COSMOS | seongjoong

chapter 10.

it had been 6 days since seonghwa broke up with sungjoon. he wished he could say he was happier than ever, but there was only one downside— sungjoon kept trying to contact him. seonghwa did nothing but block him on all platforms possible; the only place he couldn't block him was in real life.

that's why seonghwa was sitting in his bed, locked inside his dorm with hongjoong comforting him by rubbing his back while soothing him with words. seonghwa had just come to the end of his second panic attack of the day— he had seen sungjoon on campus twice while going to his classes.

however, hongjoong still comforted him at all times; seonghwa couldn't express how grateful he was for the younger. he loved hongjoong so much— he had even been expressing it a lot more recently. he figured since he was out of the toxic relationship he had trapped himself in, he could finally express his recent true feelings for his roommate. he didn't understand how his feelings got so strong so fast, but in all honesty, he wasn't complaining.

seonghwa's pov

my trail of thoughts was interrupted once hongjoong decided to break the comfortable silence in the room. "are you okay now, hwa? you don't have any more classes to attend, so how about we just... do something that doesn't require us to go outside?" that sounds perfect hongjoong. i'd want nothing more than to spend more time with you. "i'm okay now— and that sounds great," i paused in order to flash him a smile, "could we just cuddle? i don't really have the energy to do anything at all, i'm sorry," i felt bad for saying this, because i'm sure hongjoong would want to be doing something productive, but judging by his reaction, it seemed quite genuine that he didn't mind at all. "of course, hwa! don't apologize, i wouldn't mind cuddles right now either, if i'm being frank," the shorter said as he wrapped his arms around my torso, still facing me with a smile.

it was hard not to study the features of hongjoong's face. it was just so perfect. i admired his eyes, then his cheekbones, and then his nose before i looked at his lips. his lips were the perfect size; they weren't big or small, and they were beautifully symmetrical— and the natural pink color just made them look so addicting.

without thinking, my thoughts made their way to my mouth, soon becoming verbal.

"can i kiss you?"

if i could see my face right now, i knew i'd probably be beet red. i was about to ramble on about how i didn't mean for those words to come out of my mouth, but i didn't have enough time before i felt hongjoong's lips crashing onto mine. i couldn't believe it— this whole moment felt so surreal; maybe even magical. hongjoong's lips seemed to fit seamlessly with mine; as if they were always meant to be together. not to mention how soft they were, it made you never want to stop.

as our make-out session became long enough for us to become breathless, we both pulled away with a string of saliva still connecting our swollen lips. the silence in the room was now filled with the both of us violently regaining stable breathing— after a minute, hongjoong began to speak. "oh my god, i love you seonghwa, i—"

"i love you too, joong— so fucking much," i said as i desperately went in to taste his lips again. it was cute, the way his lips, which at first tasted like strawberries (from what i had assumed was his lip balm flavor) had now fused with mine— creating a strawberry-vanilla flavor. and hell, it tasted good.

and the rest of it was history— we had many make-out sessions for the rest of the night, and neither of us seemed to get enough of the other. sooner or later, we fell asleep in each other's arms— i couldn't wait to wake up to hongjoong's face again.

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as my alarm quietly buzzed to inform me that it was 8 am, i let out a groan before reaching to turn it off. i really didn't want to get up, but i had classes to attend. my first class was dance, and then i shared a photography class with hongjoong around 3. i was honestly surprised when we shared some of the same classes, but i definitely wasn't complaining. it was always nice for me to have someone familiar around— especially if it was hongjoong.

i eventually stumbled out of bed, trying my best not to wake the cute male sleeping beside me. he was softly snoring as he slept with a tiny pout on his face. if it were anyone else, i probably would've been absolutely disgusted. but come on, this was hongjoong we were talking about; it was the cutest thing i'd ever seen.

i decided to get ready for the day, as staring at the smaller any longer would make me feel creepy. i took a quick cold shower in order to wake myself up, and then i dressed in baggy grey jeans and a plain white t-shirt— which i topped with a black leather jacket. i usually went for bright colors when i dressed, but i subconsciously decided to make myself less noticeable today; just in case sungjoon would be looking for me.

without wasting another second thinking about the said male, i quickly made toast and eggs for hongjoong and i— as i quickly scarfed mine down, i wrote a tiny note for hongjoong alerting him of my whereabouts and the food i had left for him on the table. sticking the note to his forehead (i knew this wouldn't phase him, since he was a heavy sleeper), i then took my leave and started on my walk to the first class of the day. i genuinely enjoyed my dance class— the professor was generous, yet still critical when she needed to be. i also shared it with yeosang and yunho, so i'd be able to tell the news to them soon.

as i opened the door to the dance studio, i saw about 10 people already there; two of those being the people i was looking forward to seeing since yesterday. "hi yeosang , hi yunho!!" i greeted the two with a bright smile on my face. they both eyed each other as if they suspected something about my demeanor today. "hey hwa... you're acting weird," yeosang said with an eyebrow raised, and this immediately made my smile go wider. "okay well, i do have something to tell you guys. but i don't wanna say it twice, so could we all get lunch or something with mingi and jongho later?" i asked— the duo groaned at the suspense i was building. "FINE, that works. i don't know if i should be excited or scared... you're grinning as if you're crazy hwa," yunho giggled. i started laughing with them until eventually the studio was filled and the professor walked into class.

it was almost funny how the only thing i could think about was hongjoong. i miss you joong, was the thought that occupied my mind as our instructor began her lecture.

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i hope you guys enjoyed this chapter !! things are finally happening with seongjoong 😋😋

— iya 🌼