Kim HongJoong
HESITANT
«Christmas Special»
The carols flew through the air and people bloomed with happiness. It was the festive season again. The only time of the year when vibrant smiles could be seen instead of frowns and sleepless faces.
It was Christmas! The favourite time of the year was around the clock again and you couldn't wait to dive into the festive spirit, to have time again like you always do. Wishing your boyfriend has a day off tonight, you heard home anticipating his arrival.
Upon entering the studio apartment, you glance at his figure seated in front of the television and decide to catch him off guard. You tiptoe into the house, making your way behind the couch waiting for that one moment to scare him.
Well, something went wrong in the calculation and here you are, resting in his lap, as you both stare into each other's eyes cluelessly. It takes a moment for Hongjoong to register the situation and when he does, you to run away but your body ends up on his lap again. This time in a good position and not like last time when you almost ended on the floor while he tugged on your body.
His hand glides across your waist, making a firm grip in order to make your escape impossible at the moment. A cold shiver travels down your shine while a blush creeps up your cheeks. Even this little gesture is an intimate one for you.
His cold thumb caresses your cheek, eliciting a moan from you.
"Joong..." your soft whispers rings in his ear.
"yes, my love?" the soothing statement encourages you to spill your uneasiness but your love for him discourages the confession.
"I- " You were unable to spill out your feelings in front of a person who never hid anything and shared his dark secrets with you in just a span of 4 months.
You hide in his embrace as a tear flows down your cheek. Hongjoong strokes your hair in an attempt to calm you down while rocking your body in his lap.
The moment took away a part of you while Joong tried his best to make you laugh with his imperial jokes.
You look up, staring deeply into those black orbs which help an immense amount of love and warmth. Your mind knows all of it but your heart is afraid to ask.
Your hand travels upwards making its way towards Hongjoong face, caressing it. He smiles as if he gained the most beautiful element on earth.
"Can we stay like this, forever?" the words roll off your tongue smoothly as you speak without hesitating.
"my love, I can go as far as stealing the Chronosphear from time himself." You chuckle at his dreams.
Stealing the chromosphere? Oh boy Alice would be so angry. It would be hell if Hatter gets involved.
"What if the Bandersnatch and jabberwocky chase you and you get in trouble? Involving with the red queen is a big no-no" you spill out all the possibilities if Hongjoong gets into Wonderland. To be honest there is no way of him getting out and that scares you a lot.
"Do you really think Wonderland exists? Huh? I highly doubt that." that one sentence makes you burn up in anger.
"I didn't expect this from you. That's it Hongioong-" He knew you spewed out his full name in rage and the aftermath wasn't great.
You try to get up and head out but Joong pulls you back and you land in a rather unexpected position.
Your lips almost touched his as you felt his warm breath on them.
You knew trusting in him wouldn't bring devastation nor would cause you any sorrow. He pledged you to protect you from all harm. Yes, that was the oath took while confessing. Just a kid.
As a reward, Jeong gave you a lot of smooches and cuddles which you treasure.
They are a form of love that only some receive from the people they love. Others aren't able to reciprocate their feelings because of two reasons.
Either they are unable to overcome their past and it haunts them or they don't have the same number of romantic feelings towards the other person.
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