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ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙𝟛

(A/N: Hey, hi, how are ya? I hope you guys are ready for this shitshow to carry on because I definitely am. Buckle up, kids, this rollercoaster isn't over yet. (((((; )

[ ᴛᴡᴏ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ... ]

The grains of sand between his fingers felt like he was running his hand over a blanket of silk, and the air was filled with a white noise of the tide rushing upon the shore. A brackish wind caressed his skin, flowing through the fabric of the sheer white shirt that hung loosely on his shoulders, collarbones exposed. The strands of his blonde hair cascaded down into his eyes like a curtain, shielding his eyes from the burning sun hanging high in the sky.

When Hongjoong needed to clear his mind or he needed a moment to himself, he would come and sit in the sand, gazing out upon the empty horizon and allowing himself to disconnect even if it was only for a few moments. He could sit out there for hours upon hours if he wanted to.

The past two years had been stressful in some parts, but they were happy years nonetheless, as any marriage was. He didn't regret even for a moment going back to Seonghwa, regardless of the flaws and mistakes he made. Seonghwa had finally lived up to the promises he made, Hongjoong always came first, no matter what, and that made them develop a better sense of understanding between each other. They had never been closer than they are now, and Hongjoong could honestly admit that he was happy. He was still the husband of a notorious businessman, but no one could see Seonghwa the way that he did.

Someone plopped into the sand right beside Hongjoong, snapping him out of the daze he entranced himself with. He turned his head, laying his eyes upon the man he had married all those years ago. Every time Hongjoong saw him, it was like gazing upon his beauty for the first time. His charcoal hair was brushed back from his face, exposing the ethereal visuals. His cheeks were slender with a gentle protrusion of his cheekbones, the perfect, slender nose, and those plump lips that felt like clouds every time he kissed him. When their eyes met, he could feel every nerve ending flutter with excitement, it was intoxicating.

"Do you know what today is, Joongie?" Seonghwa questioned in a gentle tone of voice, grabbing Hongjoong's hand and interlocking their fingers together. He brought his lover's hand to his lips, kissing each of his knuckles softly.

Joongie... It drove him absolutely mad when Seonghwa called him that. He would say it with such love behind his voice, he swore he would melt right then and there.

Trying to keep himself from just exploding from the emotions vibrating in his chest, Hongjoong made a slight frown with his eyebrows. He raked through the thoughts in his head, trying to think of the possible significance that the day had, but nothing came to his mind.

The blonde-haired male just shook his head slightly, giving a gentle shrug of his shoulders. "It's a Sunday..?"

Seonghwa's lips spread into a pearly white smile, his eyes squinting slightly as he let out an amused laugh. "You're always the one to remember dates so well... You really don't remember what today is?"