(SUB)lime nights || Seongjoong

Chapter 3: to new opportunities

"I'm craving chocolate..." Hongjoong mutters after a few minutes of silence. His skin feels sticky and gross but Seonghwa might be the best mattress he's ever had so standing up sounds like hell.

"Oh! I should have some..." Seonghwa looks around himself before sighing. "Wait."

He sits upright and Hongjoong immediately protests at being jostled. He just whines as Seonghwa lays him on the couch and stands up before closing his eyes and accepting his fate. His assumption is proven wrong when there's suddenly a blanket thrown over him and he gets forced to roll over twice until he's on his back again, rolled up like he's the fish of the sushi. Groggily he squints his eyes open, just in time to see the way Seonghwa bends down to pick him up.

"Ah!" He screams because one second he's calmly laying on the couch and the next he's been carried to the kitchen bridal style. "What are you doing!?"

"I have chocolate milk." Seonghwa explains and Hongjoong decides to accept his new life within this cocoon. There's a Seonghwa holding him and he's gonna get chocolate milk. It doesn't really get any better from there.

"You're gonna pay for this, Park Seonghwa." Hongjoong threatens but fails to stifle the yawn that follows, weakly allowing his head to rest against Seonghwa's chest. "I didn't realise you were so strong."

"I can't tell if I should be offended," Seonghwa chuckles as he sits cocoon-Joong down on his kitchen counter. He pats Hongjoong's sides before nodding and leaving to the fridge. "You stay right there."

"Where would I go?" His arms are pressed to his sides with the tightness of the blanket, it's like a fluffy little prison.

"You make a good point..." Seonghwa chuckles in agreement while pouring Hongjoong a glass of cold chocolate milk. "I'm afraid I don't have much else in the house, I'll make sure to have some next time."

Seonghwa either doesn't realise what he's just said or he's just assuming the deal is back on without consulting Hongjoong first, either way he doesn't seem to care. He just smiles as he hands Hongjoong his mug, hand falling still mid air when he notices whatever expression must be on Hongjoong's face right now. He frowns, "what...? Is something wrong?"

Hongjoong shakes his head and accepts the drink. "No. Well... you said next time..."

"Oh! Oh sorry, I-" Seonghwa pushes his hair back with his hands, looking apologetic. "It just slipped out. I'm sorry."

Hongjoong sighs while staring into his mug, quiet for a few long seconds. "...That's alright. This orgasm might've just convinced me."

Seonghwa's eyes widen, "really?"

He chuckles. "Yeah, but... but I talked about it with Yeosang the other day. And my mind is just really messy right now and I don't want to put you in any kind of uncomfortable position. I really don't want to be too draining or whatever."

"I mean, I understand that. But I'm sure he told you I don't mind and- okay how do you feel right now?"

Hongjoong looks around before raising a brow, "about what?"

"How do you feel? Like inside?"

He thinks about it deep and hard and doesn't find too groundbreaking of an answer. "I feel pretty... calm. A bit fuzzy in the head, but comfortable."

"See?" Seonghwa sounds a bit too excited for his own good. "Isn't that a good thing?"

"I cried like five minutes ago."

"Because of a misunderstanding," Seonghwa waves that off. "Ignoring that for a second. Wasn't just the whole situation and going along with it easier for you now that it was last time?"