Afternoon Delight
It wasn’t how Yonghwa envisioned spending his first afternoon off in months.
Nevermind that Seohyun was spending that afternoon with him, nevermind also that he and Seohyun were currently alone in his room that afternoon, and most of all nevermind that Seohyun was currently sitting on his lap, their faces just mere centimeters apart.
To others, it would’ve been a shocking sight, too sexy for someone with a pure and innocent image like his Seohyun. Who would have guessed that the national girl group’s youngest would be straddling her not-so-secret boyfriend and is actually enjoying what she was doing?
But, then again, in Yonghwa’s mind - nevermind all those.
The past few minutes that they were in that position Seohyun was doing nothing else but map his face according to the new book she was reading about face reading. He had always known about Seohyun’s penchant for self help books and general knowledge but, he felt that it was getting ridiculous. Much as he wanted to do some other, more fun things while his girlfriend was sitting on his lap, he had to keep still as she tried to figure out the meaning of the parts of his face.
“Can you try to stop fidgeting for a few seconds, Oppa?” Seohyun’s voice sounded annoyed as she turned to consult her book again.
He groaned, “You’re the one who should stop fidgeting. All those fidgets you’re doing are the cause of my fidgeting.”
She rolled her eyes and cupped his cheeks to still his face, “You agreed to this, didn’t you?”
Yonghwa wasn’t exactly sure that he did when all he could remember was Seohyun’s sashaying hips while she came towards him and pushed him onto the couch in his room. She might’ve been saying something at that time and probably she wasn’t swaying her hips too much but, he missed spending time with her too much he couldn’t pay attention too much to external details.
To him, that afternoon, Seo Joohyun looked exceptionally delectable. All white skin and curves, wearing nothing but a pair of sinfully short shorts and a tank top. But apparently, he was the only one with a one-track mind that day. So, because of his inattention to what she was saying, he was stuck in the most delightful position in a most undelightful situation.
“This is fascinating,” he heard Seohyun say, “you seem to really fit the golden ratio proportions for the face. We should probably get a ruler later to try solving for these measurements listed in the book. Or easier still, we should try overlaying Queen Nefertiti’s mask measurements over a photo of you.”
Yonghwa’s face scrunched up. It wasn’t that he didn’t know who Queen Nefertiti was but, her ideas was getting more incredulous by the second and they are wasting precious minutes that could’ve been utilized by catching up with each other, among other more exciting things.
His musings were cut short when he felt Seohyun thumbing his philtrum. She switched fingers after a few seconds, murmuring to herself.
“What now?”
Seohyun tilted her head slightly to the side, “You have a very well-defined philtrum, you know.”
“And?”
“And,” she adjusted her position on his lap, earning another pained groan from Yonghwa, “that explains a lot of things.”
“What things?”
For the first time that afternoon, Seohyun’s lips curved into a smile, “It means that you have great vitality and endurance.”
“Okay…”
“Sexually.”
“Ah.”
Yonghwa sat, trying to the digest the information he just received. He didn’t know that philtrums have significance other than serving as a defining point for lips.
“So.”
“So?”
Seohyun lifted her book up, covering the gap between their faces and began to read out loud, “It says here that the depth of the philtrum also determines how many children a person can produce. Huh. Fascinating.”
Glad for the cover the book provided, he rolled his eyes and decided that his afternoon should not be left to waste studying his face and should probably be spent practicing for what the book stated. He began to rub Seohyun’s thighs gently up and down, planning to distract the girl away from her reading.
But apparently, he was mistaken. A mirror replaced the book between their faces as Seohyun began to study her own philtrum.
“Mine is not as deep as yours,” Seohyun put the mirror down and thrust her face towards his. Yonghwa’s eyes travelled towards her pink lips, dreaming about the things he can do to those at that very instant. “Oppa, look, look at it.” Just as the moment he tilted his head to capture her lips, she pulled away ever so slightly from him, looking oblivious to the things that he was trying to do.
Yonghwa stifled a groan and rested his head on the back of the couch. He had always supported whatever Seohyun wanted to do but, today, it was draining much of his patience to keep up with her. Was it too bad that he just wanted to make up for the time they spent away from each other and just ravish her? SNSD’s Japan tour has been taking up so much of their time together and CNBLUE’s upcoming world tour is looming over their heads and he wanted to make the most from the snatches of time that they can have together.
“If I’m correct about my predictions, 5 should be about right.”
He lifted his head to look at Seohyun, who was nodding to herself, ponytail bouncing up and down as if mocking him about his frustrations. He decided that the best course of action was to take matters into his own hands. So, he reached out towards her head and pulled her hair tie down, sending waves and waves of her fragrant hair cascading on her shoulders.
His delectable angel.
“Omo, what are you doing?” Her eyes widened.
“Just admiring you. You look cute thinking hard like that,” he smiled, proud of his simple handiwork.
Seohyun shook her head, trying to arrange her hair and, sighed, “Oppa, you’re too distracted. I was computing how many kids our combined philtrum sizes could produce.”
“Children?”
“Yes,” she gestured towards her book, “because mine is not as deep as yours, 5 should be just the right amount, if I computed correctly. Of course, most of that lot should be because of you by the depth of your philtrum.”
Yonghwa’s brain froze for a second. Seohyun was talking about having children with him and it was sending butterflies to his stomach which was not at all related to the process of making children but, actually envisioning her as the mother of his children. The thought sent his mind into an overdrive, he imagined quiet afternoons just looking at her and their children in the nursery, her voice soft as she read a fairy tale to them. Of sunny mornings when they would visit Busan and her chasing their boys in the beaches of Haeundae.
By the time he had finished imagining things, there was a goofy smile plastered on Yonghwa’s face. He stared at Seohyun, who was still rattling off something about Chinese beliefs about the most neglected part of the human face.
“I love you,” he heard himself blurt out.
He saw Seohyun stop talking and her eyes softening, “What was that all about?”
“Just. I love you.”
She gave him the sweetest smile, “I love you, too,” she said as she leaned over to give his lips a kiss.
Yonghwa’s mind snapped into action and moved to take the chance to prolong their kiss but, Seohyun was quicker. Just as he was about to open his mouth, she again managed to pull herself away from him. He blinked several times as his mind lamented over and over again from the loss of contact.
“Seo Joohyun,” he started, “are you really going to pay more attention to the parts of my body instead of paying attention to the parts of my body?”
She looked at him thoughtfully, her teeth busy minding her lower lip. Yonghwa could hear the gears working in her head but, his patience was losing steam. He just came out of a good daydream of her being the mother of his future kids and she was just there looking so perfectly seductive and perfectly oblivious.
And she was supposed to be the smarter one.
Yonghwa let out a long sigh and hugged Seohyun’s body close to him. Oh, how he loved this woman. Just the way she talked about having kids with him like it was a matter of fact, sent his soul flying to the heavens. Talking about it in the context of the depth of his philtrum, notwithstanding. He’ll take what he can get since he was already used to her talking in such a roundabout way.
No matter how much he thinks he has figured her out, she always surprises him with something else immediately. At that moment, he decided that he wouldn’t have it any other way. He still has a lifetime anyway to figure out Seo Joohyun.
Or not. He nodded to himself that this Seo Joohyun is perfect for him, quirks and all.
He was still nodding to himself when he felt Seohyun poking his shoulder, “Oppa…” he heard her whispering to him, “can you please stop rubbing your face on my chest?”
Yonghwa stopped moving and raised his head a bit, a slow smile spread to his face when he realized that he was indeed rubbing his face on Seohyun’s chest. He rested his chin on it and looked up to her, pouting. “Why?”
“Because I’m not done yet with the book,” she was reaching out for the book when Yonghwa caught her wrist, “What now?”
“You’re not paying attention to me,” he whined.
Seohyun let out a laugh, “But, I am! What do you think I’ve been doing for the past hour?”
“Plotting my face.”
“See? Your face.”
“But it’s not the same.”
Her eyes twinkled devilishly as she lowered her face near his. Yonghwa gulped, excited for the promise behind those eyes. “And what do you propose we do?”
He responded by sliding down a strap of her tank top down her shoulder, his other hand busy tracing circles on her back.
“Alright, alright,” she laughed again, playing along with him, “on one condition.”
“Anything,” Yonghwa was already busy nuzzling his nose along the length of her creamy neck, glad to finally have his way.
“Really? Anything?” He felt Seohyun’s fingers trace a pattern on his nape.
He inhaled once on her collarbone before looking up at her, trying to put his best serious face, “Yes, anything.”
Seohyun squealed happily on his lap but, instead of the pained groan, Yonghwa smiled cheekily at her. He was getting the afternoon he wants and there’s nothing that can destroy his happiness right now.
“Then, let’s finish the whole chapter about the face first then, we can do anything you want. We still have the eyebrows, forehead width, jaw line and ear shapes to deal with.”
“Sure, sure,” he was busy nibbling on her earlobe when what she said was absorbed into his brain.
One.
Heavy.
Word.
At.
A.
Time.
“What?”
“Well, you said anything.”
He hung his head, defeated. It’s going to be a long afternoon.
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Before you ask, yes, I researched those. But I already forgot where I got them. All I can remember now is that the Ancient Greeks considered the philtrum as one of the most erogenous zones in the body. Er. Yes.
So, number 2 in the YongSeo body part appreciation series. This one is for @istarirayRaj and @azurebellabhey. *wink*