BUTTER;k.hyuk

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03.

dim day.

the streets look dismal.

monochromatic.

i feel sleepier than usual.
i miss her thigh suddenly.
the best pillow.

her fingers through my hair.

the walk sign signals.
I walk.
a pack of people with ambition,
places they need to be.

we cross together.

my phone rings in my pocket
i fish it out.

nai.

i exhale and answer.

"hello?"
"hi baby"
"hey. where you at?"
"on my way home.
my girls want to go out for
river's birthday tonight. atl— we'll be
spending the weekend there."

her girls.
the whole weekend?

"will i see you?"
"for a little bit, but i'll probably just be
heading out. come home early"

the whole weekend, alone.
while she's out with her friends.

always in her ear about how
shit i am.

nice.

"alright. i'll see you in the next hour"
"bye baby"

i get into the warm building.
take the stairs.

check the time.
i'm late.
-5 minutes.

the floor is loud.
around the corner i see there's a commotion.

"what's going on?" i ask, my voice carries.
the people disperse, they're crowded around one
computer.

a football game.

they probably expect that i'll yell.
i'm too tired to yell. 

i hang up my coat, tuck my
phone into my pants and
lock myself up in my office.

i'm nearly falling asleep.
20 minutes till i leave.

my assistant comes in to check on me.
"you hungry?" she asks,
"want coffee?"

i reject the offers.

10 minutes to go.

i'm slacking off.
my father's voice in my
head tells me i'm lazy
and won't succeed.

that gets me to work.

i drink coffee
rip it.

sprint to the finish.

i pack up my things.
swing the bag over my shoulder.
pull out my phone.

tell the office i'll be leaving early.
that's rare. they know it's rare.
their faces hold confusion but they
bid me well.

home. finally home.
this place we call ours.

although she technically still
lives with her parents, she is
here more than she is anywhere else.
home.

she hugs me before i can even take
off my shoes.
she hugs me long.
her hair smells so good.
her neck smells so good.
so warm. so her.
everything about her.

"can i take off my shoes now?"
she giggles and kisses me softly.

fúck the shoes.
my arms lace around her.
i kiss her deep, pull her in
close.

i kiss on her neck and make
her laugh.

"nai"
"hyuk"
"you really going to atlanta?"

she laughs and walks away.

she always does this.

i slip out of my shoes and follow.

she made dinner. it smells nice.
probably because she knows if
she leaves i won't eat properly.

"come on" i tell her.
"just because you don't like my
friends doesn't mean you can persuade me not to go out with them hyuk"
"you think that's what i'm trying to do?"
"well isn't it?"

she's right. i don't like her friends.
but even for a weekend. i hate being away from her.

i tell her that. she grins and kisses my cheek.
"boo hoo" she whispers to me. i roll my eyes as she
finds it hysterical.

"go out with your boys. go to the strip club. better yet,
clean your damn closet"
"you're doing me so dirty"
"well it's been a while since i've gone out hyuk. it's not like i'm this party animal that's out all the time."

she kisses my jaw,
then my lips.

i pull her in,
stare her down.

she knows i'm serious
but kisses me playfully.

"eat and go to sleep"
she tells me,
"this isn't as serious as you're making it. i have to do a lil packin"

i eat and watch her as she moves around the house putting her necessities into her gucci duffle bag.

"nai" i call, she stops and exhales, "yes, hyuk?"
"for real, you know i won't eat or sleep"

"really? when you went to bora bora for 2 weeks last month i didn't say anything..."

watching her stand there. she's gorgeous.
even when she's getting pissed at me.

she's wearing these fuzzy unicorn pajama pants
her hair is up in a bun at the top of her head.
she prefers her cartier frames over anything else.

i set my bowl on the coffee table and stand up
to approach her.

she rolls her eyes as my arms wrap around her waist and my lips touch her neck.
"mm, hyuk" she hums as my hand grasps her bottom and i use my open-mouth to kiss.

lips gliding,
rolling.

she sways her neck to the side, giving me further access.
i respect her wishes,
always.

i kiss her jaw with passion, then her cheek before her lips.
slowly.

this tender feeling inside me, exuded when i--

lay my lips on top of hers so lush and soft and smooth
and however else you would describe the petals of
a flower. .

any flower, all the flowers. she.

hold her, don't let go.
hold her, gentle. careful.
like she'll break. a glass. 

she's more.

no more complaint from her lips.

i take the duffle bag from her hands and set it aside.
selfish, but it's about me now.
what i need from her. i need her.

i pick the girl up from the floor.
she hates when i do that.

my eyes don't leave her.
she's in my lap.

"what do you want from me hyuk?" she whispers.

isn't it obvious?

obvious that i'm in **** with you?