↱FORBIDDEN COLORS↲ ⇾seongjoong⇽

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"They didn't freak you out, did they?" Hongjoong asked as Seonghwa curled under the comforter of Hongjoong's bed (the second bed on the other side of the room was rarely used in comparison to Hongjoong's which they both slept in ninety percent of the time).

Hongjoong lowered himself to sit on the edge of his bed.

"All that talk about marriage."

"Not freaked out," Seonghwa confirmed with a nod. "Just thinking."

"Yeah?" Hongjoong stood back up, kicking off his pants as he pushed his legs into his pajama bottoms, very aware of Seonghwa's gaze following his every movement.

"Stop staring," Hongjoong cast him a scowl.

Seonghwa giggled, biting at his bottom lip in the way that drove Hongjoong crazy.

Hongjoong slipped under the covers and turned on his side to face Seonghwa in the warm light from the lamp as the shadows from the night drifted over the room.

"Thinking about what?" He asked.

"We never really have talked about marriage," Seonghwa said.

"We've only been dating for a year," Hongjoong said.

"But we've never really talked about a final destination, like the end goal. What is our end goal?" Seonghwa shifted under the covers, his nerves making him unable to lay still.

Hongjoong drifted his arm over Seonghwa's waist.

"This," he said.

"This is the end goal. Being with you. That's always been the end goal."

"Okay," Seonghwa said with a soft smile, curling closer into Hongjoong's space as if bidding the conversation over.

"Did you mean it?" Hongjoong asked.

Seonghwa straightened back up to look at him.

"Mean what?"

"That you'd say yes?" Hongjoong let his hand fall to the bare skin at Seonghwa's waist, exposed from where his shirt had ridden up, let it rest there and bask in the younger's warmth.

"If I proposed."

Seonghwa scoffed a small laugh, "Of course I'd say yes," Seonghwa curled back down into position, head resting up against Hongjoong's chin.

"We are the end goal, remember?"

Hongjoong kissed the top of Seonghwa's head, separating only to switch off the lamp, plunging them into darkness, before he was returning into position.

He carded his hands through Seonghwa's hair until the younger fell asleep, Seonghwa's soft breathing filling the room.

But Hongjoong couldn't sleep and knew full well it would be pointless to lay around and try.

As Seonghwa's slumber sounded, Hongjoong moved to carefully separate himself from the younger until he could roll from the bed, he threw on the first items of clothes he could reach in the dark, tucked the covers around Seonghwa, and headed off into the night.