Summary:
joohyun really likes to smell seungwan.
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joohyun really likes to smell seungwan.
she shouldn't be surprised—joohyun is incredibly sensitive to smell, after all. but the number of times she's felt joohyun sniffing her neck whenever they hug is honestly too high to count. it wouldn't really be wrong to call it an obsession at this point, she thinks.
her favourite thing to do happens whenever seungwan has her hair tied up in a bun: eventually seungwan will find herself being tugged backwards into joohyun's arms as she begins nuzzling her nape. she won't let seungwan go either, not until she gets several lungfuls of her smell.
it sends tingles up along seungwan's spine every time, and she's always flustered whenever it happens. protesting softly, even as she never really tries pulling away. an admittedly half-hearted attempt.
it happens again one morning when seungwan is trying to prepare lunch. emphasis on trying. she has joohyun glued to her back greatly derailing her efforts with her wandering hands, and seungwan should be used to this by now with how often she finds herself in this position, but that seems truly impossible considering the way her heart is practically pounding in her ears.
joohyun has her pressed between herself and the kitchen island as she noses along the nape of her neck, which is exposed save for a few stray wisps of baby hair. seungwan almost wants to whine, pausing in her chopping of ingredients. she loves joohyun, and she loves touching joohyun, and she also loves when joohyun touches her. but doesn't she know this is a safety haphazard to both the kitchen and her heart?
"unnie," seungwan finally mumbles in weak protest, her cheeks burning when she feels a pair of soft hands sliding beneath her hoodie to cradle her hips. a shiver runs down her spine as fingers begin absentmindedly tracing the sensitive skin just above her sweats, light and teasing.
"hmm?" joohyun hums in partial acknowledgment, her tone too innocent. every soft exhale sends a warm puff of air against the back of seungwan's neck, which in turn causes seungwan's head to go fuzzy and lose any coherent train of thought.
she can barely concentrate, feeling her neck burn from where joohyun keeps prodding against so insistently. following her even when she tries to crane her head forward and away. "i can't focus like this," she admits in a small voice. a pout forms on her lips when joohyun lets out a laugh.
"do you want me to stop?" she murmurs in amusement. her hands finally still in their aimless roaming of her skin.
it's a brief reprieve seungwan knows is meant to help her be less distracted for at least a moment to think, except it does the complete opposite. because now she's getting distracted by the searing heat of those hands resting on the plane of her stomach, weighing down on every rise and fall of her chest. and there's a small part inside of her wishing they would move a little higher. or lower.
"seungwan-ah," joohyun says, voice filled with mirth.
seungwan quickly snaps back to attention, feeling her cheeks redden as she clears her throat and ignores the little chuckle it elicits from behind her ear. "uh," she says intelligently, faltering, but then joohyun's fingers twitch against her skin, and suddenly that spurs her forward. "i mean, you feel really nice—your hands! your hands feel really nice, and just you in general, and you don't have to—i mean if you don't want to, if you'd like, i don't—i don't mind," seungwan finishes weakly.
too used to her rambling and always patient as ever, joohyun just smiles. her hands slowly trail upwards, and she hears seungwan suck in a sharp breath as her thumbs brush against the underside of her chest, fingers splayed out along her rib cage. "so no?" she asks in a low voice, beginning to crowd closer against her back.
