(I'm sorry this is so late. I've been working on hella drawings lmao)
*slight smut*
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Seonghwa lyed on his bed. Hongjoong hovering over his slim body.
He had already been teased and over stimulated. But Hongjoong continued on with the actions.
Quiet begs fell from Seonghwa's lips. Desperate to feel more friction than what Hongjoong was giving him. His hips desperately bucking to meet Hongjoong's clothes hips without much luck.
His pleads and whines louder with each passing moment. Hongjoong finally giving into was he had so desperately been wanting-
Seonghwa woke to the sound of his name through the door.
"What?"
Seonghwa groggily asked.
"I made breakfast come eat."
Hongjoong called out.
He had to admit. He was getting sick of these dreams. This was what, the fith one. They were starting to become far too common for his liking.
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A strange three days had passed. Hongjoong and Seonghwa hadn't talked about anything again. Just acting as if nothing happened.
As happy as Hongjoong was the Seonghwa seemed comfortable, and somewhat happy again. He was interested in what the answer to the confession was.
This far. He's just assumed Wooyoung advised against a relationship. Which Hongjoong couldn't blame him for. But there was still a glimmer of hope that maybe. Just maybe. He would have a boyfriend. And that boyfriend's name would be Park Seonghwa.
He heard Seonghwa walk down the hallway, twords the kitchen. He turned to a very flushed boy.
"Are you not feeling well?"
Hongjoong questioned.
"You look feverish."
Seonghwa cocked his head.
"I feel fine. I promise."
He stated.
Hongjoong directed his attention back the the meal he had prepared. Handing a plate to Seonghwa.
"I'm not hungry. Actually."
Seonghwa said refusing the plate.
"You haven't eaten though. How are you not hungry?"
Hongjoong asked. Still trying to force the plate into Seonghwa's hands.
"I feel sick in the mornings."
Seonghwa said. Increasingly more defensive.
"Eat the food, it'll probably make you feel better."
Hongjoong insisted
"I'll just throw it up. No thanks."
Seonghwa stated.
"You have to eat lunch later, then."
Hongjoong stated.
"We'll see how I'm feeling."
Seonghwa said.
"I thought you said you felt fine?"
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Fortuitous Message (SeongJoong)
De TodoSeonghwa was happy. So, so happy. He had a loving boyfriend, an amazing friend, lovely apartment. Everything was perfect. Right? Hongjoong, was responsible for his mother, sick with early onset dementia. But he enjoyed his life to the fullest. He tr...
