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- 𝕊𝔼𝕍𝔼ℕ𝕋𝔼𝔼ℕ - 𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖 (𝕄)
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hongjoong and seonghwa had laid in silence for a while, too content with each others body heat to move, but too afraid of it going away if too many words were said.
hongjoong had been finishing up a homework assignment last minute before school tomorrow, eyes locked onto the laptop screen over his lap, all the while seonghwa laid tangled up against the younger, arm draped loosely over his lap, head pressed into the side of hongjoongs arm, eyes watching the younger do his work.
it was weird, to have someone in his home like this, to not be alone like he had always found himself here. hongjoong was always going to wooyoungs house to sleep over, to the movies with jongho, or to the mall with yeosang to escape the loneliness; he was constantly going places, but no one was ever coming here. it was weird and yet hongjoong felt so grateful he couldn't help but keep stealing glances at the older or stop a soft smile from appearing over his lips every time seonghwa shifted closer.
aimlessly, seonghwa played with the fabric of hongjoongs shirt, ignoring how hongjoong stiffened up slightly when he slipped his hand under the clothing, tracing small shapes against his warm skin.
seonghwas finger was so cold, like ice against a flame, it made hongjoong push down a shudder, trying his best to keep his head clear and focus on his homework. but soon enough the words on the screen blurred together and no matter how many times he reread the same sentence he couldn't process a single word of it, "seonghwa." he said under his breath, eyes flicking down to look at the older, almost as if warning.
"hm?" seonghwa hummed, innocent, his hand trailed lower.
"i-i have to finish this assignment." he said lowly, swallowing thickly when seonghwa only nodded, "i know, you can finish."
hongjoong watched him for a few more seconds, and cleared his throat, "you're distracting me."
seonghwa finally looked at him then, eyes flashing with pride, teeth sharp and poking out past his sly smile, "do you want me to leave then?" he asked simply, hand inching down past the hem of his shorts, "or, would you rather me stay... and help calm you down?"
hongjoong stammered, feeling his cock throb with life under seonghwas touch, "i-i don't-"
from next to them, hongjoongs phone lit up, screen flashing brightly as it vibrated on the end table, wooyoungs face filling the screen.
