The elemental bonds [ DISCONTINUED ⚠️]

Ch-31 " Balm to soul "

A/n :Cute husband coded Hyunjin alert read it at your own risk ⚠️

Hyunjin's POV :

The night air was cool against my heated skin as I finally claimed victory. Minho lay before me, breathless and flushed, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to catch his breath. A wave of affection washed over me, and I couldn't help but smile at the sight of him, utterly spent and beautifully vulnerable.

"Looks like I've got you right where I want you, kitten," I murmured, my voice a blend of satisfaction and tenderness. Minho's eyes fluttered open, meeting mine with a mixture of exhaustion and contentment.

Carefully, I untangled myself from him, the adrenaline from our game slowly ebbing away, replaced by a gentle warmth. I reached for the discarded blanket and draped it over us, cocooning our bodies in its soft fabric. Minho sighed softly, his eyes closing again as he relaxed into the embrace.

I shifted closer, nestling my head against Minho's chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. It was a sound that always calmed me, grounding me in the present moment. As my fingers traced lazy patterns on his skin, I felt his arm come around me, pulling me even closer.

"You did good, love," I whispered, my voice barely audible in the quiet night. "You always do."

Minho's response was a sleepy hum, his fingers threading through my hair in a soothing motion. I closed my eyes, savoring the intimate contact, feeling a deep sense of contentment settle over me. The competitive fire that had burned so brightly earlier was now a warm glow, suffused with affection and love.

"I love you," he whispered, the words coming easily, naturally. They were a simple truth, one that needed no embellishment.

Minho's fingers stilled for a moment, and then he tightened his hold on me, his lips pressing a soft kiss to the top of my head. his voice tinged with the same deep emotion that filled my own heart.

For a while, we simply lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, letting the quiet of the forest surround us. The stars above us sparkled like tiny diamonds, and the moon cast a gentle glow over the clearing. It was a perfect moment, one that I wished could last forever.

But eventually, I felt Minho's breathing even out, his body growing heavier with sleep. I smiled to myself, my own eyes growing heavy as the exhaustion from our game finally caught up with me. With a contented sigh, I let myself drift off, secure in the knowledge that, no matter what challenges lay ahead, we would face them together.

As sleep claimed me, my last conscious thought was of Minho, his warmth and his love, a beacon that would always guide me through the darkest of nights.

I woke to the sound of soft whimpering, piercing the stillness of the night. The moon hung high in the sky, casting a gentle glow over the forest clearing. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, I turned to find Minho beside me, his face contorted in discomfort. He was mumbling incoherently, his skin glistening with sweat.

Concern tightened in my chest as I carefully reached for the small nightstand lamp we had . Clicking it on, I illuminated Minho's face, the beam of light revealing his furrowed brow and pained expression. My heart sank; was he hurting because of how intensely I had let myself go on him?

I swept the light over his body, searching for any signs of distress. But instead of injuries, I found bright, vivid hickeys marking his neck and chest, a testament to our passion from earlier in the night. A sense of pride mingled with my concern, memories of our heated game flooding back.

Minho's last words before he drifted off to sleep echoed in my mind. "It will be my turn next to pleasure you, Princess," he had murmured, his voice heavy with promise. A blush crept up my cheeks as I remembered my own sleepy confession, whispered against his skin: "I love you."