Put A Spell On Me (a verkwan fic)

Chapter Twenty One: Stolen Acorns Represent Life

It's only when the clouds shift past the window and the sunlight filters in through the half-closed blinds into the otherwise dim room, and only when the small bells of the windchime on the other side of the glass starts to ring a quiet melody, only then that Hansol began to awaken.

The bed creaked quietly as he slowly rolled over onto his left side, his eyes still refusing to open. His arm stretched out and fell over the warm figure next to him. There was a soft sound, and then the rustle of sheets right before a tuft of soft hair was tickling the spot right under his nose.

"Mhm."

Hansol blinked, his eyes slowly flitting open. He pulled back a tiny bit, wanting to see what it was that was amusing him.

Seungkwan was next to him, his face inches away from his own. His cheek was pressed up against the pillow underneath him, and his hair was falling messily over his eyes. The gash across his forehead had turned into a small scar, and the bruise on his neck he hadn't noticed earlier had faded from a dark red to light purple.

Seungkwan didn't deserve those scars. They were never meant to be there. They were an ugly mark of dark magic on a beautiful human, and Hansol wished they would disappear.

In a brief moment of his sleepy state, he reached over and softly pushed Seungkwan's hair off his forehead, tucking a strand behind his ear. Seungkwan must have felt it, because he began to stir in his sleep.

Hansol pulled his hand away, but Seungkwan had already pulled himself closer so he was against Hansol, his head tucked under the younger's chin.

"Good morning," came the warm greeting.

Hansol angled his head so he could see Seungkwan clearly.

"Morning," he replied.

As far as Hansol could see - and he couldn't see much from this angle - Seungkwan was smiling contently. 

"Should I move?" Seungkwan asked.

"This is fine."

Seungkwan hummed happily and buried his face into the crook of Hansol's neck, his hand bunched up in the front of Hansol's shirt. Hansol could feel his breath against his skin. He wondered if Seungkwan could feel his heartbeat.

"How do you feel?" he asked. The clouds shifted past the window one more time and caused the light in the room to grow dim again.

"Everything still hurts," Seungkwan replied peacefully. "But not as much as last night, I think."

"That's good. Try not to move too much." He paused. "Are you hungry?"

"Kind of."

"How about I go make breakfast?"

"That'd be nice."

Hansol turned so he was lying on his back in an effort to get out of bed, making Seungkwan scowl and throw his arm across Hansol's torso.

"Not yet," Seungkwan said, shifting closer so he was pressed against Hansol's side. "You're warm."

"Seungkwan-"

The older witch giggled softly, the arm around Hansol's waist growing a little snugger. "We can eat after this. Stay like this for a moment."

"Seriously?"

"I'm hurt, I need care. This is self-care."

"Fine," Hansol said, giving in and wrapping an arm around Seungkwan, pulling him into a warm embrace. "But only for a moment."