#vixxtaekwoon

The evening’s plans were relatively simple, nap, wake up, nag Taekwoon to fuck his diet for one evening and just eat, and then just lethargically sit on the couch watching Netflix till they fell asleep again. Taekwoon had finally gotten the evening off and had promptly arrived at her place, giving her little to no time to admire his new silver hair before dragging her to the bedroom and falling asleep out of sheer exhaustion.

Taekwoon sleeping was something that relieved her. She was grateful for the fact that he was finally getting some form of rest. She ran her hand through his hair gently as he rested close to her, his arm haphazardly thrown over her figure. His long legs tangled with hers as he let out steady puffs of air. She smiled, he was beautiful when he was awake, but even more so when he was asleep and at peace. No make up on his face, fresh skin with all the tiny bumps and dents and little moles that she adored.

He had lost weight for the comeback, his cheekbones were more prominent now, she noted. Skin seemed to stretch far too tightly over his ribcage, evidenced by a simple peek down his partially unbuttoned shirt (she would talk to him about walking around like that and killing his fans, but that was for a later time).  Right now she was focused on how to make the most beautiful human she knew more at peace.

Kissing on his forehead, she slipped away from him, heading to the kitchen silently to put together dinner. She had prepared in advance so putting together a healthy meal wasn’t really much of a task. Doing it in silence maybe was and she tried to move as quietly as possible so as to not wake him. While she wasn’t entirely successful in not making a single sound, she managed to fix dinner before he awoke.

“You didn’t nap.” his sleepy voice nearly made her jump out of her skin. She spun around to see him, bed-head, now having changed into his hoodie and sweats. He peered at her through narrowed eyes, still adjusting to the light.

“Thought I’d make dinner.” she said as he made his way over to take a look at her work, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on the top of her head.

“The salad is mine I’m assuming.”

“Ours, you’re eating a solid meal tonight.”

“You know I’m on a diet right?”

“You know I don’t really care right?” she smiled at him as she spun around.

“Fuck,” he mumbled eyeing the steaming pot behind her“you made ramyeon.”

“Mmhmm,” her smile widened as feeling him trap her against the counter “I was sure to add milk so you wouldn’t bloat tomorrow.”

“You’re a mean mean human.” he glared at her as she reached up to poke the end of his nose.

“You love me almost as much as you love ramyeon.” she said simply, before patting his stomach “Plus I’d like to see you eating happily. One cheat day will not cause any damage.” which simply made Taekwoon groan, highly aware of how hungry he was and much he had been wanting to eat ramyeon. He opened his mouth, only to have her hold a finger up to his lips.

“Hush, let us eat.”

Taekwoon was never one to say no to eating.

Everything was going according to her plan. Taekwoon ate to his heart's content, effectively stuffed by the end of the meal. She had really outdone herself this time, keeping the meal healthy enough to match his diet, but also hearty to fill his stomach. They lay on the couch lethargically, filled with food, foolish smiles spreading across their lips.

“Netflix?” she asked as he took a long sip of iced coffee. He grunted.

“Spotify, I heard our album is finally up there,” he turned to her with a lay smile, tugging her closer to him before pressing a kiss to her forehead and sighing contentedly “never heard your thoughts about the album.” he commented, satisfied with how she settled on his chest while fiddling with the remote control. She hummed, fingers fiddling with the strings of his hoodie as Scentist finally began playing.

“So it’s definitely on Spotify.” she commented.

“Mhmm.” he replied, taking her hands in his and playing with her fingers “but you didn’t tell me what you thought of the album other than a bunch of keyboard smashes sent between every performance.”

“Those are very coherent thoughts. Excuse you.” she replied as Taekwoon knew very well she was evading the question. Suddenly he was concerned that she didn’t really like the music. Her silence only caused the anxiety to build, it was almost like she was trying to figure out the best way to tell him that the album was shitty. He felt her shift and sit up as she looked at him, remote clutched tightly in her hands.

“I’ll...turn off the music.” he said quickly, getting up to reach for the screen since the remote was firmly in her hands.

“It's...the kind of songs you’d make out to.” she mumbled, voice small that made his movements come to a freezing halt and a shit eating grin to spread across his lips. He spun around still grinning, noting how red her face had gone.

“How so?”

“I don’t know!” she flailed, “it just is!”

“So,” he stalked towards her, song still playing in the background as his knee pressed into the fabric of the couch, between her legs, towering over her “you think of making out when you listen to it?”

“Your target audience is horny young adults.” she mumbled, looking away, trying to avoid his intense gaze.

“So you’re a horny young adult?” he chuckled, tilting her chin up to hold her gaze.

“Yeah, what are you going to do about it?” she bit back, feeling his hands pin her down as his lips pressed against hers. Her brain came to a shrieking halt and she fervently kissed back, tangling her fingers with his. He groaned, having missed this sensation for too damn long as he dragged his tongue over her lips before pressing past the seam of the swollen skin to tangle with her own. He sank down onto the couch, straddling her, holding her down and sliding his hands up her sides before cupping her cheeks. Her own hands now fisted at the thin hoodie he wore, lips moving in sync with his before she nipped at his lower lip before pulling back to gasp for air. His lips trailed down her neck before nibbling at her right earlobe. Her fingers were now wandering under the fabric of his hoodie as his dug just below the waistband of her sweats.

“Wanna make out to every song and see who cracks first?”  he panted out as her warm palms caressed the skin of his back making her chuckle.

“Now who is the young horny adult?” she asked, giggling as the kisses spread to her jawline, turning into tiny bites.