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Seongjoong

Hongjoongie  ❤

Hey
Seonghwa
*seen*
Hwa?

Yes?

Uhhm  are you Ok?

I'm fine.

Oh ok. Well I just wanted to say goodnight ♡

Ok. Night.

I've been staring at the drama playing on my laptop and I have no idea what's going on. I'm pissed. Why? I have no idea. I've been in a foul mood since I took food to Hongjoong at the studio. I had a tough time holding back my emotions when I opened the door and saw him sitting there. He looked so tired, I don't think he's been resting. I left before I broke down in front of him. I know he's working hard for us, but I can't take this anymore. He's exhausted! We've kinda been together for a while now but we haven't really discussed our relationship or made any promises but... I've fallen for him. I regret the way I texted him, my emotions are just all over the place.

I jump up, startled, when I hear the door open. Last I checked I was home alone. Looking up, my eyes widen as Hongjoong walks into the room.
Why is he here? Shouldn't he be in studio? He can't be here. Not now.
I quickly look away pretending I didn't see him. He stands by the door for a few minutes just looking at me. I listen as he makes his way to the bathroom, releasing a breath I had no idea I was holding. My relief is short lived as he makes his way out the bathroom with a towel in his hands.

He makes his way to me on the bed, throws the towel next to me and closes my laptop before setting it on the desk. I watch as he takes off his shoes and socks before leaning against the desk and staring at me.

"Hwa, what's wrong?" He asks, his eyes studying my face.
"Nothing. I'm fine. Why are you here? Are you done with the song?" Instead of answering me, he walks over to the bed and flips me onto my back on the towel before straddling my hips.
What is with the towel anyway?

"Hwa. What's wrong?"
"Hongjoong I'm fine." It's been so long since we've been this close. I hate that my voice cracked, my emotions coming through. I hold my breath as he leans down placing his hands next to my head. His eyes roam over my face, his breathing shallow as slowly leans down towards my lips.

His lips softly brush against mine. The contact too much for my current emotional state, I turn my head away trying to get my breathing and beating heart under control. I gasp when he grabs my hair to turn my head and come in contact with his hardened eyes. How I've missed this Hongjoong, the rough, possessive Hongjoong. My stomach coiled and I felt myself harden.

*Hongjoong POV"
I watch as Hwa's pupils dilate, his breathing getting shallow and faster. So that's what he wants. He wants me to be rough with him. I get an idea of how I can help him express himself and tell me what's bothering him. After he texted me, I immediately knew something was wrong.

Tugging on his hair, I lean down and take his lips in a hard kiss. He moans into my mouth before sitting up to pull off my shirt. After taking off his shirt, I run my hands over his warm chest and back as he kisses his way from my chest to my neck.
I push him back down and nibble on his neck and chest, leaving my mark behind. I make my way down his stomach before I get to his pajama bottoms. I look up at him before I bury my face in his groin.

"Mmmm Hongjoong." He moans opening his thighs wider and grinding up into my face. I do this for a while enjoying the texture of his pants on my face, the feel of his hard dick under his pants and his fingers tugging on my hair as he whispers my name. Sitting up to take off his pants, I run my eyes over his body taking in his tongue running over his red slightly swollen lips, his heavy lidded eyes, his flushed chest going up and down with each breath. The marks I left complete the beautiful image in front of me.