this was borne out of some feverish trance where i was just desperately thinking about how beautiful it would be to kiss seonghwa in an art museum so if it doesnât make sense itâs because some ghost or god possessed me to write this
you loved the art museum not just for the rich history carried between its walls or the beauty of each piece delicately crafted
you loved it also because thatâs where park seonghwa worked
to say that he was the most beautiful work there would be an understatement since, as your boyfriend, youâre obligated to sing his praises
(and even if you werenât, youâd do it anyway)
while he was your favorite piece of art, you couldnât see him all the time since he -yâknow- had to do his job as the tour guide
which often left you to walk around the exhibits of marble statues and renaissance paintings and still life pieces
finding new emotional aspects to each piece with every visit until eventually, your boyfriend has a break between tours and gets to see you
sometimes heâll watch you for a minute or so before approaching you because he thinks that your reveries of observing the delicate brushstrokes of a painting is so attractive
or the way youâre making notes on your phone about the artist and things about their world you like
but sometimes he canât help but walk up behind you with a tired sigh from dealing with a rowdy tour group or grumpy coworkers
leaving him to hug you around the waist and leaning his head onto your shoulder and just resting
even if itâs just for the brief moment until you turn around to look at him properly and brush the hair away from his face and planting a sweet kiss on his forehead or cheek or chin
and reassuring him that heâs almost done for the day and that youâll be sure to run him a warm bath when you both get home
or give him a gentle massage to relieve the stress he keeps in his shoulders and back
he always protests that he doesnât want to make you do something like that for him but you always insist, why would you not want to help the man you were in love with?
the sweetest blush always takes over his features when you remind him that it's not a bother for you because you love him and want to take care of him
and itâs like he canât control himself because every time you tell him that youâre in love with him, he quickly glances around to make sure nobody is watching him and his unprofessional actions and leans in to kiss you square on the lips and just hold you in his arms for as long as he can
because sometimes he feels like he doesnât show his appreciation for you enough, since you always are there to reassure him and help him relax and just be there for him when his days arenât going so well
itâs in these quiet moments that you both treasure so dearly where heâs able to show you that youâre his savior even though for you, itâs just making sure the love of your life is doing okay
words donât exist when heâs holding you like he knows nothing else
you can feel the heat of his skin radiating onto your own, his forehead pressed against yours as his eyes, filled with stars and galaxies and everything else beautiful stare into yours with such intense emotion of love, adoration, gratitude that youâre his
this time he doesnât look around before kissing you once more, his hands holding onto you like a lifeline
and youâre dizzy from the sensation of seonghwa invading your world, taking over everything youâve ever known, inviting it
entangled in one another in just a kiss in front of the statue of psyche being revived by cupidâs kiss
thatâs how you feel too, like you didnât know how to breathe until seonghwa taught you with his mouth on yours, his hands still steady on your waist
after time has stopped and stopped again, he pulls back, breathing you in still as he catches his breath, realizing that he has another group to tour
but this time heâll look at each piece of art differently, with the love youâve infused into him pouring out at the seams, the beauty of every single work tripled and quadrupled
until all he can think about is kissing you silly in each room for every piece to see his love for you spilling out and into the atmosphere












