Why do you love? -Seongjoong

Part 4

Hongjoong woke up in his bed and it took him two bleary seconds to realize that there was a body wrapped around him.
He glanced over to see features that were way too beautiful to be real.
Seonghwa.
Seonghwa in his fucking bed.

What the hell did he do last night?

He squinted his eyes against the sun that came through his open curtains and examined Seonghwa's sleeping figure.
They were both clothed, at least. There were no telltale marks on Seonghwa's body telling him that they'd done anything. That was a great sign, actually. A sign that maybe they'd just slept. Hongjoong knew himself. If Seonghwa had let him, he would have covered him with marks. He would have claimed him so that everyone knew that Seonghwa was his. Even though he wasn't.

Hopefully they'd just slept. Hongjoong didn't condone cheating, even if he felt like Seonghwa should rightfully be his.

Hongjoong's mouth was dry. His head hurt.
He untangled himself from Seonghwa's body, trying not to wake the other man but it was futile. Seonghwa awoke with a soft groan, hands reaching for Hongjoong before his eyes were even open.
When he did gain enough consciousness to open his eyes he gasped. Clearly he was not where he thought he would be. Clearly he hadn't been reaching for Hongjoong, but the person whose place by his side Hongjoong had taken.
Hongjoong cursed himself first, and Minho second. He should've cursed Seonghwa the most but he didn't.

He cleared his throat awkwardly. "Uh, hey. I'm going to grab some painkillers, and then I'm going to make coffee. Do you want some?"
Seonghwa nodded, doe eyes wide.
Hongjoong was thankful to have an excuse to leave him there on the bed. Seonghwa was too pretty in the morning lying in Hongjoong's sheets with his mussed hair and sleepy eyes.

Hongjoong put the bottle of painkillers on the counter and set two glasses filled with water next to it. He started the coffee pot next, moving on autopilot.
Seonghwa shuffled out of his bedroom as soon as he flipped the switch to brew.
"Thank you." Seonghwa said, voice deep and scratchy from sleep. He poured some painkillers into his palm and held two out to Hongjoong before taking two for himself. They both chugged their waters in tandem, Seonghwa barely finishing first.

They needed to talk. Hongjoong knew they needed to talk. They needed to talk about so many things.

Part of Hongjoong just wanted to paint over everything with a brief apology for the night before and send him packing. Send him back to Minho.
The other part of him wanted to demand that Seonghwa explain everything for the last five years, from his disappearance to his reappearance at Hongjoong's show.
He wasn't sure what part of him would win out right now. He needed coffee first.

The air was weird between them. Weird because they needed to talk and both were silent, but also weird because the silence was comfortable, despite the years apart.

Seonghwa took the time to look around Hongjoong's meager place. It didn't look like the kind of apartment that belonged to a man who wore BALMAIN (okay, admittedly, he had been obsessed with the BALMAIN outfit), but Hongjoong's success was recent enough that his place was still furnished in the way that an eclectic yet broke artist would furnish.

Seonghwa hummed softly as he snooped through Hongjoong's things in the living room. He thumbed through the record collection until he found one that suited his fancy, and he placed it on the record player and turned the volume to a soft level. Enough to be background noise but not loud enough to drown out Hongjoong's thoughts.
Seonghwa picked up a throw blanket that had been tossed across the couch and he wrapped it around his shoulders. Hongjoong couldn't help but think it looked like Seonghwa belonged.

The coffee pot finished brewing and Hongjoong poured them both a mug. He stirred a few scoops of sugar into Seonghwa's, betting on the man's taste not having changed in the years since highschool. Seonghwa never could stand plain black coffee the way Hongjoong drank it.
He pushed the silver mug towards Seonghwa and watched as he took a sip.
Seonghwa's eyes glittered as he met Hongjoong's expectant gaze. "It's perfect. Thank you."
Hongjoong hid his pleased smile behind his own mug.