↱REPUTATION↲ ⇾seongjoong⇽

열한째

When Hongjoong woke the following morning, three things were very clear to him:

First, even though he kept his eyes shut, he could tell it was still raining by the sound of droplets hitting the window.

It certainly set the atmosphere for a lazy Sunday.

All Hongjoong wanted to do was stay in bed all day, wrapped up in the warmth of the covers and the person next to him.

Second, despite the fact that he didn't sleep in his own bed, Hongjoong had never felt so well rested before.

He felt mellow and relaxed, as if he had caught up on four years worth of missed sleep in one single night.

And third, even though he was still half asleep, sprawled out on his stomach, he knew that the warmth pressed against his side was Seonghwa, who was awake if the way one of his hands gently caressed Hongjoong's side was anything to go by.

Hongjoong kept his eyes shut to feign sleep, told himself that it was only so Seonghwa would let him lie in bed for a bit longer and not so Seonghwa would continue to drag his fingertips along Hongjoong's sensitive skin.

The shapes and patterns Seonghwa traced over his ribs and back were indiscernible, just mindless movements that made Hongjoong's skin break out into goosebumps.

Seonghwa languidly skimmed his nails down Hongjoong's back and then up again.

He changed the pace in a split second; with his nails pressed down harder Seonghwa drew scratches down Hongjoong's back and stopped just above the sweatpants that sat low on Hongjoong's hips.

The motion pulled a heavy, content sigh from Hongjoong that erased any chance he had of successfully pretending he was asleep.

"Good mornin' Hongjoong," Seonghwa murmured, his voice husky and low from sleep.

Hongjoong hummed in response and could feel the resulting smile Seonghwa pressed against his shoulder.

"Are you going to let me sleep in?" He asked, his own voice hoarse.

Hongjoong felt the vibrations in Seonghwa's chest pressed against his side as he hummed in consideration, "Maybe. Is this okay?"

Seonghwa dragged his nails down Hongjoong's side to emphasize what he meant by his question.

He was given a grunt and a nod in return from Hongjoong, who didn't want to admit aloud that what Seonghwa was doing felt amazing.

The silence between them grew but it wasn't unwelcome.

Seonghwa still caressed and stroked Hongjoong's skin, lured him into the state somewhere in the middle of being asleep and being awake.

With the gentle contact and the sound of the rain, Hongjoong never felt more at peace -even alone in his own bed with a pair of headphones on as his favorite CD played.

He wished he could stay in this moment or that time could freeze so they wouldn't ever have to leave it.

Hongjoong buried his head into the pillow to erase the thought from his mind, embarrassed by it.