Infinite Imagines

Sungyeol

Requested by @Queen_Nayeol hope you like it.

The path to the front door was nearly iced over and even the best of shoes couldn't protect his toes from the cold.

Sungyeol pulled his scarf a little tighter around his neck as he neared the warmth of the house, his outerwear naturally made heavier with raindrops and a slight chill overcoming him before he set foot through the door. The specific aroma of the house comforted him; it was a mixture of ground coffee and a hint of your perfume that seemed to please him because of its familiarity. The house was silent and undisturbed, hardly anything sounding but the heater as it made the plight of winter a bit more bearable. He knew you must have been home because you wouldn't miss a chance to fix your eyes in contemplation on one of the many great windows that separated you from the rain.

The rain had always been one of your favorite things.

The way it appeared so much less intrusive than the sun relaxed you and made you feel a calmness that was unattainable in it's absence. It felt as though your little pocket of inhabited space was unaffected by the frenetic energy that surrounded much of the outside world and the quiet bliss was all yours to absorb. The way the tiny water drops bombarded the glass on your window was far more picturesque to you than the harsh rays of the streaming sunlight, and you relished the days you had where you could simply fix your gaze on the outside from the warmth of your bedroom. You could conceal yourself underneath one of Sungyeol's large, relaxed sweaters and just daydream the hours away one after another. You didn't feel alone, especially when you dressed in his clothing; something about it made you feel close to him even when you were apart; and you knew such comfort even from a seemingly small action. Yes, days like this appeared more a fantasy than reality but you cherished them, as did he.

After routinely setting his belongings down onto the kitchen table, Sungyeol made quiet footsteps to your bedroom and found you sitting at your desk, as soft music filled the room and your train of thought began to derail. You placed a hand beneath your chin, him going unnoticed by you and watched the wind blow bitterly against the flimsy trees outside. His mood was relaxed and taken by the image of you sitting there, in his black, sheer sweater and day-old straightened hair that fell so easily over your shoulders. He watched contentedly as you looked down to the thoughts you had just written a few moments ago, the gentle light from the overcast clouds making it hard to fully distinguish the messy writing in your journal. Sighing and letting out a warm breath you drew a heart with your fingers on the foggy glass. And writing both of your initials inside you smiled a bit at how childish it seemed. 'If he saw this...' You thought oblivious to his whereabouts, 'I would never hear the end of it.'He could get very hell bent on the idea of you doting on him. The truth really was you were enraptured by him, and excessively so, but you kept most of those thoughts hidden and doted on him all to yourself when you expected he was least aware.

You smiled and came out of your daze, lifting your slouchy shoulders and sitting more upright in your chair. Leaning your head back, you let your hair fall behind the back rail and breathed in deep. It was a burden-less feeling you felt at that moment, free from any of the anxiety and fear that often ate away at you; and you hadn't felt that way in a long time. Often you used your mind to escape the certainty of the real world but that day the world didn't seem like such a difficult place, that day you rested in stillness.

Stretching your arms back you felt a soft touch of hands on your shoulders that shocked you before you un-tensed your muscles under the recognizable contact. 'He did say he would be home about now', you thought thankfully. You kept your eyes on him for a few seconds, remembering that it was your day for dinner and you had failed to pay it any attention.

Lifting the lids of your eyes, you saw Sungyeol looking down at you with a subtle but honest sense of affection. He pressed his hands into your shoulders, massaging them gently and letting more warmth overtake him when he saw you close your eyes again at his touch. He took your hair in his hands for a moment, feeling its silkiness in between his fingers and running them through your locks a few times over. He loved playing with your hair and the simple but clear bliss it brought to him when he had the opportunity to do so. Even being that close to you made his heart race as much as it did yours.