You Belong With Me | Jeongcheol Fanfic

Chapter 84

As the day's events settled into the quiet hum of the night, Jeonghan and Seungcheol retreated to their bedroom, their sanctuary amidst the whirlwind of parenthood and plans. The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of a bedside lamp, its golden light casting long shadows across the walls. It was their moment to breathe, to reconnect after a day filled with excitement, love, and a touch of chaos.

Jeonghan walked over to his side of the bed, pulling back the sheets and settling in with a satisfied sigh. He glanced over at Seungcheol, who was tugging at the cuffs of his sleeves, the corners of his mouth turned up in a small smile. There was something about the way Seungcheol moved—unhurried, deliberate, and effortlessly magnetic—that always made Jeonghan's heart skip a beat.

"You know," Jeonghan started, leaning back against the headboard with a sly grin, "you were really good with Sumin today. He's already attached to you."

Seungcheol chuckled, sliding into bed beside him. "You think so? I was just trying to keep him from climbing onto the coffee table."

"Well, you did more than that," Jeonghan replied, shifting closer until their shoulders touched. "He adores you. And so do I."

Seungcheol turned to look at him, the playful sparkle in Jeonghan's eyes unmistakable. "You're laying it on thick tonight, huh?"

"Maybe," Jeonghan teased, his voice dropping slightly as he reached out to trace a finger along Seungcheol's jawline. "But I mean it."

Before Seungcheol could respond, Jeonghan leaned in, pressing his lips against his husband's in a kiss that was slow and deliberate. It was as if the weight of the day—the joy, the exhaustion, the love—poured into that moment, grounding them both.

Seungcheol responded with equal intensity, his hand coming up to cup Jeonghan's cheek, his thumb brushing softly against his skin. The kiss deepened, turning into a series of slow, languid kisses as they melted into each other, the world outside their bedroom fading away.

Jeonghan shifted, sliding his arms around Seungcheol's shoulders as he pressed closer, their bodies aligning effortlessly. He could feel Seungcheol's warmth, his steady heartbeat, and it was everything he needed to feel safe and cherished.

"You're really trying to distract me, aren't you?" Seungcheol murmured against Jeonghan's lips, his voice low and teasing.

"Is it working?" Jeonghan quipped, his grin evident even as he leaned in for another kiss.

Seungcheol didn't bother answering with words. Instead, he pulled Jeonghan down with him onto the bed, their laughter dissolving into a tangle of kisses and soft whispers. They took their time, savoring each other's presence in a way they hadn't been able to in days.

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The hours stretched on as they stayed close, stealing moments of intimacy that spoke of their love and trust. Jeonghan found himself running his fingers through Seungcheol's hair, marveling at how even in the quiet of their room, his husband could make him feel so alive.

Eventually, their passion softened into a peaceful quiet. Jeonghan rested his head on Seungcheol's chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing.

"I can't believe we're parents now," Jeonghan murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Seungcheol pressed a kiss to the top of Jeonghan's head. "Me neither. But we're in this together."

Jeonghan smiled, letting his eyes drift shut as Seungcheol's arms tightened around him. In that moment, everything felt perfect—complete. The journey ahead would be challenging, but for now, they had each other, and that was enough.