#*dongheon

Streetlamps below reflected the rain, allowing you to watch it as it poured down in sheets. Your knees were huddled up to your chest, long sleeves of Dongheon’s hoodie covering your hands as your arms wrapped across your legs in the large wicker chair. Dongheon smiled, and slid the glass door just as silently closed as he had opened it. He smiled at you, even if you couldn’t see it, and almost startled the life out of you when he reached forward to comb your hair back and away from your forehead, just so he could lean down over you just enough to press a soft kiss against your head.

His warm lips on your skin soothed you back to serenity as you settled back into your chair. He moved around you to sit in the chair that resided next to yours.

“You’re up late,” he told you.

You hummed in response. You usually were up if it was thundering and it wasn’t too late. Of course, he knew. You assumed this was the first place he looked after stirring about the bedroom. You reached out, after looking over him, with your sweater covered hand. He looked at the pout on your face and hummed contentedly as he reached for your hand, slithering his hand inside the opening of his hoodie sleeve to find yours, warm to the touch in the soft confines of his clothes.  Your pout faded, especially as he managed to finesse your hand out of the sleeve and drag it over to him far enough that he could kiss the back of it.  

Dongheon didn’t mind the silence as the two of you sat on the balcony and watched the rain, watched the lightening flicker in the distance and listen to the thunder roll overhead. It was peaceful, the way the rain pattered on the street below, the sounds of the bustling city in the distance sounded too serene. His fingers gently played with yours, his attention mostly on that, and then on you, with little attention directed at the rain. He adored the sweet and soft smile on your face so much that it brought a small smile to his. The rain lasted a bit, and his light cardigan almost wasn’t enough to keep him sufficiently warm. So, he sat out there with you for a little bit longer before he stood.

“Come back in soon,” he suggested and leaned down, tilting your head up with a soft touch under your chin so he could place a soft kiss against your mouth. In that short amount of time, your hand that was previously holding his had knotted in the front of his cardigan, pulling it away to let the cold air rush down his front and he shivered a bit.  

You pulled away just as you brushed the tip of your tongue against his bottom lip, earning a disgruntled noise that if you didn’t hear, you could see in his eyes when he pulled away far enough to look at you. Your hand pushed up his chest, wrapping around his neck and carding through his hair to bring his mouth back down to yours. That contented sigh you were so used to returned when your warm tongue pushed against his, kissing him deep. One of his hands gripped the arm of the wicker chair, the other cupping your chin like he could never get enough of you and in his eyes he couldn’t.

“You’re going to get in trouble,” he warned with a deep purr when you pulled away long enough to get a breather. You smiled against his lips, kissing him chastely.

“Maybe I want to be in trouble,” you whispered back, trailing your fingertips down the nape of his neck as he stifled another shiver.

His mouth didn’t wait to slant back against yours, hands itching for your legs to lift you out of that wicker chair to hook them against his hips. He didn’t even fumble with the door, as if he’d done it a million times, sliding it open and making sure he stepped high over the track and closed it behind him. Your hands were sliding against his skin under the collar of the cardigan, warm against your cool hands until he was laying you down against the bed.

Dongheon’s lips finally pulled away from yours, pressing sweet kisses against your chin and jaw and down the sliver of your neck he could reach, your legs tightening around him from time to time in anticipation before he reeled back to kiss against your cheeks and your nose and your forehead.

“Sleep, baby,” he whispered into your skin, a sly smile when he felt your body relax in defeat.

“You always do this,” you complained and let him tug the oversized hoodie off your torso to toss it to the ground before you were on your back again. It didn’t stop the way your legs wrapped around his middle, or the way you eagerly met his soft kisses as his fingertips tenderly caressed the curves of your cheeks.