Where Have You Bean? | Yong Hoon x Reader

5 | Lingering

YH: "But do you know what I think is most beautiful about you...?"

He closes his eyes as he rests his forehead against yours and sways you with a light rhythm.

"What?"

YH: "This."

He places his hand over your heart. He opens his eyes and they sparkle under his half-lidded stare.

"I want to know you. Everything about you. What you look like when you first wake up before you buy your morning coffee," you both chuckled, "when you're concentrated doing something you love, when you're angry and frustrated, when you feel the loneliness setting in when you sit on this couch for too long on your own and start to miss someone, when you're in love with someone..."

"You want to see all of that?"

YH: "Everything."

His eyes plead yours for permission. He is asking you to let him into the deepest rooms of your mind, to let your subconscious feel safe cracking your skin open to reveal all of the life that resides inside of you. And what surprises you the most about the moment is that you realize you had never been asked permission by someone else to grant them access to what wholly belonged to you.

People usually stole pieces of you and never bothered to return them, but today, there is a person who kindly begs for your approval before venturing into the territory your heart controls.

"Yes," was all you could manage to say.

Yes, he has your trust. Yes, he can learn all he wants about you. Yes, you want to know just as much about him as he was going to learn about you.

As your lips meet each other like waves crashing upon the shore, coming forward and receding with natural energy, you knew this all felt right. Peeling each item of clothing off of your bodies was like demolishing the walls strangers build between each other. Your bodies wrapping around each other, like desiring to merge two hearts into one. Skin pressed against the skin, friction never felt so good. He wants you just as much as you do of him. He fills you in a way no one else had ever before, and you could not contain the urge to murmur his name over and over again as if every time you did, it could bring him closer to you. And like you, he answers back, saturating every syllable of your name with a beauty you had never known existed within them. He breathes a new life into you, and you take it all in with your arms wrapped around his shoulders, and his encasing you against your couch so that all you could see was the sparkle in his half-lidded eyes and glitter of the sweat trailing down his jaw and feel his tensed huffs of breath above your neck.

But from above, he looks even more beautiful. From above, you can see his hungry eyes, and desperate lips that desire you in every way, yet you are the one who then has all control over how much receives. But you are not usually so cruel, and he sings your name in his velvet, rich voice when it came to your turn to return the affections. And while sometimes you need to break away from him to catch a few needed breathes, he immediately pleads for your lips to come back. He isn't afraid to ask for what he wants, though he asks without words. You knew that in the way his fingers brushes against your bare chest and neck are requests that you came back closer to him again, even though the distance is not that far at all. So you would indulge him, by planting well-deserved kisses all over him until he is satisfied, at least at that moment.

You both reach your limits with tensed sighs. He falls back against the cushions in exhaustion, his cheeks glowing pink, strands of hair stuck to his forehead with sweat. He did not look away from you, a tired, but brilliant smile forming across his lips. And at that moment, he looked perfect.

With your two forefingers, on his chest, you traced the outlines of the heart you see so often on the top of the lattes he would give you. The outline of one heart, and then trace another and then another, continuing lower and lower down his stomach.

When he understood what you were drawing, he released a breathy chuckle and raised his chest up to meet you, lips hovering in front of yours, his hands supporting himself up.

YH: "Is it bad," he whispered, "that I still feel like I want more of you even though I have you now?"

You kissed him, hands cupping his cheeks. He breathes in deeply, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"It sounds to me, you have an addiction, Yong Hoon-ah."

You grinned against his lips.

YH: "I might. What do you think I should do about it...?"

"Indulge in it until you tire of it."

YH: "I'm afraid that this addiction might be even stronger than my addiction for coffee..." his lips caressed your neck, his fingers slowly tracing onto your chest the same pattern you drew on him. "I don't know if this one would ever tire me out."

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