"Baby, I'm back," you call out into the seemingly empty dorm. Is no one home? You set your bags down, hang your jacket on the rack, and slip your shoes off before stumbling into the furnished space. Inching towards Seonghwa's room you push the door open to see him splayed out, starfish-like on his bed. "Baby?" you call out again trying to get his attention.
You near his sprawled out figure and run your fingers through his silver-like hair, so soft. No reaction. "Are you okay, my love?" you ask massaging his scalp softly. Nothing, again. You pull your hand back and level yourself with him. "Seonghwa are you okay? Baby please-". He does a little shake and lets out a grunt showing you he's still breathing.
You sigh and climb onto the bed to situate yourself against the headboard. Why is no one else home? Where are the others? Your train of thought is cut short as you feel him wrap a hand around your thigh and nuzzle into it. Knowing exactly what he needs, you pull off your hoodie, leaving yourself in a lowcut dark tanktop tucked into baggy sweats. Getting comfortable you pull him up and in between your legs, his head resting against your bare chest, and your arms loosely around him along with your hands in his hair, once again. He breathes in your scent and you feel him relax, every muscle in his body goes limp under your touch.
Seonghwa always had a comfortable, but cold front to him. However, deep, deep inside, your boyfriend of two years loved cuddles and skin-to-skin contact even though he rarely admitted it. He hadn't been touchy until about a year into your relationship, but ever since then had he clung to your touch every chance he got. "Thank you," Seonghwa mumbles against your skin, then presses subtle kisses along your clavicle. You run your hands up and down his back, gently drag your nails up and down the soft fabric of his shirt, "Anytime," you reply, the sound muffled as your cheek is pressed against the top of his head. You can feel his hot breath fanning the skin atop your breast. Cuddles like these rarely lead to anything sexual, but only formed a more intimate connection between the two of you. "You scared me Hwa, don't do that again. Thought you died on me," you breathe nuzzling the side of your face to his hair, before pressing fleeting kisses on his forehead.
"I haven't written my will properly yet," He says chuckling while lifting himself off your chest to stipple kisses on your lips. His free hand caressing your side lovingly, "You have a will at 21?!" you say gripping both sides of his face making him look at you. He rises off you and kisses the tip of your nose, "Don't worry babe, you're in it as well," he says winking at you before bouncing off the bed and out of the room into the kitchen, fully energized.Â
"Wha- Park Seonghwa! You absolute shit!" You yell flailing after your boyfriend, waddling, trying to get off the bed. Just then you hear the front door click open and your eyes meet Hongjoongs, "You!" You shout pointing a finger at him. "I swear to literal Buddha, I didn't eat your ice cream this time - it was Mingi!" He says on cue dropping the groceries in his hands. "No- wait, Mingi did what?!" you follow up eyes glaring daggers. The boy puts his hands up before forming them to finger hearts, he lets out "I love you! Don't kill me," trying to make up for his mistake. Your eyes have already formed to slits and you're close to jumping on the bean stock's back to knock him out.
"Is anyone in this house fucking sane?! First, he plays dead then tells me has a will. And now I find out someones already had my ice cream!" You yell out in frustration, aggressively combing your fingers through your hair. You hear Seonghwa chuckle from the kitchen, rummaging around the fridge for food. "I've been gone for three days and thi-"
"HWASEONG YOU HAVE A FUCKING WILL?!" The guys all shout in unison cutting you off.
Well, now someone has a lot of explaining to do.
