↱SEMPITERNAL↲ ⇾seongjoong⇽

thirty five

Present Day, Seoul.

The days Hongjoong spends filming content and producing new songs are the days Seonghwa realizes how much it bothers him to be without Hongjoong.

He didn't think it would matter, he's only going for five and a half days, and they're already long distance without the distance.

Far from everyday kisses and hand holding and cuddles and regular couple stuff.

He thought it couldn't be that different, but it is.

It's like something's missing from him.

That feeling he gets when he's halfway to the airport, antsy, like he's forgotten something.

Or when he does the pocket pat down and he can't feel his phone.

Or when he's absently climbing upstairs and he thinks there's another step left to climb but there isn't, his foot is falling through air and back to the ground, lower than he expects it to be.

His stomach does The Drop.

For a moment he's baffled, and for another, he's betrayed.

That's what he feels when he looks around for Hongjoong's sleepy eyes and he can't find them.

It's shit when all he can do is watch him on TV, skin oddly prickly when he sees him being a right fucking gentleman filming solo content, half proud, half insecure.

Really, really shit when he's asked to dance Bubble Pop on Idol Radio, and a couple of days later, someone tells him that Hongjoong said the first thing he'd do when he gets a half decent wifi connection is watch him dance to the OG hoe anthem.

Yes, that's funny, and yeah it's cute, but it makes him miss Hongjoong so awfully he wants to slap himself.

What kind of self respecting man, he thinks.

He can't possibly finish that thought because he's starting to realize maybe he's not quite as self respecting as he thought he was.

All he wants to do is cuddle up to Hongjoong and whine about him going away for so long.

But all of it reaches its natural conclusion when he finally sees Hongjoong again, back in the dorm, and it hits him so hard he reels.

How much he wanted to meet his sleepy eyes from across the room and share a small smile, how much he wanted to be with him in their own strange way.

All of it is okay again, when Hongjoong backs him up against the bathroom sink and kisses him lazy and slow, skin hot, mouth hot, straining at the seams with how bad he wants to kiss him, but firm in his decision to relish this.

Not too fast, not after how long he's waited.

Lazy and slow, dizzying.

A soft little "Missed you," whispered once between kisses.

All of what he felt is okay, because Hongjoong felt it, too.

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1949, Seoul.

It's that time of year already, he thinks.