Autumn Angel | JHS ✔

.twenty-five.

No words are said out loud. Nothing floats in the air except for raw emotion holding hands with understanding. My hands reach up and cup the back of his neck while Hoseok's grip on my waist tightens as he pulls me closer. Something wet glides across my lip before entering my mouth and I allow Hoseok to take full control of the kiss, trusting every movement and every touch, knowing that with everything he was doing, he did with good intentions. 

"You are so beautiful," he says, finally breaking the silence. 

My lips break away from his, gasping for air, before shifting to the corner of his jaw. Hoseok's fingers dig into my waist as I suck and nibble underneath his chin and then move down to run my tongue along the elegant line of his collar bones. 

"Angel," he rasps out, sliding his hands up my torso to dig his fingers into my hair, grabbing the back of my head to guide my lips back up to his. The kiss is aggressive and unfiltered and purely raw as we try to express this intense feeling inside of us, begging to be released and understood in some way. My center of gravity shifts when I lean back and Hoseok guides me down, almost subconsciously making sure I don't hit the ground with too much force. 

"You are so beautiful," he repeats, the sound caught in the back of his throat, almost coming out as a harsh growl. "You are so beautiful." 

The ground is cold beneath me, but Hoseok's warmth allows me to forget about any inconveniences. My hands move up and down his shoulders, arms, down the sides of his ribs and to his waist. I tug at the hem of his shirt and with a telepathic message between us sent, Hoseok reaches behind him with one hand to slide the fabric off. I trace a finger down the middle of his chest, brushing my fingers over the faint line of abs making me even crazier. Slender fingers roughly grab mine and pin them on the floor above my head. Hoseok's other hand slides the hem of my top up, revealing the caramel skin of my stomach. His lips meet mine one more time before he shifts down to slide his tongue up my center, sucking on the skin when the bunched up cloth of my shirt blocks him from continuing further. 

I stare down at him, my chest moving up and down as I breathe heavily. Hoseok's lips continue to move over my skin when his eyes shift up to meet mine. I nearly fall apart at the ardor clouding the brown pools. 

"Hermosa." 

It's a term I've never heard before but the way his sultry voice pierces the air and his tongue rolls off the sound has me gasping for air. He moves back up again and our lips search for each other. My body is on fire. It feels like I'm elevating off of the ground and floating away from Earth. The line between materialistic and abstract blurs until the two concepts blend into one. I'm no longer able to think, no longer able to concentrate on anything else other than Hoseok's lips moving over mine and our skin gliding against each other. 

When the ringtone of an incoming call slices through the air and I come crashing back down to Earth, I almost scream out of frustration. Hoseok mutters his own string of curses and I nearly laugh, having never heard him say such vulgar words before. 

"I'm so sorry, Angel," he says, pressing his lips against mine and then on my forehead, before moving away. I feel like crying as I sit up and watch him fumble through the pockets of his coat before holding up his phone and accepting the call. 

"What, hyung?" He's frustrated and angry, and the syllables are snappy and short. Although I'm frustrated as well, I still stifle a laugh caused from the entertaining reaction. "Yeah, I'm fine, sorry. Just tired, I guess. It's been a long day." 

A smile starts to spread on my face as I get up to my feet and walk over to Hoseok to wrap my arms around him, his torso still bare and warm. Hoseok wraps an arm around my waist and kisses the top of my head. 

"Yeah, I finished. Sorry for not sending them in, I got a little distracted. I'll send them in by tomorrow." Hoseok doesn't even say bye before hanging up and placing his phone on the breakfast table. "I am so sorry, Angel," he says, resting his forehead on mine. 

I laugh. "I would be lying if I said I wasn't disappointed. But it's okay, really. Do you have to go?" 

Hoseok's skin breaks contact with mine and he tilts his head as he stares at the clock. "Technically I don't have to send it in until tomorrow, and tomorrow officially starts in two hours. It only takes fifteen minutes to get to my studio if I take a taxi and then five minutes to send my files so I don't need to leave until 11:30. 11:40 if I really want to push it, which I probably will." 

I laugh and shake my head at his logic. My hands absentmindedly dance over his skin and I watch as they trace over his elbows and then up to his biceps. 

"Careful, Angel," Hoseok says darkly. 

My cheeks grow warm and I flash him a shy smile before grabbing his hand and leading him to the couch. Hoseok picks up his shirt on the way and I force myself to keep in a pout when he covers his toned upper body. 

"Disappointed?" Hoseok asks with a knowing smirk. 

I laugh and snuggle into his side. "Perhaps." 

He chuckles and wraps an arm around my shoulders. 

"What was that word you said earlier?" I ask, dying to know. 

"What word?" 

I rub my ear. "Hermosa?" 

Hoseok chuckles. "Ah, hermosa." 

I shudder at the sound of the word again. 

"It means "beautiful" in Spanish. I've had to pick up basic phrases of the language while going on world tours. Should I learn more Spanish for you if you like it that much?" 

I giggle. "Maybe. Although shouldn't you perfect English first?" 

"Ouch. Tough blow." 

"Oh, my apologies," I say sarcastically. 

He chuckles and I swoon at the sound. "English is hard, Angel." 

"Great, we can start lessons today," I reply, slipping into the language. 

Hoseok's arm around me tightens. "Don't do that," he says. "You sound way too sexy when you speak English." 

I look up at him and grin. "What are you going to do about it?" The question is continued in English.

Quickly, Hoseok bends down and meets my lips with his. "You should stop, Angel, or I won't be able to restrain myself further." 

I laugh. "I might just continue if that's the reaction I get," I say, switching over to Korean again. 

Hoseok just silently kisses the top of my head in response and then leans forward to grab a lollipop off the coffee table in front of us. They were the leftover complimentary lollipops I had received yesterday at the mall. I shake my head. It was crazy to think that that was just yesterday. I touch the clear bracelet on my wrist as I think. 

"Today has been so crazy," I say, staring at the blank TV screen in front of us. 

"For all of us. This is new territory that no one has really ventured into before. We'll get through it though. Together." 

The crinkling of the wrapper can be heard and Hoseok places the lollipop in his mouth while balling up the paper and shoving it into his pockets. I close my eyes and the feeling of finally giving myself a break is so nice, my entire body slackens and breaks form. 

"Sing," I mumble. I meant to ask it as a request but it comes out as a demand and Hoseok laughs softly. 

Time disappears and everything turns into a haze. The last thing I remember is the gentle sway as Hoseok picks me up into his arms, the creak of my mattress as I get placed onto the surface, the fading away of warm singing, soft lips pressing against my forehead, and the whispered phrase, "Goodnight, Angel."