sway // seongjoong

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Sitting across from him, all I can think about is how my lips would feel against his. Of course, I had to let those thoughts dissolve as we were having lunch at a coffee shop. Hongjoong's lips were moving and he was staring intently at me with a confused look on his beautiful face.

"Seonghwa."

I heard the words and they were so soft, I almost thought I was dreaming. He tapped my hand next, drawing me out of the trance I seemed to have been lost in.

"Yes? Sorry, I got a bit distracted."

Hongjoong stifled a laugh and I just knew it would be my new favorite sound. "I could see that," he giggles, "Did you want anything?"

I smiled back, "No. Just get what you want." I sipped on a black coffee while he snacked on a muffin and a very sugary coffee. His eyebrows jolt upward. "What?" I question him.

"Is that...black coffee?" I nodded and in response he dramatically made a face. "Here, try mine."

Reluctantly, I took the coffee from his delicate hands. I made sure I sipped off his straw and when I did, Hongjoong bit his lip ever so slightly. I felt something jump in my stomach but I pushed it away. The coffee, though, was extremely sweet, it was a shock to my system quite literally as I jumped away from it.

"This coffee is super sweet. How the hell do you drink this?" All Hongjoong could do was laugh at my misery. I hated all things sweet but looking at the man in front of me, maybe that could change.

Suddenly, a thought entered my mind.

How old is he?

I knew he was younger than me for sure, way younger, but I was still curious.

"How old are you, Hongjoong?" I watched as he scarfed down the remaining bits of his muffin. He cleared his throat and began to speak.

"I'm 23." He eyes me. "What about you?"

I feel myself start to sink in my chair. The dreaded realization of my age hits me like a loaded cement truck. "Well, I am 29 and entering my twilight years." Throwing my head in my hands, I groan, hoping that he isn't turned off by my age.

Oooo. I hear him tease, "You're lucky I like older guys."

"I am just flattered to hear that my wrinkles and old age don't scare you away."

Hongjoong's laughter filled my ears and my heart with warmness. Finally, I had a break from the static, loud, and annoying office sounds. As the day came closer to ending, Hongjoong had entertained the idea of going on a late night walk. I happily agreed to go walking. It was quite chilly but the heat from our bodies lingered in between each other.

Hongjoong started humming a heavenly tune. I was so distracted looking at his face, that I couldn't see the crack in the concrete below me. I fell to the ground with an 'oof' sound and suddenly the sound of Hongjoong's laughter came.

He buckled over, clutching at his stomach.

"That has always been there."

I roll my eyes at him as I dust the pebbles off my pants, "It probably appeared there once it saw me coming."

Hongjoong's giggles became soft as he studied my face. His finger brushed softly over my cheek. "How'd you get dirt on your face?"

"Has that always been there too?" I gasped in embarrassment. This night was only going to get worse if I kept embarrassing myself like this.

Hongjoong studied my face again. His eyes roamed to my eyebrows, down to my eyes, the crook of my nose and finally, to my lips. I watched as his slightly fell open and I knew I couldn't miss this moment.

I tugged him closer to me and brought my lips to his. Those lips which I've longed to kiss felt so good against mine. Like a warm hug I've always longed for.

He melted a bit in my grasp, causing me to hold on to him tighter. His little moans of pleasure lit me on fire and I so badly wanted to take him right where we stood.

I pulled away from him to stare into his wide, beautiful eyes that I dreamed about every night since we've met.

Hongjoong's hands found my cheek and caressed me softly. A little smile on his pretty face.

"Your wrinkles don't scare me."

I grinned, "That makes me feel a lot better..."

He continued, taking a deep breath. "None of that scares me. Your reputation doesn't scare me."

His eyes became dark, his expression a mix of concern and fear. "What's the matter, angel?"

Hongjoong's eyes fluttered open and closed at the nickname but continued to speak, "What scares me is these feelings I have for you."

I nodded in clear understanding, brining him into a protective hug.

"I'm scared too, but you are teaching me how to feel ," I planted a kiss on his forehead as he nestled closer to my chest, "so please, allow me to teach you how to accept."

What I thought was the sound of crying became louder. My heart ached and I couldn't figure out if I had done something wrong.

"Did I say something wrong? I'm so sorry Hongjoong, I didn't mean-"

His tear stained eyes met mine once again as he shook his head. "No. You're saying all the right things. Thank you..."

As an attempt to stop his tears, I kissed his lips and to my surprise it worked. I slid my hand into his. At that moment, my heart felt content, happy. For once I wasn't alone.

And that felt good.

A/N: I really love this story :(