velvet

▸ 18+ mdni. | warnings. size kink, implied loss of virginity (depends how you see it), kun's disgustingly in love <3 this was requested, so that's why i'm writing cute stuff.

at the start of your relationship, kun was careful. a small sensitive thing like you couldn't get injured, and surely not by him—not yet, at least. he was patient, telling himself that it was worth it to wait, to not rush things. he knew you couldn't handle someone like him, and even less take him, but with a little bit of training, you would eventually be able to.

he thinks you look the prettiest underneath him, wide eyes looking up at him, fully trusting him. it's endearing, really, how you let him take care of you, not even asking him questions. nothing matters, you just want kun.

ᯓ★ magic is kun's specialty

from the start, he’d been trying to win you over—helping you study for your final exams, taking you out under the excuse that you needed to relax because you were way too stressed, inviting you over for dinner because he’d learned how to make your favorite dish… even writing songs for you!

wow, a total gentleman. it wasn’t hard to fall for him, he really was the sweetest, a genuinely kind soul, always so sincere in how he felt about you. he never said directly that he liked you, but he always made it very clear that this wasn’t just friendship. and since you never exactly stopped his advances, he kept doing his best.

and one of the things he had the most experience with? magic tricks. and even though he always claimed it was no big deal, he was seriously good at it. you had no idea how he knew how to do so many completely unrelated things, or how he managed to be good at all of them. so his little magic show, after the homemade dinner he cooked for you, was one of those talents he decided to pull out just to entertain you.

that’s why you were still trying to figure out how exactly you ended up in bed with him. you weren’t quite sure when things took that turn. maybe it was after you jokingly complained about how he wouldn’t teach you his tricks or reveal his secrets, whining about how unfair it was of him to keep them from you, while he just looked at you with that lovesick smile.

yeah… yeah, maybe it was then. when he tucked a loose strand of your hair behind your ear and told you how beautiful you looked that night, and how very happy he was to be spending his days with you. all of it said with that adorable little smile, dimples on full display. and then… well, you kind of had to kiss him. there was no way you were walking out of there without a kiss from that man.

and, before you even realized it, you were both completely naked in his bed, his soft lips pressing against your skin in an absurdly tender way, like you were the most deserving being of love and care. and within seconds, his special trick was right there, making you realize he really was good at magic, because he made his dick appear and disappear inside you in the most impressive, delicious way possible.

wonwoo lays on the bed, with your head resting on his chest. the little streaks of moonlight that peek through the bedroom window lights the room enough to keep his packed suitcases barely visible, standing at one corner of the room, holding heavy with his clothes and emotions. but the two of you have an unspoken decision to not acknowledge it at the moment.

the bedside clock ticks away time in sync with the rhythm at which your head moves up and down with his breaths. but neither of you are asleep, nor do you decide to break this silence.

but then he hears your sniffs before he feels the cold wetness of your tears soaking into his t-shirt. wonwoo's quick to hold you to look at your face, but you don't allow it and only snuggle deeper into his chest to hide your face from him. wonwoo has to physically resist the urge to search for your face, because he knows what this is about, and he knows it's best to give you the time and space to process these emotions while he's still with you.

because tomorrow, he wouldn't be there to help you with it.

so he decides to pat your back in an attempt to soothe you.

because tomorrow, you'd have no one around as you cry yourself to sleep.

after a while, just as he'd expected, you bring your face back into his vision and snuggle into his side as before. this time, you draw random shapes into his chest to distract you from the tears collecting.

"if you could wish for one thing right now," you ask him in voice so soft, the room stays undisturbed, "what would it be?"

the soft rumble of his chest as he hums to think of an answer calms you for the being.

"i'd wish for one more day. so that tomorrow you'd ask me this again, and i get to reply the same again. and then again. and again."

you swallow the lump in your throat as you think about his answer.

"what would you wish for?" he asks.

"i'd wish for the time to stop. for the seconds to still and for the hours to remain unchanged. so that i can stay like this with you for a long time."

this was enough to break the mask wonwoo had so carefully placed so as to not upset you more. a single tear rolls down his cheek and places itself on your hair that he was nuzzled in until now. but you can't see him like this. not now, when you're trying so hard to seem okay. to show him you'll be okay.

and even though deep down you both know this isn't forever — he'll come right back to you in 2 years — your hearts still pain at the thought of having to go back to living without the other by your side.