another dimension

It was two days before he had to leave for tour. The anxiety running through you was at an all time high but Seunghyun knew. He always seemed to. As he lay on top of you, pressing kisses to your neck on the couch, he lifted his head up, smoothing some of your hair back from your face. “What’s wrong?”

“Huh?” You asked, slightly dazed from the trail his lips had been leaving.

“You’re with me but you’re not. Talk to me.” His voice was so soft, his eyes looking at you full of concern.

You shifted beneath him, hands resting on his biceps. With a sigh, you finally spoke. “It’s nothing.”

“Not nothing. It's never nothing. Can I take a guess?”

“Sure, detective.”

“I think you’re scared that I’m leaving in a couple of days and it’s weighing on your mind what’s going to happen with us,” he said, catching your eyes as you tried to look away from him. He had hit the nail on the head.

“You really are a detective. How are you so good at reading me?” You laughed nervously.

“I just know you,” he said softly, his hand cupping your cheek, turning your face so you’d look at him. “But, baby, let me tell you that nothing is going to happen with us. I’m in this for the long run. You and me? That’s all I care about. I don’t want you getting lost in your head about that. I’m crazy about you. So damn crazy and I won’t let anything ruin what we have. I promise you that.”

“But…” you started but he cut you off.

“But nothing. I promise you, okay? Trust me. It’s you and me for as long as you’ll have me. No matter the distance or anything else that gets in the way.”

“I trust you.”

A dazzling smile graced his face as he leant down and captured your lips in a mindblowing kiss. His lips moved gently against yours, his hand sliding down to grip at your hips, pulling you flush against him. “Good, now that you’re back with me, let me show you exactly how much you mean to me.”

He deepens the kiss, his tongue slipping past your lips to tangle with yours. You moaned against him, arching up into him. Seunghyun ground his hips against yours, the outline of his cock pressing against your core through your clothes. You needed it again so you moved your hips against his, faster this time to which he returned the favour, his hand holding your hips down as he grinded himself against you. A low groan passed his lips, his cock growing harder and harder with the friction. He wanted to take his time, to savour you but right now all he wanted was you. He left your lips, moving down your body until his face was between your thighs. His fingers deftly pulled down your sweatpants you’d been wearing after work, tugging them off and tossing them down to the floor. His tongue darted out, licking a long stripe against you through your panties. You whimpered, eyes glancing down to meet his.

“Don’t tease,” you said.

He just grinned, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties and within the next second they were on the ground with the rest of your clothes. He leaned back in, his tongue teasingly licking a stripe along your folds making you groan in frustration. Then, his lips sealed around your clit and you moaned, the sound echoing off the walls of the living room. His tongue worked against you alternating between licking along you then teasing your clit. It was a beautiful kind of torture. Your hands had tangled in his hair, holding him between your legs as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. When the tip of his tongue dipped inside your entrance, you let out a high pitched whine, hips bucking hard into his face. He kept it up fucking you with his tongue until he felt you right there on the edge. His lips found your clit once more and that was it, you were moaning out, hands tugging at his hair as your orgasm hit you. He lapped every drop up, savouring the taste, riding out your release with you. When he sat back up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he had the biggest grin on his face.

“You’re so pretty when you cum,” he said, his deep voice even lower.

“Only then?” You teaseed, sitting up and pushing him back into the couch until he was properly sitting down. You climbed on to his lap, grinding yourself against him, the fabric of his jeans catching on your sensitive clit with each draw of your hips.

“Always,” he groaned. He pulled off your shirt, his own following shortly after. Your hands worked to free him from his jeans, lifting your hips to tug them down just enough to free his cock. You took him in your hand, palm sliding against him from base to tip, teasing him like he’d teased you. “Payback?”

“No. I’m too desperate right now,” you laughed breathlessly, lining him up with your entrance. When you sank down onto him, his hands flew to your hips, fingers digging him tightly as you took him inch by inch. Your hands rested on his shoulders, eyes closed as you finally sat fully on his length. He was so deep like this, you could feel every inch inside you and it was amazing.

You lifted your hips, sliding back down. Seunghyun guided you, his hands helping slam you back down onto him. The past was quick, desperate — passionate. He couldn’t get enough of you, his eyes focused on watching as you rode him. The pleasure was building fast, his hips now snapping up to meet each of your downward movements. Your moans only spurred him on until he stopped your movements, pounding up into you to drive you both to your release.

“Cum for me again, baby,” he breathed, eyebrows scrunched together as he felt his own release ready to burst.

There was no room to even speak, the way he was driving into you was overwhelming and before you knew it, your second release arrived. You cried out his name and, at the same time, he thrust up into you one final time, spilling himself deep inside you. Your head fell onto his shoulder, your breath coming out in short, sharp gasps. Seunghyun pressed kisses all over your cheek, shoulder, any piece of skin he could get to as you both came down.

“Come with me,” he said quietly.

“What?” You asked, confused.

“On tour.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really. I know it’ll be hard to leave the store but you can always come back whenever you want and I’m sure Yuri wouldn’t mind taking care of it while you’re away. It’s up to you, baby, but I want you there,” he pulled your head from his shoulder, cupping your face with both of his hands. “Whatever decision you make, I support.”

There was a beat of silence before you spoke.

“Okay.”

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Yuri had taken no convincing whatsoever to look after the shop for you while you were away. You had promised her you’d be back in a few weeks to check on things — you didn’t want to leave her alone for too long, after all. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust her, you just knew how hard it could be running the place by yourself and you didn’t want to stress her out. The excitement you had about taking a vacation, getting to see Seunghyun on stage and spending time with him was through the roof. But, there were also nerves because you’d be meeting the rest of his bandmates. You knew how much they all meant to him. They had to like you, you wanted them to. From what you knew and from what Seunghyun had told you, they were all great guys.

Now, here you were, in the city for the first step of the tour. You were sharing a hotel room with Seunghyun even though he had asked you if you’d wanted your own but you’d much rather be with him. He was always so thoughtful, always making sure to think of you when he made every decision. It was like your feelings mattered to him more than his own which was funny because his always mattered to you more.

Meeting the rest of the guys had gone smoothly. They had welcomed you with open arms, making jokes about how happy Seunghyun was, meaning he was extra annoying. You had been nervous for no reason at all. They made sure to include you in conversation. Jiyong, who you knew was Seunghyun’s best friend, was extra kind to you. Maybe he could sense how anxious you were. You couldn’t have been more thankful for how welcoming they were. Your worries had been for nothing — you were one of them now.

While the boys were in rehearsal, you had gone back to the hotel to freshen up and get ready for the show. That gave them time to talk. During a break, they sat backstage, Seunghyun sat on one of the couches with a bottle of water in one hand and his phone in the other as he texted you.

“I’ve never seen you like this,” Jiyong commented with a grin, flopping down on the couch next to his best friend.

“Like what?” Seunghyun asked, not looking up from his phone.

“In love,” Jiyong teased, elbowing him in the side. “It looks good on you. Have you told her yet?”

“Told her what?”

“Oh my god, you’re so slow,” Jiyong groaned. “That you love her.”

“Well, kind of. I said I was falling in love with her but I haven’t really said the three words.”

“But you want to?”

“Of course he does! He has the dreamy eyes every time he looks at her,” Daesung chimed in from across the room.

“He wants to looooove her and marry her and have a bunch of annoying little Seunghyun babies,” Youngbae teased, earning the middle finger from Seunghyun.

“Of course I want to tell her,” Seunghyun said, focusing his attention back on Jiyong. “I just don’t know how.”

“Well… just do the same thing you’ve done every time you’ve told her something else. With roses,” Youngbae offered, perching himself on the arm of the couch with a knowing smile. “I think she’d appreciate that.”

“Yeah,” Seunghyun smiled to himself. Of course. That was the perfect way to tell you he was madly in love with you. Now, all he had to do was make sure this bouquet was the best one yet. “I think she would.”

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What Seunghyun didn’t know was that you hadn’t gone straight back to the hotel. While you had been with the guys, you had talked to Youngbae — he was the one who you had connected with the most — and told him that you wanted to tell Seunghyun how you felt. You had told him all about the roses the two of you had given each other through your relationship. It seemed like every bouquet he had given you (and the one you had given him) signified an important milestone in the road of your relationship. Youngbae had told you that maybe that was the way to tell him. The other bouquet you had given him had gone down so well, you figured that this one would, too.

So, you had made a pit stop at a local flower shop you had found thanks to Google Maps. Going in there, seeing all the flowers, you felt at home. It had only been a day and you already missed your little shop. Not just because of how much hard work you had put into it but because now, it held so many good memories for you. It had been the place you had first met Seunghyun. That was the day everything had changed for you. This man had helped piece you back together more than you’d ever be able to tell him.

With the bouquet in your hand, you headed back to the hotel to finally get ready for the show. Your nerves were back but this time not in a bad way. It was more of a giddy sort of way. You didn’t have any fears that he didn’t feel the same way; he had told you he was falling in love with you so that wasn’t why you were nervous. You were nervous because this meant that you were finally giving yourself to someone, opening up so completely and that was scary. To let someone in like that was the hardest thing someone could do but you knew Seunghyun was worth it. Ever since you had met him he had been nothing but kind and caring, you knew he would never break your heart.

A shower and an hour of trying to find the perfect outfit later, you're back at the arena. Seunghyun had made sure all the security knew exactly who you were and to let you in. As you found the boys dressing room, you knocked on the door. It was a few seconds later when Seunghyun opened it. The roses you had were held behind your back.

“Look at you!” He smiled, leaning in to press a quick kiss to your lips. “Come in. The other guys have gone to get something to eat.”

“You're not hungry?” You asked, shuffling nervously on your feet.

“They said they’d bring me something back. Speaking of,” he turned towards the couch, grabbing something off it and hiding it behind his back. “I have something for you.”

“I have something for you, too,” you smiled nervously.

“On three?”

“Let's go.”

Seunghyun counted down from three and, at the same time, you both produced a bouquet of red roses. Seunghyun’s was a lot bigger, a few of the other coloured roses he had gifted you over the last few months mixed in with them. You could feel your eyes watering, tears already forming. A small giggle fell from your lips, a laugh from Seunghyun. You held yours out for him, taking the ones he had got for you. You looked at them, feeling an overwhelming sense of happiness. He had put so much thought into it.

“I guess we both had the same idea,” he laughed, placing his bouquet down gently on a small table to the side of the room, stepping closer to you to take yours and placing them down, too. His hands then found yours, locking your fingers together, his thumb running over the skin of your hand. “This is the part where I’d usually ask for a lesson on what the colour of the roses mean but… I think I’ve got this one.”

“Go ahead,” you urged gently, giving his hands a squeeze.

“Red roses mean love. A deep, romantic, passionate love. And, that’s exactly how I feel about you. I love you. Ever since the moment you stepped into my life, I’ve felt this undeniable pull towards you. The more time we spend together, the stronger it gets. That’s what those roses mean. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you smiled softly, feeling the tears falling down your cheeks now. You stood up on your tip-toes, kissing him. Life hadn’t always been kind to you but now you had found your person. The one who had helped piece you back together and heal.

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TWO YEARS LATER.

You trudged up the path, holding your white dress up so it didn’t trail in the dirt — not that you cared if it did, someone would be able to fix it when you got to the venue. But, right now, this was a stop you had to make. If you were about to have the most important day of your life, you had to talk to the most important person in yours. Crouching down, you were face to face with your father’s grave, your hand reaching out to dust off the headstone. With a shaky breath, you began to speak.

“Hey, dad. I’m getting married today. I wish you could’ve met Seunghyun. You would’ve loved him. He takes care of me and makes me feel so loved. It’s been a long time since I’ve had anyone so fiercely by my side, supporting me like he does. I just wanted to come and let you know so you can get a front row seat. I know you’ll be watching and smiling down at me. I wish so badly you could be here but you’ll always be in my heart. I’m happy. I’m really happy. And, I hope you are, too. I love you,” you kissed two of your fingers, resting them on the gravestone. A few minutes later, you got to your feet, wiping at your eyes.

“You ready?” Youngbae called from the car. You nodded, taking his hand as he helped you inside. “Come on, let's get you married, Mrs Choi.”

It had been a few days since you had last seen Seunghyun. You missed him. More than you thought you would. It had been such a long time since you’d been in a relationship, you forgot what it was like to miss someone like this. All through the day he was all you could think about. Any time someone came in to buy some roses, the only thought occupying your mind was all the times he’d surprised you with them. Now, more often than not, you wore a smile on your face. Gone were the days of waking up and feeling like the world had put a permanent dark cloud above your head. There were still days where everything felt too much but on those days, Seunghyun was always there ready to catch you before you could spiral. You owed him so much. This beautiful man had come into your life and flipped it upside down all for the better.

It was a slow day at work — it usually picked up during the evening once people were out of work so while you were busy tidying up some of the displays, an idea hit you. Seunghyun had always been the one to give you things and you had yet to get him anything. Any time you insisted on paying for lunch, he’d wave you off. But, now, he wasn’t here and you could do at least something for him.

It wasn’t often that men were gifted flowers and knowing how much Seunghyun appreciated the beauty in things, you had no doubt he’d love a nice bouquet. So, you got to work. You moved to the display of roses, picking out a dozen burgundy coloured ones. You were sure he wouldn’t know what they meant but explaining would be the fun part. You tied them all together, picking all of his favourite colours as you arranged it making sure the bouquet was perfect and took it upstairs to give to him later.

The hours seemed to drag by slowly but just before closing time Seunghyun showed up, leaning over the counter to press a soft, slow kiss to your lips. Your eyes closed in content the second his lips met yours, your hands aching to pull him in closer to deepen the kiss but you couldn’t. Not here at least. When he pulled back, he smiled softly at you, his thumb grazing your cheek.

“I missed you today,” he said.

“I missed you, too. How were rehearsals?" 

“Fine but I couldn’t stop thinkin’ about you the whole time.”

“Is that so?” You grinned, stepping from behind the counter to move over to change the sign to closed. Once you locked the door, you turned back to Seunghyun. “I’ve been thinking about  you all day. So much in fact, I have a gift for you.”

Seunghyun raised his eyebrows. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” you took his hand, leading him to the stairs up to your apartment. “But you have to come upstairs for it.”

He didn’t question it, letting you lead him up the stairs and into your apartment. Once the door had closed behind the two of you, you let go of his hand. He watched as you made your way over to your kitchen counter,picking up the bouquet of burgundy roses you’d made up earlier. Holding them out to him, you felt a little nervous but the second he took them from you with that gentle smile, you breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at them then back at you, his eyes meeting yours.

“These are beautiful. Just like you,” he shot a wink at you which made you blush. Even now after all these weeks of knowing him, one compliment from him made you weak at the knees. “I expect a lesson on what this colour means, by the way.”

“Perfect because…” you carefully took the roses from his hands, placing them back down on the counter then you placed your hands on his chest, feeling his heart beat through his shirt against your palms. “I planned on showing you exactly what they mean.”

Seunghyun opened his mouth to ask you what you meant but before he could even speak, your lips were on his. It was a slow, passionate kiss, your hands snaking around his neck, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. His hands rested on your waist, pulling you flush against his body so there was no space between you. He tilted your head, his tongue tracing along your bottom lip causing you to open your mouth, tongues meeting in their familiar dance. Your hands slid down, pulling at the hem of his shirt. Reluctantly, he broke the kiss so you could lift the fabric up and over his head, tossing it to the floor. It was like a messy dance as his lips claimed yours yet again, hands pulling at each other's clothes leaving a trail on the way to the bedroom. At one point, both shirtless, you braless and left in nothing but your shorts, you gently pushed him against the wall, hand sliding down to cup his bulge through his jeans. 

“Baby…” he groaned against your lips, hips bucking into your hand.

“Shh, let me show you exactly what those roses meant,” you whispered, kissing him once more before slowly getting down to your knees.

He watched with hooded eyes as you unbuttoned his jeans, pulling down the zippers and tugging both them and his boxers down in one fell swoop. His cock sprang out, already hard and aching. Not wanting to waste any more time, you wrapped your hand around the base giving him a few pumps before lowering your mouth. You started off small, tongue darting out to lick at the tip, swallowing the precum that had already been leaking. Then, you wrapped your lips around it, sucking briefly, earning a groan from Seunghyun who threw his head back against the wall. His hands instinctively moved to your head, fingers tangling in your hair as you took him deeper. With your tongue on the underside of his cock, you began to bob your head, taking as much of him into your mouth as you could. Your hand slowly rubbed up and down the bit you couldn’t fit. Seunghyun couldn’t help it, his hips thrust to meet your bobbing. When the head of his cock hit the back of your throat and you gagged, he let out the most beautiful moan. You already knew your panties were drenched just from listening to the sounds he was making. As you went to take him even further, he stopped you.

“If you keep doing that, I’m not going to last,” he panted, fighting all the restraint in the world to pull himself away from your mouth. As much as he wanted to finish in your mouth, he wanted to be inside you more. 

As you got back to your feet, Seunghyun wrapped his arms around you, lifting you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist, his lips back on yours as he carried you through to the bedroom. The urgency was kicked up a notch now as he threw you down onto the mattress, climbing on top of you.  His jeans were long forgotten in the hallway, his hands moving to rid you of your shorts.

“Your so fucking beautiful,” he hummed against your skin, his lips leaving a trail of kisses all the way down to your brests. While his fingers worked on ridding you of your last remaining clothes, his lips sealed around one of your nipples causing you to gasp and arch up into his mouth. “Yeah, keep making those pretty little noises for me, baby.”

You lifted your hips up so he could pull down your shorts and panties, finally, finally, leaving you bare. His fingers dipped between your legs, running through your folds, coating themselves in your slick. You were so ready for him. His thumb rubbed circles against your clit as he slipped two fingers easily inside you. “This all for me?”

“Yes,” you gasped as he curled his fingers inside you. “All for you. Always for you.”

“That’s my good girl.”

A few more pumps of his fingers and, with a whine from you, he was pulling them from you. His hand that was coated in your slick, grabbed his cock, running it along your drenched folds. You whined once again, bucking your hips to try and notch him inside you. He only smirked, claiming your lips in a messy kiss – all teeth and tongue. 

“Tell me what you want,” he said huskily, his cock notched at your entrance, the tip pushed in the tiniest amount just to tease you.

“Fuck me, Seunghyun. Please,” you begged. He braced himself over you, one hand resting beside your head, the other firmly gripping your hips.

Inch by inch he slid into you, a groan emitting from his lips as he bottomed out. You gasped, hands flying to his back to hold on, nails digging into his skin. Then, he moved. He slid out slowly then pushed back in with a hard thrust. Your head fell back into the pillows, breathy moans falling from your lips as he pulled all the way out then thrust back in – setting a slow, hard pace. It was beautiful finally feeling him this way. You could feel every drag of his cock along your walls, your hips moving to meet his.

“You feel so good,” he moaned, his head in the crook of your nick, nipping at the skin there. “So tight and wet. You’re taking me so well, baby.”

“Faster, please,” you whimpered, your legs coming to wrap around him trying to draw him in deeper.

Both of his hands now rested on your hips, anchoring you to the mattress as he picked up the pace. You could feel your body jolting with each thrust, your moans echoing off the walls of the room. The neighbours would surely have something to say tomorrow but you didn’t care. Your nails raked down his back, leaving your own marks on his skin. He let out a hiss, the feeling only spurring him on, thrusts becoming harder.

You could feel the telltale signs of your orgasm approaching, that coil tightening inside you. He knew you were close, feeling your walls tighten around him. His thrusts turned short and fast, his own release on the edge of bursting.

“Seunghyun!” You cried out, your body arching into his as you finally came. You dug your nails into his back, his name falling like a prayer from your lips.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum…” He grunted, his hands pinning your hips to the mattress. 

“Inside me. Fill me up,” you whispered, still dazed from your release.

Those were all the words he needed to hear – one last deep thrust and he stilled, pouring his release inside you with a long, drawn out moan. He rolled his hips shallowly, making sure you got every last drop before he collapsed on top of you. The only sound occupying the room were your heavy breaths. Neither of you spoke for a moment, trying to get your bearings.

“If that’s what those roses meant, I’m going to have to get you a whole lot of ‘em,” he chuckled, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips. He pulled out of you with a hiss, falling on to the mattress next to you. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you into his side.

“You don’t need roses to make that happen again,” you laughed, pressing a small kiss to his chest.

“Good to know.” His hand ran gently through your hair, a content sigh coming from him. “I think I might be falling in love with you.

Silence.

Then, you spoke in the softest voice he’d ever heard.

“I think I might be falling in love with you, too.”