You Were My Love

Scene 115 - Rooms

Hello everyone!

Sorry for not being able to post as I wanted to last week (- end)!

Long story short, let's just say I had to deal with a close relative's unexpected heavy sugery, support a friend who hardly escaped from rape and, another friend's break down, and two funerals - no joke!

I hope your lives are full of happy and peaceful moments!

Take care!

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Sending love!

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Hae Wong let out a contented groan as he wearily stretched in front of his bathroom mirror.

After water-picking and brushing his teeth, he had roughly applied his night care.

He was finally able to relax and get some rest.

Here indeed was one of the advantages of long days and having to work late into nights.

He didn't have to come across his annoying bitchy wife in the corridor on their ways out of or to their rooms.

The politician flipped the comfy covers back onto his legs and hips. He folded his arms under his nape and stared into the distance.

He tried to fall asleep fast so as to get as much rest as possible.

More endless days were coming up.

But one thought was keeping him up.

Soon he'd be meeting his angel again.

He just couldn't wait.

In a way he was so unused to.

He felt excited like a small kid before going to a party, anticipating his next date with his boy.

Maybe he shouldn't think about it now, he almost chuckled.

He was dead tired but just the idea of meeting his precious love was getting him giddy and thrilled beyond words.

Seeing him. Holding him. Tight. In his arms. Hearing his giggles. Drowning in his eye smile.

Hae Wong's lips stretched.

Raking his fingers in the soft, fluffy hair. Pulling lightly at it while devouring his face and lips and skin and the rest of it with tender kisses...

Endless chats late into the night. Walks. Movie marathons. Lunches.

Recently things had been so heavenly.

More than great. More than perfect.

After his nightmarish experience in China, the politician had gone for a totally new strategy.

Going low on gifts and show off, but going higher on dates and cuddling.

Relaxed, carefree, simple dates.

Walking together in parks, holding hands.

Watching movies while snuggling.

Driving Jimin to or back from his rarer rehearsals, just to be able to squeeze and nuzzle and peck him for a couple more minutes on the back seat.

Having lunch together on working days, and playing footsie at the restaurant, flirting shamelessly until waiters blushed too.

Sleeping in on their day off just to be able to smooch and canoodle and smother each other with gooing tenderness.