Don't Blame Me || Jeongcheol

EPILOGUE

The morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting golden patterns across the sheets, but the warmth seeping into Jeonghan’s skin had little to do with the sun.

It was the heat of the body pressed against his, the slow rise and fall of Seungcheol’s chest against his spine, the solid weight of his arm draped possessively around his waist.

The soft exhale of breath against the back of his neck sent slow, curling warmth down his spine, the kind that made his fingers twitch against the sheets.

A part of him still marveled at it. Three years ago, he wouldn’t have imagined waking up like this, tangled in the arms of the man who had once been nothing more than a frustrating presence in his life. His body aching in a way that left no room for doubt about what had happened the night before.

Now, Seungcheol was his home.

Just as he contemplated slipping out of bed, the arm around him tightened, pulling him back into the firm, unyielding heat of Seungcheol’s chest.

“Stay.” Seungcheol’s voice was rough with sleep, low and husky against his skin. The sound alone sent shivers skittering down Jeonghan’s spine, pooling heat in his stomach.

“I was planning on getting up.” Jeonghan murmured, but even he didn’t believe the words. His body betrayed him, already melting back into Seungcheol’s warmth.

Seungcheol hummed in amusement, his lips brushing against Jeonghan’s shoulder, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to the bare skin. “Don’t.”

His mouth lingered, hot and teasing, as he dragged his lips along the curve of Jeonghan’s neck, his breath fanning against his skin. When his teeth scraped lightly against the sensitive spot beneath his jaw, Jeonghan sucked in a sharp breath, the heat in his stomach twisting into something heavier, deeper.

Seungcheol’s hand slid down, fingers tracing the dip of his waist before settling on his hip. His grip was firm, possessive, his thumb stroking over the waistband of Jeonghan’s shorts, dipping just beneath the fabric in a way that made Jeonghan’s breath stutter.

“Cheol…” Jeonghan whispered, his voice betraying him.

Seungcheol smirked against his skin, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Hmm?”

“You’re-” Jeonghan inhaled sharply when Seungcheol nipped at his pulse, sucking lightly before soothing the mark with his tongue.

His fingers skimmed lower, teasing along the edge of fabric, before gripping Jeonghan’s thigh and pulling it back against his own.

“You’re distracting me.” Jeonghan managed, but his voice came out breathless, the words barely holding any weight.

“That’s the point.”

Before Jeonghan could respond, Seungcheol moved, rolling them effortlessly until Jeonghan was beneath him, his body pressed flush against the mattress, pinned beneath the heat and weight of Seungcheol’s frame.

Dark eyes met his, filled with something raw and intense, something that made Jeonghan’s stomach tighten, his breath hitch in his throat. Seungcheol’s fingers traced slow, deliberate paths along his exposed skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

Then Seungcheol leaned in, capturing Jeonghan’s lips in a kiss that was deep, unhurried, utterly consuming.

Jeonghan gasped softly, his fingers tangling into Seungcheol’s hair as their mouths moved together, slow and deliberate, his lips parting under the gentle coaxing of Seungcheol’s tongue. The taste of him warm, familiar, intoxicating, made Jeonghan’s head spin, made him arch up into the kiss, chasing more.