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The sunlight filters through the half open blinds, lighting the otherwise dark room in a soft, warm glow. The only other sound aside from their synchronized breathing was the chirps of birds outside, along with the soft, faint sounds of droplets of water hitting concrete. Despite the sun being out it’s drizzling outside.
It’s almost spring–in just a month–, Su-bong’s favorite season, and Nam-gyu’s second favorite. Su-bong is always more lively during spring. He’s always active and energetic during all seasons, but spring was different. The energy Su-bong had was more soft, more real. It’s hard to explain, but it made Su-bong look more youthful. He’d never admit it out loud, but that’s the reason it became Nam-gyu’s second favorite season. And although it’s still winter, Su-bong these past few days already seems more lively.
Su-bong, who’s currently tucked into Nam-gyu’s side, face buried into his neck and arms tightly wrapped around Nam-gyu’s waist despite still being sound asleep, snoring into his neck. His snores sound like a motorcycle that refuses to start. Nam-gyu still wonders how he manages to fall asleep with those loud ass sounds in his ear, but he prefers to not complain and just be grateful that they’re not a disturbance.
Nam-gyu’s been awake for a couple of minutes now, still lying on his back–refusing to move and potentially interrupting his boyfriend’s beauty sleep. His cheek rests atop of Su-bong’s head as he rakes his fingers through violet strands, watching Su-bong’s relaxed expression as he sleeps. It’s nice to see his face devoid of any emotion. He’s always so expressive, always carrying whatever emotion he’s feeling with his entire body. These weird little moments of full peacefulness makes a stupid maternal instinct kick in Nam-gyu’s chest.
Thanks to Su-bong’s amazing boyfriend, what once was fried hair is now almost silk. Did he force Su-bong to get a buzz cut and banned him from touching any hair dye until his hair grew? Yup. But look at it now! It’s healthier, shiner, and softer. The hair products Nam-gyu bought him were doing an amazing job. Were they spending half of their rent money just so each one could have their own haircare products? Also yup…but, hey! People are jealous of their gorgeous hair so that’s what matters.
“Nrghh,” Su-bong grunts quietly, bringing Nam-gyu’s attention from his hair back to his face–now slightly scrunched up as he stirs back into consciousness.
He waits a couple of seconds, giving Su-bong the time to wake up fully. “Morning hyung,” he murmurs quietly once the other blinks awake.
Immediately, Su-bong’s lips take the form of a pleased smile. “Morning beautiful,” he murmurs back, pressing a sloppy kiss to Nam-gyu’s neck–who giggles under his breath in response.
“How’d you sleep, handsome?”
Su-bong hums, taking a moment to stretch himself against Nam-gyu. Nam-gyu ignores the hardness that presses against his thigh. Just morning wood–it’ll go away; and if it doesn’t, then they can take care of it later.
“With such a pretty boy next to me? Fucking amazing, bro,” he tightens his grip on Nam-gyu, crushing him against his chest as he nuzzles back into his neck.
Nam-gyu groans in annoyance, but the way he tightens his grip on his lover and plants a kiss on the top of his head says otherwise. “You’re so corny,” he protests half-heartedly.
Su-bong nips at his neck in retaliation, “what? Can’t I appreciate my boyfriend now?”
It’s been over a year and a half since they started dating, but the title of boyfriend still makes him giddy and flustered, his heart giving a flip inside his ribcage. He giggles. Boyfriend. He’s Su-bong’s boyfriend. Su-bong is his boyfriend. They’re dating. It’s surreal.
The hand that has been resting on Su-bong’s naked back this whole time moves up to his chin to tilt it up. There’s zero resistance–Su-bong even follows the movement, leaning into the touch as they lock gazes.
“You’re not going to ask me how I slept?” He questions with a light teasing tone, hand moving from his chin to his cheek to cup it.
Su-bong shakes his head, tickling Nam-gyu’s neck with his nose in the process. “I don’t need to. I already know you slept incredibly well in the arms of a hot dude,” he boasts, puffing his chest up.
So, so full of himself. He wishes he hated that trait, but it’s impossible to hate anything about his boyfriend. And admittedly, the cockyness is really fucking hot.
Nam-gyu raises an eyebrow and looks around their room. That also still makes him giddy, even though they’ve been living together for half a year. Their room. “A hot dude? Where?” He asks with faux confusion.
“Hey!” Su-bong protests, eyes wide and eyebrows furrowed. “You little shit–”
Nam-gyu jumps and squeals as Su-bong pinches his waist. “You– motherfucker!” He scolds, swatting the other’s shoulder. “Bad dog,” he tuts.
“Fuck you,” Su-bong retorts, lower lip jutting out. Which Nam-gyu thinks is very cute, but–
“Su-bong…” Nam-gyu murmurs with a pointed look, and the other’s expression shifts from slightly annoyed to apologetic in less than a second.
Without need for another word, Su-bong gently caresses the spot he had previously pinched and plants a kiss on his naked shoulder, looking up at Nam-gyu with this stupid kicked puppy expression that makes his heart melt.
Nam-gyu sighs in defeat. “I’m sorry for insulting you,” they both say at the same time, and stare at each other wide-eyed before bursting into a fit of giggles.
Silence falls between once the giggles die down, and they continue to stare into each other’s eyes with a softer, loving gaze now.
A year and a half, and Nam-gyu’s still processing the fact that he’s dating the guy he spent years crushing on. Nam-gyu rubs his thumb against the soft, warm skin of Su-bong’s cheek. He’s real. Alive and breathing right next to him. Nam-gyu isn’t in any way religious, but he thanks every single god that exists for letting him have this. For letting him have Su-bong.
“You’re the hottest dude I’ve ever seen, Su-bong,” he reassures in a soft tone, petting a hand through purple hair.
“That’s right,” he mutters as he leans into Nam-gyu’s hand, puffing his chest up again with a cocky smirk.
Nam-gyu’s the first to lean in, and Su-bong meets him halfway, lips connecting lazily. Su-bong’s breath fucking stinks, but he’s sure his does too, so instead of complaining he shifts his hand to his jaw, urging him to open his mouth so Nam-gyu can lick into it.
Access is granted immediately and it seems like Su-bong is eager, if the way he sucks Nam-gyu’s tongue is anything to go by.
A soft laugh escapes Nam-gyu’s mouth. “I’m not going anywhere,” he murmurs against Su-bong’s lips. All he receives in response is a hum that sounds close to a whine, but then Su-bong stops kissing all of a sudden, and before Nam-gyu can ask what’s wrong he pulls away with wide eyes.
“I almost forgot! Happy Valentines, baby,” Su-bong blurts out with a wide grin, and once more he gives Nam-gyu zero time to react as he crashes their lips together.
Wait. It’s Valentine’s day today? It’s the 14th already? Didn’t February start just like, two days ago or something?
“Hmm,” the feeling of Su-bong’s tongue licking the roof of his mouth distracts him out of his thoughts, and moreover the way he hovers over Nam-gyu, placing his hands on the pillow on each side of his head to cage him in. “Happy Valentines hyung,” he sighs, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend’s neck.
The wet sounds of lips smacking fills the room, kisses growing shorter but not any less passionate. Against his wishes, Su-bong pulls back, a thin string of spit following before it breaks.
“Where do you wanna go, my boy?” Su-bong asks, tilting his head to the side as he looks down at Nam-gyu. “I should take you to a fancy ass restaurant,” Su-bong nods to himself, seemingly deciding that that’s what they’re going to do without the need of Nam-gyu’s approval.
A restaurant sounds fun…but he’d be lying if he said he wants to go. Actually, he’d be lying if he said he wanted to go anywhere at all. His legs and back still hurt like a bitch from his shift last night.
He whines quietly, throwing his head back against the pillow. Of course, his boyfriend immediately takes advantage of his exposed neck to kiss at it. “Can’t we stay at home?” He pouts.
Su-bong gives nothing but a distant hum in response. Shit. He fucked up didn’t he? Su-bong was probably so excited to go out somewhere to celebrate and he just fucked it all up by asking if they could stay home. He’s such a fucking idiot.
“Su-bong,” he blurts out, pulling on Su-bong’s hair to pull him back–he resists a bit, planting a final kiss on his Adam’s apple before pulling back. “Nevermind that. We can go to a restaurant if you want.”
Su-bong’s brows furrow in confusion. “Don’t you wanna stay home?” He asks, tilting his head to the side.
Yes. But– “don’t you wanna go out?” He returns the question.
Su-bong chuckles, hot air blowing into Nam-gyu’s face. “Nam-gyu…I don’t care about what we do today. As long as I get to spend Valentines with my Nam-su then I don’t care,” he says, nudging Nam-gyu’s jaw with his nose.
Nam-gyu wants to protest, but the way Su-bong is looking at him so lovingly, and he sounds so sincere…it makes him crack a smile despite his best efforts.
“Okay,” he murmurs.
“Okay,” Su-bong repeats.
“You’re not mad?” Nam-gyu asks carefully, a tiny voice in his head still telling him that he fucked up.
“I’m not mad,” Su-bong reassures, and the way he says it with so much honesty is enough to shut up that tiny voice.
“I love you, Su-bong.”
“I love you even more, Nam-gyu.”
Su-bong’s first to lean in, and Nam-gyu meets him halfway, lips connecting lazily. Su-bong kisses slowly, like he knows he has all the time in the world to kiss him. And he does. He really does.
Ah, Nam-gyu hates getting emotional. In an attempt to shift the air into something more playful, he murmurs with a giggle against lips, “good boy.”
“Just for you,” Su-bong replies with a nip to his bottom lip, and Nam-gyu feels his heart flutter.
His good boy. No one else’s. Just Nam-gyu’s.