skye ⭑

the kitchen was quiet, bathed in that warm, sleepy glow of a late sunday afternoon where the hours just sort of bled into each other. you were sitting sideways in one of the dining chairs, your legs hooked over the armrest, completely lost in whatever you were scrolling through on your phone—some fanfiction about keonho and tan lines by one of your favourite tumblr author @cosmiho. 

the only sound was the rhythmic, gentle scrape of a knife against a cutting board across the room. after a few moments, the sound stopped. then came the familiar, soft scuff of socks against the hardwood floor.

before you could even look up, a heavy, comforting weight settled right against your side. keonho didn’t take his own chair; instead, he leaned over the back of yours, his broad chest pressing into your shoulder. he brought the faint, clean scent of his laundry detergent and something sweet with him, instantly making the space feel warmer. he didn’t say anything at first, just rested his chin heavily on your shoulder, watching your phone screen with lazy interest.

you tilted your head, your cheek brushing against his messy dark hair. “what are you doing, keon?”

“waiting for you to look at me, baby,” he murmured against your neck, his voice a low, rumbling vibration that sent a tiny shiver down your spine. he shifted slightly, pulling back just enough so you were forced to turn your head and face him.

in his hand, he held a small, perfectly cut piece of strawberry, glistening with a bit of sugar. he was looking at you with that soft, intensely focused expression he only ever saved for you, a tiny, fond smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

“open your mouth, come on,” he said softly, nudging the strawberry a little closer to your face. “i picked the sweetest one for you.”

you let out a soft huff, a helpless smile breaking across your face. “i can feed myself, you know.”

“where’s the romance in that?” he teased, his dark eyes crinkling beautifully at the corners. he moved the fruit a millimeter closer, his thumb lightly brushing against your lower lip to coax you. “come on. say aah.” 

amused by how stubborn he was being, you gave in. you let your phone drop onto your lap, leaning forward slightly, and parted your lips to take the bite.

but the exact millisecond your eyes fluttered shut, keonho’s hand abruptly dropped.

the strawberry was completely forgotten, abandoned on the plate below. in a split second, his hand moved to cup your jaw, his warm thumb catching the corner of your mouth. he tilted your face up, leaning over the chair completely, and swooped in to steal your breath away.

his lips caught yours with a soft, confident pressure. it wasn’t a rushed kiss; it was slow, deep, and thoroughly affectionate, full of the easy, established comfort of a relationship where you already knew each other’s rhythms by heart. you could feel him smiling against your mouth, a quiet laugh vibrating through him as your hands instinctively flew up to grab the front of his shirt, pulling him closer out of pure surprise. he tasted faintly of fruit, and his lips were incredibly soft as he lingered, deepening the kiss just enough to make your head spin before gently pulling back.

when he finally detached his lips from yours, he didn’t go far at all. he rested his forehead against yours, his breath warm against your skin. his thumb was still gently stroking your cheek, and the look in his eyes was so incredibly soft it made your chest ache.

“sweeter than strawberries, right?” he whispered, his voice entirely devoid of its usual teasing edge, replaced by pure, unadulterated fondness.

you blinked up at him, your cheeks burning a bright, dusty pink, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs. you swatted weakly at his chest. “you are literally the worst, keon. that’s cheating.”

he just chuckled, a bright, boyish sound that echoed in the quiet kitchen. he ducked down again, pressing a sweet, lingering kiss to your burning cheek, then another one to the tip of your nose, completely unbothered by your complaints.

“it’s not cheating if it works,” he hummed, finally picking up the forgotten strawberry and popping it into his own mouth.

he managed to squeeze himself into the small chair right next to you, his arm slung over your shoulders, pulling you firmly against his side like it was the only place you were supposed to be. he took your hand in his, playing with your fingers, tracing the lines of your palm with his thumb, completely content.

“you’re still staring,” you murmured, looking up from his hands to find his eyes fixed entirely on your face.

keonho didn’t even blink. a soft, breathless smile tugged at his lips. “can’t help it. you look really pretty right now. especially with your hair all messy like that.”

“it’s messy because a certain someone kept pulling me closer,” you huffed, though you couldn’t stop the warmth blooming in your chest.

“yeah? well, that someone has excellent taste,” he teased, his voice dropping to a low, affectionate hum. he leaned down, resting his cheek against the top of your head for a second before shifting so his face was level with yours again. his thumb softly brushes over your cheekbone. “seriously, though. i was thinking about it while i was cutting the fruit earlier.”

“thinking about what?”

“just... how lucky i am,” he said simply. the teasing edge completely faded from his voice, replaced by that quiet, intense sincerity that always caught you off guard. he looked at you like you were the only person in the entire world. “i was just looking at you sitting there, and i realized i don’t ever want to be anywhere else. just here. with you, baby. doing absolutely nothing.”

your heart did a familiar, violent flip in your chest. “keon… i was literally reading x reader fanfictions about you…”

“you’re giving me more reasons to love you,” he whispered, slightly laughing, leaning in a little closer until your noses brushed. his eyes dipped to your lips for a fraction of a second before locking back onto yours. “seriously though… you have this way of making everything feel okay—even a boring sunday. i think i’m just completely ruined for anyone else.”

you let out a soft, helpless laugh, burying your face in his chest for a second to hide your massive smile. you could hear the steady, rapid thumping of his heartbeat beneath his shirt—proving that he wasn’t nearly as cool and collected as he pretends to be.

“you’re smooth,” you mumbled against his shirt.

his chest rumbled with a quiet laugh, his arms tightening around your waist to pull you even closer, burying his face in your neck. “not smooth. just incredibly, ridiculously in love with you. get used to it.” he shifted slightly, shaking with that low, warm laugh as he listened to you mumble against his shirt. before you could even raise your head to tease him back, he was moving again. “let me show you smooth,” he murmured, his tone dropping into that playful, completely smitten cadence.

he started with your jawline, pressing a row of tiny, feather-light kisses right along the edge of it. the sudden warmth of his lips against your skin made you giggle, a tiny, involuntary bubble of laughter escaping your throat.

“stop, it tickles,” you complained, though your hands were already moving up to bunch into the soft fabric of his hoodie, holding him close instead of pushing him away.

he didn’t listen at all. if anything, your reaction only encouraged him. he moved up to your cheek, leaving three quick, loud kisses there that made you wrinkle your nose and giggle properly, the sound bright and clear in the quiet kitchen.

“can’t stop… you’re just so kissable,” he hummed against your skin, his lips moving against your cheek as he spoke. “i have too much love to give. it’s a serious problem,” he nodded while talking.  he peppered you with kisses—your temples, your eyebrow, and then moved down to the corner of your eye, his eyelashes brushing against your skin like butterfly wings. you were laughing openly now, your shoulders shaking, your entire body warm and relaxed against his. you tried to duck your head away, burying your face toward his shoulder to hide, but he just followed you down, his hand sliding up to the back of your head to gently guide you back up.

“look at me,” he whispered, a massive, dimpled grin stretching across his face when you finally peeked up at him through your lashes.

he pressed one last, lingering kiss to the center of your forehead, then another right on the tip of your nose, and you couldn’t help it anymore. the sheer, dizzying affection pooling in your chest just overflowed.

you leaned up slightly, catching him by surprise as you pressed a soft, sweet kiss right to his cheek. then another one to the corner of his mouth.

his breath hitched, his eyes widening just a fraction before melting entirely. the triumphant, teasing smirk he usually wore completely vanished, replaced by a look of pure, helpless adoration.

“two can play at that game, baby,” you whispered against his lips, smiling when you felt his arms tighten around your waist like a vice, pulling you so close there was absolutely no space left between you.

“yeah?” he murmured, his voice dropping an octave, completely breathless as he leaned his forehead against yours. “prove it.”

and you did, leaning in to kiss him properly this time, your lips slotting together perfectly while the forgotten plate of fruit sat on the counter, completely abandoned for the rest of the afternoon.

the kiss stretched out, long and entirely unhurried, until you were both breathless and smiling so hard against each other’s lips that it became impossible to keep going. keonho let out a soft, contented sigh, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his arms still wrapped securely around your waist like a human blanket. you could feel the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest, stabilising after the flurry of kisses.

“we are never leaving this chair,” he mumbled against your skin, his warm breath sending a pleasant shiver down your arms. “the rest of the world is cancelled today.”

“keon, my legs are going to fall asleep,” you laughed, though you didn’t make a single move to untangle yourself from him. instead, your fingers found their way into the soft strands of hair at the back of his neck, gently playing with the stray locks.

“then they fall asleep. a worthy sacrifice, if i say so myself,” he retorted, his voice muffled by your shoulder. he shifted slightly, managing to wiggle even deeper into the small space of the dining chair until you were practically sitting in his lap. he reached down and pulled your legs over his own, rubbing his hands up and down your calves to keep them warm. “there. solved. they’ll wake up soon.”

you shook your head at his ridiculousness, resting your cheek against the top of his head. the kitchen was growing slightly darker as the sun began its slow descent, throwing long, amber shadows across the hardwood floor. the absolute stillness of the house made the moment feel incredibly private, like you were tucked away in a little pocket universe where nothing bad could ever touch you.

after a few minutes of quiet, he tilted his head up, his dark eyes sparkling with a new, playful idea. “hey.”

“hm?”

“look at me.”

when you looked down at him, he suddenly puffed out his cheeks, widening his eyes in a goofy, exaggerated pout that looked completely ridiculous on his handsome face. you tried to keep a straight face, you really did, but a loud snort escaped you, followed by a wave of genuine giggles.

“what are you doing?” you laughed, poking one of his puffed-out cheeks until the air deflated with a soft popping sound.

“i was testing a theory,” he said confidently, his face instantly melting into a bright, dimpled grin that reached his eyes. “and my theory was correct. you look even prettier when you laugh.”

“you are such a sap today,” you murmured, your heart doing that familiar, melt-into-a-puddle thing. you reached out, using your thumbs to gently trace the shape of his eyebrows, then the bridge of his nose, and finally the soft curve of his lips. he stayed completely still for you, closing his eyes and leaning into your touch with absolute docility, letting you map out his face as if you hadn’t seen it a thousand times before.

when he opened his eyes again, the playfulness was gone, replaced by that deep, heavy warmth that always made you feel completely safe. he caught your hand, kissing the center of your palm, then each of your knuckles one by one.

“i can be a sap for the rest of our lives,” he whispered, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand. “i think i’d be really good at it.”

you smiled, leaning down to press a gentle, unhurried kiss to his forehead. “yeah, you’re already a professional at the ripe age of seventeen.”

he chuckled, a low, rumbling sound against your chest. he pulled you back down against him, resting his chin on your head as the two of you resumed your quiet watch over the empty kitchen. your fingers stayed intertwined, moving lazily together in the fading sunday light, completely content to let the rest of the evening slip away unnoticed.

© hyuneskkami ❦

the kitchen was quiet, bathed in that warm, sleepy glow of a late sunday afternoon where the hours just sort of bled into each other. you were sitting sideways in one of the dining chairs, your legs hooked over the armrest, completely lost in whatever you were scrolling through on your phone—some fanfiction about keonho and tan lines by one of your favourite tumblr author @cosmiho. 

the only sound was the rhythmic, gentle scrape of a knife against a cutting board across the room. after a few moments, the sound stopped. then came the familiar, soft scuff of socks against the hardwood floor.

before you could even look up, a heavy, comforting weight settled right against your side. keonho didn’t take his own chair; instead, he leaned over the back of yours, his broad chest pressing into your shoulder. he brought the faint, clean scent of his laundry detergent and something sweet with him, instantly making the space feel warmer. he didn’t say anything at first, just rested his chin heavily on your shoulder, watching your phone screen with lazy interest.

you tilted your head, your cheek brushing against his messy dark hair. “what are you doing, keon?”

“waiting for you to look at me, baby,” he murmured against your neck, his voice a low, rumbling vibration that sent a tiny shiver down your spine. he shifted slightly, pulling back just enough so you were forced to turn your head and face him.

in his hand, he held a small, perfectly cut piece of strawberry, glistening with a bit of sugar. he was looking at you with that soft, intensely focused expression he only ever saved for you, a tiny, fond smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

“open your mouth, come on,” he said softly, nudging the strawberry a little closer to your face. “i picked the sweetest one for you.”

you let out a soft huff, a helpless smile breaking across your face. “i can feed myself, you know.”

“where’s the romance in that?” he teased, his dark eyes crinkling beautifully at the corners. he moved the fruit a millimeter closer, his thumb lightly brushing against your lower lip to coax you. “come on. say aah.” 

amused by how stubborn he was being, you gave in. you let your phone drop onto your lap, leaning forward slightly, and parted your lips to take the bite.

but the exact millisecond your eyes fluttered shut, keonho’s hand abruptly dropped.

the strawberry was completely forgotten, abandoned on the plate below. in a split second, his hand moved to cup your jaw, his warm thumb catching the corner of your mouth. he tilted your face up, leaning over the chair completely, and swooped in to steal your breath away.

his lips caught yours with a soft, confident pressure. it wasn’t a rushed kiss; it was slow, deep, and thoroughly affectionate, full of the easy, established comfort of a relationship where you already knew each other’s rhythms by heart. you could feel him smiling against your mouth, a quiet laugh vibrating through him as your hands instinctively flew up to grab the front of his shirt, pulling him closer out of pure surprise. he tasted faintly of fruit, and his lips were incredibly soft as he lingered, deepening the kiss just enough to make your head spin before gently pulling back.

when he finally detached his lips from yours, he didn’t go far at all. he rested his forehead against yours, his breath warm against your skin. his thumb was still gently stroking your cheek, and the look in his eyes was so incredibly soft it made your chest ache.

“sweeter than strawberries, right?” he whispered, his voice entirely devoid of its usual teasing edge, replaced by pure, unadulterated fondness.

you blinked up at him, your cheeks burning a bright, dusty pink, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs. you swatted weakly at his chest. “you are literally the worst, keon. that’s cheating.”

he just chuckled, a bright, boyish sound that echoed in the quiet kitchen. he ducked down again, pressing a sweet, lingering kiss to your burning cheek, then another one to the tip of your nose, completely unbothered by your complaints.

“it’s not cheating if it works,” he hummed, finally picking up the forgotten strawberry and popping it into his own mouth.

he managed to squeeze himself into the small chair right next to you, his arm slung over your shoulders, pulling you firmly against his side like it was the only place you were supposed to be. he took your hand in his, playing with your fingers, tracing the lines of your palm with his thumb, completely content.

“you’re still staring,” you murmured, looking up from his hands to find his eyes fixed entirely on your face.

keonho didn’t even blink. a soft, breathless smile tugged at his lips. “can’t help it. you look really pretty right now. especially with your hair all messy like that.”

“it’s messy because a certain someone kept pulling me closer,” you huffed, though you couldn’t stop the warmth blooming in your chest.

“yeah? well, that someone has excellent taste,” he teased, his voice dropping to a low, affectionate hum. he leaned down, resting his cheek against the top of your head for a second before shifting so his face was level with yours again. his thumb softly brushes over your cheekbone. “seriously, though. i was thinking about it while i was cutting the fruit earlier.”

“thinking about what?”

“just... how lucky i am,” he said simply. the teasing edge completely faded from his voice, replaced by that quiet, intense sincerity that always caught you off guard. he looked at you like you were the only person in the entire world. “i was just looking at you sitting there, and i realized i don’t ever want to be anywhere else. just here. with you, baby. doing absolutely nothing.”

your heart did a familiar, violent flip in your chest. “keon… i was literally reading x reader fanfictions about you…”

“you’re giving me more reasons to love you,” he whispered, slightly laughing, leaning in a little closer until your noses brushed. his eyes dipped to your lips for a fraction of a second before locking back onto yours. “seriously though… you have this way of making everything feel okay—even a boring sunday. i think i’m just completely ruined for anyone else.”

you let out a soft, helpless laugh, burying your face in his chest for a second to hide your massive smile. you could hear the steady, rapid thumping of his heartbeat beneath his shirt—proving that he wasn’t nearly as cool and collected as he pretends to be.

“you’re smooth,” you mumbled against his shirt.

his chest rumbled with a quiet laugh, his arms tightening around your waist to pull you even closer, burying his face in your neck. “not smooth. just incredibly, ridiculously in love with you. get used to it.” he shifted slightly, shaking with that low, warm laugh as he listened to you mumble against his shirt. before you could even raise your head to tease him back, he was moving again. “let me show you smooth,” he murmured, his tone dropping into that playful, completely smitten cadence.

he started with your jawline, pressing a row of tiny, feather-light kisses right along the edge of it. the sudden warmth of his lips against your skin made you giggle, a tiny, involuntary bubble of laughter escaping your throat.

“stop, it tickles,” you complained, though your hands were already moving up to bunch into the soft fabric of his hoodie, holding him close instead of pushing him away.

he didn’t listen at all. if anything, your reaction only encouraged him. he moved up to your cheek, leaving three quick, loud kisses there that made you wrinkle your nose and giggle properly, the sound bright and clear in the quiet kitchen.

“can’t stop… you’re just so kissable,” he hummed against your skin, his lips moving against your cheek as he spoke. “i have too much love to give. it’s a serious problem,” he nodded while talking.  he peppered you with kisses—your temples, your eyebrow, and then moved down to the corner of your eye, his eyelashes brushing against your skin like butterfly wings. you were laughing openly now, your shoulders shaking, your entire body warm and relaxed against his. you tried to duck your head away, burying your face toward his shoulder to hide, but he just followed you down, his hand sliding up to the back of your head to gently guide you back up.

“look at me,” he whispered, a massive, dimpled grin stretching across his face when you finally peeked up at him through your lashes.

he pressed one last, lingering kiss to the center of your forehead, then another right on the tip of your nose, and you couldn’t help it anymore. the sheer, dizzying affection pooling in your chest just overflowed.

you leaned up slightly, catching him by surprise as you pressed a soft, sweet kiss right to his cheek. then another one to the corner of his mouth.

his breath hitched, his eyes widening just a fraction before melting entirely. the triumphant, teasing smirk he usually wore completely vanished, replaced by a look of pure, helpless adoration.

“two can play at that game, baby,” you whispered against his lips, smiling when you felt his arms tighten around your waist like a vice, pulling you so close there was absolutely no space left between you.

“yeah?” he murmured, his voice dropping an octave, completely breathless as he leaned his forehead against yours. “prove it.”

and you did, leaning in to kiss him properly this time, your lips slotting together perfectly while the forgotten plate of fruit sat on the counter, completely abandoned for the rest of the afternoon.

the kiss stretched out, long and entirely unhurried, until you were both breathless and smiling so hard against each other’s lips that it became impossible to keep going. keonho let out a soft, contented sigh, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his arms still wrapped securely around your waist like a human blanket. you could feel the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest, stabilising after the flurry of kisses.

“we are never leaving this chair,” he mumbled against your skin, his warm breath sending a pleasant shiver down your arms. “the rest of the world is cancelled today.”

“keon, my legs are going to fall asleep,” you laughed, though you didn’t make a single move to untangle yourself from him. instead, your fingers found their way into the soft strands of hair at the back of his neck, gently playing with the stray locks.

“then they fall asleep. a worthy sacrifice, if i say so myself,” he retorted, his voice muffled by your shoulder. he shifted slightly, managing to wiggle even deeper into the small space of the dining chair until you were practically sitting in his lap. he reached down and pulled your legs over his own, rubbing his hands up and down your calves to keep them warm. “there. solved. they’ll wake up soon.”

you shook your head at his ridiculousness, resting your cheek against the top of his head. the kitchen was growing slightly darker as the sun began its slow descent, throwing long, amber shadows across the hardwood floor. the absolute stillness of the house made the moment feel incredibly private, like you were tucked away in a little pocket universe where nothing bad could ever touch you.

after a few minutes of quiet, he tilted his head up, his dark eyes sparkling with a new, playful idea. “hey.”

“hm?”

“look at me.”

when you looked down at him, he suddenly puffed out his cheeks, widening his eyes in a goofy, exaggerated pout that looked completely ridiculous on his handsome face. you tried to keep a straight face, you really did, but a loud snort escaped you, followed by a wave of genuine giggles.

“what are you doing?” you laughed, poking one of his puffed-out cheeks until the air deflated with a soft popping sound.

“i was testing a theory,” he said confidently, his face instantly melting into a bright, dimpled grin that reached his eyes. “and my theory was correct. you look even prettier when you laugh.”

“you are such a sap today,” you murmured, your heart doing that familiar, melt-into-a-puddle thing. you reached out, using your thumbs to gently trace the shape of his eyebrows, then the bridge of his nose, and finally the soft curve of his lips. he stayed completely still for you, closing his eyes and leaning into your touch with absolute docility, letting you map out his face as if you hadn’t seen it a thousand times before.

when he opened his eyes again, the playfulness was gone, replaced by that deep, heavy warmth that always made you feel completely safe. he caught your hand, kissing the center of your palm, then each of your knuckles one by one.

“i can be a sap for the rest of our lives,” he whispered, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand. “i think i’d be really good at it.”

you smiled, leaning down to press a gentle, unhurried kiss to his forehead. “yeah, you’re already a professional at the ripe age of seventeen.”

he chuckled, a low, rumbling sound against your chest. he pulled you back down against him, resting his chin on your head as the two of you resumed your quiet watch over the empty kitchen. your fingers stayed intertwined, moving lazily together in the fading sunday light, completely content to let the rest of the evening slip away unnoticed.

© hyuneskkami ❦