COSMOS | seongjoong

chapter 16.

tw/ sa in this chapter ! please read at your own risk 💗

hongjoong's pov

after 3 hours of running around the mall looking for outfits, seonghwa and i was finally back at our dorm. san and wooyoung decided to try on outfits in their dorm themselves and would be picking us up later to go to yeonjun's party.

the more time that passed by, the more uneasy i felt about going. there was something that just kept telling me to stay in the comfort of our own home, or that something bad was going to happen.

i didn't want to disappoint seonghwa though. so i kept this feeling to myself.

i was now walking out of the bathroom in the outfit seonghwa picked out for me (with wooyoung's help of course). it was extremely far out of my comfort zone— normal attire for me would be baggy jeans and sweaters. at this very moment, i was wearing a black cut-out crop top, paired with low-rise black leather pants and black leather platforms.

so much of my skin is showing... it feels so weird.

when i walked out into seonghwa's view, his jaw seemed to drop to the floor. did it look that bad on me? i should've known it was too much.

"does it look bad? i'm sorry, i should just change into something el—"

before i could even finish my sentence, seonghwa pulled me close to him; the force leaving our faces centimeters apart, with no gaps to fill other than the one between our lips. "you look absolutely amazing, joong. don't ever think otherwise."

those were the last words we exchanged before passionately attacking each other's lips— going from compliments to a heated make-out session. the kiss was sloppy, i could feel seonghwa's lip tint slightly smudging at the corner of my lips.

looks like we're going to have to redo our makeup.

it didn't take long before i felt his cold hands snake around the exposed part of my waist, sending a shiver up my spine. his hands were so big, yet my waist was so small— it felt as if they covered the entirety of my stomach. i kind of like that...

i was immediately snapped out of my thoughts when i felt his lips traveling down my neck, stopping to suck and bite in certain places. at this point i didn't even mind if he left marks— since it was seonghwa himself doing it, didn't that mean it was art on a canvas?

while his lips were occupied with my neck, his hands would get lower— eventually under the waistband of my pants. my skin was way too sensitive for this— his hands exploring my waist and his lips now on my collarbone caused me to leave a moan right next to his ear. shit, i didn't mean to do that.

he had lifted his head, smiling at me as if he was about to reassure me of something, but his eyes seemed to suddenly focus on something behind me.

only then did i realize we left the door unlocked.

i turned around, and there stood san and wooyoung— one with a disturbed look, and the other with a suggestive smirk.

they're never going to let us live without mentioning this.

seonghwa quickly removed his hands from where they were and awkwardly fidgeted with them before wooyoung began to talk.

"damn, that is not what i expected to see today," he giggled, "we haven't even gotten to the party yet!"

"oh my god wooyoung SHUT THE FUCK UP." seonghwa and i said in unison, causing everyone to break out into a loud wave of laughter.

"okay okay, i'm sorry! but it's getting late, so we should probably leave soon... maybe after you guys fix yourselves up," wooyoung suggests with a mischievous grin creeping upon his face.