oh frick SEVENTEEN

scoups cuddlez part 3

When I felt consciousness take hold of me again, I surrounded by unfamiliar but comforting warmth. Through my closed lids, I could tell it was still dark. Likely the middle of the night. My tongue flicked out to lick my lips while opening my eyes.

I was oriented toward the other side of the room, my arms clutching a blanket. The clouds from earlier in the night had finally disappeared letting the bright moonbeams in.

A deep breath entered my lungs as I continued to wake up. A wave of warm air caressed my collarbone and I glanced down to see familiar dark eyelashes. My breath hitched when I realized I wasn't holding a blanket, but Seungcheol.

I attempted to move my right hand to rub my eyes, but froze to see it trapped beneath his head. Biting the inside of my cheek, I weighed out my situation and options.

My heart was pounding from being so close to Seungcheol, but I couldn't convince myself to pry him off of me. It was the middle of the night, so wandering around the house wasn't the smartest of ideas. A small sigh exited me, concluding that I should stay attached to Seungcheol.

His body suddenly stirred, shifting his hold on my waist. I assumed he would slide his arms out and abandon me, but instead placed an unexpected kiss on the underside of my jaw.

My heart thumped as he asked in a low voice, "Are you awake?"

A smile stretched over my face, another kiss settling on my neck. My heart fluttered with every placement of his lips. His kisses became softer and longer, trailing over my skin. Lips tickled the corner of my jaw, making my mind become bleary and clouded. Seungcheol tightened his hold on my body, pulling me closer with his strong hands and splaying his fingers over my back. A simple tongue flicked out, touching the point of my collarbone, causing me to gasp. I intertwined my fingers in his soft hair, yanking gently. He sucked in a quick breath at my tugging, sliding his face up to mine. Our noses touched.

"I know I shouldn't do this," he began, his breath taunting my lips, "I know you hate me."

The memory of the realization I had last night flooded back into my mind. I never had hated Seungcheol. It was more complicated than that. I loved him, and that love was strong enough to make me misinterpret all of the strange feelings that filled my body whenever I saw him.

A weary chuckle escaped as I pressed my forehead to his, "No, not anymore."

Our lips met slowly, painfully slow, but it was worth the wait. My hands slid down to hold his face and I rubbed gently circles with my thumbs. His own warm hands moved to my waist, holding and squeezing ever so gently, a rush running through my body. I shifted, barely biting his bottom lip. The corners of his mouth turned up.

The sound of our lips parting was audible in the silent room. Seungcheol held tight to my waist, but his entire being has relaxed. My lips felt swollen and my cheeks where flushed.

Seungcheol smiled, "I would kiss you more," his eyes met mine, "but I'm dead tired." His eyes fluttered shut and his hands slipped from my waist to my stomach.

I let out a loud laugh, "Such a sudden attitude change."

A grin lit up his face, "Would you like to," he wiggled his eyebrows, "sleep with me?"

I pushed against his chest, "You think you're so funny." he let out a short laugh.

We both laid on our backs, but Seungcheol still held onto my waist with a single arm. I closed my eyes, feeling the same exhaustion as Seungcheol did.

"Goodnight, Cheolie." I said quietly before letting myself sleep. Seungcheol squeezed for a moment, then relaxed and the both of is slept peacefully together.