Shadows of Obsession

Chapter 7: A Quiet Morning

Sunlight filtered through the curtains of Seojun's room, casting a soft, golden glow on the space. The early morning quiet was broken only by the gentle rustling of sheets as Suho stirred, his eyes fluttering open. For a brief moment, he forgot where he was, but the weight of an arm draped over his waist brought him back to reality.

Seojun.

Suho smiled softly, turning his head slightly to see Seojun still asleep beside him, his face peaceful in the morning light. The intensity of the past few days felt distant now, replaced by a strange calm that neither of them had expected. For the first time in what felt like forever, there was no tension between them, no unspoken words, no games. Just the two of them, wrapped in a quiet moment that felt almost... normal.

Suho shifted slightly, careful not to wake Seojun, though a part of him wanted to. He watched Seojun sleep, studying the way his hair fell messily over his forehead, the soft rise and fall of his chest, the way his lips parted slightly as he breathed.

Seojun looked different when he slept—vulnerable in a way Suho rarely saw him. It was strange, seeing this side of him, but Suho liked it. He liked knowing that he was seeing something no one else did. Seojun's walls were down.

A gentle squeeze on his waist startled Suho from his thoughts. He looked down to see Seojun's hand tightening around him, his fingers instinctively pulling Suho closer.

"Stop staring," Seojun mumbled, his voice still thick with sleep.

Suho's smile widened. "I wasn't staring."

"You were," Seojun muttered, cracking one eye open to look at him, though there was no irritation in his voice—just a sleepy kind of affection. "You're always staring."

Suho chuckled softly. "Maybe I like looking at you."

Seojun grumbled something unintelligible and pulled Suho closer, burying his face in Suho's neck. His breath was warm against Suho's skin, and Suho couldn't help the warmth that spread through his chest at the simple, affectionate gesture.

For all the intensity that had existed between them—obsession, jealousy, possession—this was different. This was soft, intimate in a way that neither of them had anticipated.

Suho ran his fingers through Seojun's messy hair, his touch light but soothing. "You're clingy in the morning," he teased, though his voice was full of fondness.

Seojun huffed against his neck. "Only because you're here," he mumbled, his voice still thick with sleep.

Suho's heart fluttered at the words. There was something sweet about the way Seojun acted when his guard was down, when he wasn't trying to be the tough, untouchable bad boy everyone at school knew him as. In moments like this, Suho saw a side of him that felt more real, more honest.

"I don't mind," Suho said softly, his fingers still threading through Seojun's hair. "I like it."

Seojun lifted his head slightly, his eyes half-lidded and drowsy, but there was a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Seojun's smile widened just a little before he flopped back down, his face pressed into the crook of Suho's neck again. "Good," he muttered, his voice muffled. "Because I'm not letting go."

Suho laughed softly, wrapping his arms around Seojun's shoulders, holding him close. "I didn't think you would."

For a while, they just lay there in comfortable silence, the sound of their breathing the only noise in the room. Suho found himself savoring the quiet moments, the warmth of Seojun's body pressed against his, the way Seojun's arms held him securely, as if he were afraid Suho might disappear.

It felt... domestic. Almost like they were any other couple, waking up to a lazy morning together, no complications, no secrets. Just them.

After a while, Seojun finally lifted his head, his sleepy eyes now more alert as he studied Suho. "You're too quiet," he said, his voice teasing but laced with curiosity. "What's going on in that overthinking brain of yours?"

Suho smiled, shaking his head. "Nothing much. Just... this is nice."

Seojun's expression softened, his eyes searching Suho's face for a moment before he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Suho's lips. The kiss wasn't heated or desperate like the ones they had shared before. It was slow, gentle—full of an affection that neither of them had quite put into words yet.

When Seojun pulled back, he rested his forehead against Suho's, his hand cupping Suho's cheek. "Yeah, it is," he agreed quietly.

They stayed like that for a while, basking in the quiet, in the warmth of each other's presence. Eventually, Seojun shifted, his arms still wrapped around Suho as he rolled onto his back, pulling Suho with him so that Suho was lying on his chest.

"We could stay here all day," Seojun said lazily, his fingers tracing patterns on Suho's back. "Forget school, forget everything."

Suho laughed softly, resting his head against Seojun's chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Seojun grinned, running his hand through Suho's hair. "I would."

They fell into another comfortable silence, the morning slipping by in a haze of warmth and quiet affection. It was strange, how quickly they had gone from intense, obsessive longing to this—a soft, intimate connection that neither of them had expected but both welcomed.

Eventually, Seojun's stomach growled, breaking the silence, and Suho couldn't help but laugh.

"You're hungry," Suho said, lifting his head to look at Seojun.

Seojun shrugged, a sheepish smile on his face. "Maybe a little."

"Come on," Suho said, sitting up and pulling Seojun with him. "I'll make us breakfast."

Seojun blinked at him, a teasing smile forming on his lips. "You're going to cook for me?"

Suho raised an eyebrow. "Don't act so surprised. I can cook."

Seojun chuckled, leaning in to steal a quick kiss before pulling away and standing up. "Alright, let's see what you've got, then."

As they made their way to the kitchen, Seojun followed closely behind Suho, his arm draped lazily around Suho's waist, pulling him close. There was no rush, no urgency. Just the two of them, enjoying the simple, quiet moments that came after everything they had been through.

And for the first time in a long time, everything felt... right.