..but I still want you // OT7 [COMPLETED]

25 || Only For You

HOSEOK & DYKEMA

Hoseok POV

Returning to the kitchen and breezing up behind Dykema, I slip one hand around her waist to lay my palm flat on her stomach. She relaxes against me as I leave a peck on her left cheek.

"Thank you for letting me use your shower, baby. I'm glad you still keep some of my old sweats around."

"Of course I keep them around. I still wear them." She laughs, opening a takeout tray.

"Of course you do." I chuckle watching Dykema divide up several dishes onto two plates. "You had a lot of leftovers for dinner."

She doesn't look up at me. "You weren't there, so Mommy ordered for you and told me to bring it home."

I slap myself on the forehead. "Dinner. It was tonight. I'm sorry, honey, I just got so caught up in work and it slipped my mind. Mama Cee isn't too mad at me is she?"

"No." Dykema shakes her head but still doesn't look at me. "She misses seeing you, though. She makes sure to tell me to invite you to all of our family gatherings. I think she loves you more than me and Dom and she birthed us."

"Hey." I turn her to face me and lift her chin with my fingertips. Her eyes almost reluctantly meet mine so that I may ask "Are you mad at me?"

"I miss spending time with you. Things have been stressful for me. I needed you, but you haven't been around like you used to be."

"You should have called me. You know how important you are to me, and I will always be there for you, Dykema. Let's sit down, eat, and talk about everything that is on your beautiful mind. I won't leave until you've forgiven me."

By the time our stomachs are beyond full, Dykema has me caught up on the stresses of her studies and I have shared the issues I've been having at work. I'm not sure why it never dawned on me to talk to my absolutely brilliant succour when things weren't going as they should, but here she is helping me through it again.

Just as she has always done.

"Want to watch a movie with me?" I ask as I reach out to caress Dykema's wrist.

She frowns unbelievably, glancing at the clock and then back to me. "It's getting late. Are you sure you can stay longer?"

I am well aware of the time. Astra is home by now, probably loudly masturbating on the sofa because she thinks I am in the bedroom with the door closed.

I know what I felt several days ago on that conference room table. The connection between Astra and I could have been easily missed in the backseat of our car, but the table was unmistakable.

My wife chose me over her own fated partner. I felt her open herself to me and my love for her is so great, I opened myself to her as well.

I have been putting off a much needed conversation with Jova and I feel like an ass for not calling her the night Astra and I connected. I swore I would never hurt her and I never intended to break our connection, but there's something I feel with Astra that is so beyond sex and love. Every inch of my being wants to feel more of it.

"Positive. I don't ever want you to feel like I've turned away from you. No matter what happens, I am always going to be here for you. Now, about that movie.."

The adorable way she fights to hide her giggle makes my cheeks hurt from smiling. Standing, I take her hand to lead her to the sofa plopping down at my designated end.

"Ouch! What the fu-" I shout, digging into the cushions for whatever stabbed me in the hip.

Dykema gasps when I slip my hand into the sofa to remove whatever object has a vendetta against me. My eyes widen in shock when I remove the cutest tiny lavender vibrator holding it up right in front of my face.