Precious [Seongsang]

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"DON'T TELL ME YOU HELPED A FUCKING STRANGER GETTING MY POOR, INNOCENT WOO, YOU FUCKING IDIOT! HE IS STILL HEARTBROKEN! HOW COULD YOU BETRAY ME LIKE THAT? I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME?!", my voice cracks and I begin to sob and hit Seonghwa, who definitely didn't expect that.

But after a few seconds he grabs my wrists and holds them in front of his chest. Now I can only scream in frustration, tears streaming out of my eyes.

"Could you please listen to me?", he softly asks, but I refuse to look at him, so he just sighs and continues: "I actually told him that Wooyoung has a girlfriend."

My head shoots up, our eyes meet.

"What?", I ask breathlessly, not believing my own ears. My eyes are wet from the tears I've shed and I feel a last one rolling down my cheek. Seonghwa is fast to catch it with his lips, resulting in him showering my face in kisses.

"It's alright", he mutters quietly, pecking my cheeks, nose and lips.

"I'm sorry... for... judging... too fast...", I mumble between his small kisses. The moment he finally lets go of my hands, I lock them in his hair, pulling my boyfriend closer to kiss him properly. My body presses onto his, his back still being pressed against the wall of our bedroom.

My hungry kisses are quite sloppy and I guess we're both just exhausted from the long day and the intense fight. Eventually Hwa pulls away, but I'm still not satisfied.

"Sangie", he mumbles, but I shut him up by kissing him aggressively. His head meets the wall, I can hear it, but I don't care at that point. My hands start wandering over his body, similar to what happened this morning, just a bit faster and more demanding. At least his body is still my property that I couldn't touch for hours.

I don't care that he tries to push me away, I just hold him tighter. My hands slip under his thin pullover, gripping his waist tightly. I suck on his lower lip, maybe a bit too harsh, because he winces. Finally, he responds by pulling me even closer. As I feel his hands on my ass I gasp lightly. He picks me up easily and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist, while my hands start messing up his hair again.

To me it doesn't matter where he moves us, but I let out a weird noise when he puts me on the kitchen counter, completely detaching from me. "Hwaa!", I whine, desperate to kiss him.

He just laughs at me, opening the fridge and taking the dinner I made out.

"You're not really gonna eat now, are you?", I continue whining, getting off the kitchen counter to move to him again, to touch him again. As my hand slips around his waist he turns around and suddenly he puts a spoon in front of my mouth.

"Eat", he says sternly. At first, I want to refuse but as I smell the self-made tomato soup, I automatically open my mouth for him to feed me. Next, he eats one spoon and then it's my turn again. That way we finish the whole pot.

Hwa smiles at me "I knew you were just hungry, babe. You'd always get moody if you skip a meal", he teases and I pout in return. "Maybe", I just murmur quietly and smile at him too.

As we lay in our bed together half an hour later, the little clock shows 1.32am. "Sleep well, Hwa", I whisper and get a "You too, Sangie. I love you." in return.