah?”
”Yeah.”
”Would you like to tell me about your dream?”
Yeosang chuckles softly, the sound is like music to Jongho’s ears. “We were married,” he says, “and we had the most perfect, little house to ourselves and- and there was a baby.”
”A baby?”
”Two babies,” Yeosang clarifies, “twins.”
Jongho finds this endearing. “Twins?”
”Our baby twins,” the blonde nods, “we adopted the two of them, obviously. They never had clear names, but one was a girl and the other a boy. They were perfect- it was perfect.”
Suddenly there’s a sadness in the air, a silent sense of longing. Jongho takes his hand from Yeosang’s cheek just for a mere moment so that he can move falling hair from over his lover’s eyes.
”You say it was a wonderful dream,” Jongho begins carefully, “but talking about it has seemingly made you sad?”
Yeosang shrugs small. “I just- part of me wants it to be real, that’s all.”
Jongho’s heart melts, but the insecure glint steadily forming within Yeosang’s eyes hurt the organ too. Yeosang looks downward, breaking their gazes. His eyes water a little.
”It’ll be real someday,” Jongho promises, “I’m sure of it.”
Yeosang sniffles softly and shakes his head.
”It’ll be hard,” the younger acknowledges, “but we’ll get through it together, yeah? Just you and me, just like how we always do.”
Yeosang shuffles impossibly closer.
”When the time is right, my angel, I’ll buy you a ring as beautiful as you are. I’ll take you somewhere we can get married, and we’ll buy a home together and raise a family of our own.”
Yeosang allows for Jongho to place their foreheads together, the tips of their noses connecting too. Their eyes fall closed.
”That’s so long as you, five or six years in the future, do still want me by that point.”
Yeosang whispers, “all I’ve ever wanted is you.”
Jongho feels a little cold when Yeosang pulls his head backward, but he keeps his eyes closed and breathes evenly when a kiss is soon placed to the tip of his nose. Another kiss is placed slightly higher, and then slightly higher again, and then higher once more.
Yeosang kisses the spot between his two eyebrows, and then his forehead twice. He whispers against his skin, “I would marry you tomorrow if I could.”
Jongho’s heart could burst. The amount of love and adoration he has for the man with him is greater than every skyscraper in the world stacked on top of each other… twice.
Yeosang reconnects their foreheads and Jongho’s hand falls to the blonde’s neck, his fingertips resting across his jawline.
”What were you dreaming about?”
”The day we first met,” Jongho says, “and just how quickly I fell in love with you.”
Yeosang smiles. ”My heart knew you were the one as soon as you entered the room, my love. It has never, and will never, want anyone else.”
Jongho feels Yeosang’s right hand moving away from his back. The older drags his fingers along the front of Jongho’s naked body, and he brings his hand up to cradle the left side of the younger’s face.
”You’re so very beautiful, my Jongho,” Yeosang says, “every single day I fall more and more in love with you.”
Jongho’s neck heats up, the skin of his arm probably burning Yeosang’s arm. “Oh, my angel Yeosang,” he pulls his head back and finally opens his eyes again, “I feel the exact same way.”
Yeosang opens his eyes too, feeling a gaze on him.
”But I do have one tiny thought-”
”Oh yeah?”
”Yeah, I- I mean I’ve always pictured the two of us having three children.”
Yeosang smiles, “three?”
”Yeah,” Jongho nods, “only if that’s what you’d like too, of course.”
Yeosang hums happily, ”I like the sound of three.”
Jongho’s gaze flutters down to his boyfriend’s lips, and his eyes linger there for a few seconds before he looks back up again.
”You can kiss me if you’d like to.”
The permission is all he needs. Jongho leans in and captures his boyfriend’s mouth in his own, Yeosang’s right hand wanders to the back of Jongho’s head, the fingertips threading into the locks of dark hair settled there.
Their kiss is slow, and gentle, and it’s careful. Their bodies melt further into each other’s touch so easily, their two souls entwining impossibly tighter.
Jongho’s left hand travels down to the bottom centre of Yeosang’s back, the blonde releasing a soft whine into his boyfriend’s mouth when he is pulled closer and their naked lower halves collide.
The sound is so addicting, like a song Jongho could never get tired of hearing. His lips leave Yeosang’s and he nips carefully at the small part of jawline he’s easily able to reach.
”You know,” Yeosang says somewhat breathlessly, already feeling his body becoming interested in the careful touches of Jongho, “Hongjoong-hyung and Wooyoung won’t be home until later.”
They’re Jongho’s housemates after all, his question is perfectly valid, “how can you be so sure?”
”The hyung’s are together, Wooyoungie is with San,” Yeosang guides Jongho’s head and lips away from his jawline so they can look into each other’s eyes, “we have the majority of the day to ourselves.”
”How do you propose we spend it?”
The older of the two men gasps softly when he feels Jongho’s left hand sliding downward. He’s still open from last nights activities, still ready to happily take whatever his boyfriend is willing to give him.
”Your sheets are already dirty,” Yeosang says, “we might as well dirty them some more.”
Jongho’s eyes darken at the thought, his lips slotting against Yeosang’s once again. Yeosang returns the action before Jongho detaches their lips and begins slowly kissing up the right cheekbone of his lover’s face, propping himself up on to his right elbow in order to easily do so.
Their lower bodies are meeting in a slow grind when Jongho reaches Yeosang’s right ear, the following few words spoken making the blonde’s entire body catch fire:
”Turn to lie on your back,” Jongho whispers to him, and Yeosang just about dies, “and spread your legs for me, angel.”
Yeosang complies immediately.