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ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙

What does the word "serenity" mean to you? Does it mean total peace? A sense of tranquility? Free from stress? Or is it simply a feeling that you get when you're with someone? Tenderly holding their hand, whispering sweet nothings in each other's ear, the graze of their touch against your skin, the sound of their soft breathing, the way their lips curl into a plump smile, the sparkle in their eyes as they gaze into yours, the smooth resonance of their voice when they speak...

"What are you writing, little one?" A pair of silky lips pressed against the skin of Hongjoong's ear, the warm breath sending a shiver down the length of his spine.

The soft sounds of tapping against the keyboard came to a halt when a pair of arms wrapped around his torso from behind, the lips against his ear traveled down the sensitive spot of his neck. Hongjoong let out a tired giggle, closing his eyes for a moment as he took the flesh of his bottom lip between his teeth and bit down softly.

"Just emphasizing my thoughts into an article entry as usual," Hongjoong replied in a soft tone, soon turning around to face the beautiful man he called his husband. 

Seonghwa's black hair was slightly messy, a gentle show of bags under his eyes from waking up out of a dead sleep. His torso was completely bare, exposing the honey tone of his smooth skin. A pair of grey sweatpants hung lowly upon his hips without a pair of boxers, any lower and there wouldn't be any room left for imagination.

Seonghwa got down upon his knees in front of Hongjoong, grabbing ahold of his lover's dainty hands and bringing them to his lips to place gentle kisses upon each knuckle. "Do you even realize what time it is?"

The computer screen in the corner of their bedroom was the only source of light that dimly lit up the room. It was a bit smaller than the bedroom they previously had, but it definitely didn't lack the sense of elegance that Hongjoong had been accustomed to.

The floor was made of white granite with streaks of gold, a king-sized bed with white and gray sheets sat in the middle of the room with a set of grey nightstands on each side. One whole wall of the room was just storage space for clothing and other items. The opposite side of the closet was a large window that looked out upon a whole field of black rose bushes. Their new home was more of the outskirts of Paris rather than within city limits, which was ideal for them because they wanted to stay away from the buzzing city life. 

The past eight months of their new life together was absolutely perfect. Hongjoong started a new website for himself, now writing articles about the meanings of life, how his thoughts worked, his opinion on things, basically anything that was on his mind at the moment. Although he had a problem with not being able to sleep, so he would often stay up all night tapping away at his keyboard. Seonghwa got a new job within the city working at the side of one of his father's former colleagues, who was just as a successful businessman as his father used to be. With Hongjoong working all night on his computer, it would often awake Seonghwa even when he had to work early in the morning.

"No... I hadn't even bothered to look at the time. Did I wake you again?" Hongjoong questioned in a small voice as he made a weird voice.

"It's 3:30 in the morning, Joong... And yes, you woke me, but you know that I don't mind much." Seonghwa gave a tired smile before letting go of Hongjoong's hands to stand up. "Come to bed, little one."

"But, Seonghwa..."

"You need your beauty sleep, and I need my beauty sleep. Come on." Seonghwa reached out a hand to the smaller male, tilting his head to the side slightly.

"But if I don't finish this now and go to bed, I'll completely lose my inspiration to-"

Hongjoong was quickly cut off by Seonghwa suddenly bending down and wrapping his arms around his waist. Before he could even protest, Seonghwa had lifted him over his shoulder and started to carry him over towards the bed.