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"cwtch - (n., welsh) a warm, affectionate hug, cuddle or snuggle that gives a feeling of a safe place" ; for brittany
It's hard enough to steal moments throughout the day, little grazes of fingertips against each other or meaningful glances when the choreographers are in the middle of yelling at them as a unit. So this...this is something special, something just for them, even though they can very clearly hear the excited yelling of ten other men outside the door to the room where they're shut in. "Missed you," Jongin breathes, nose brushing against Chanyeol's as their foreheads press together. He doesn't know what's come over him lately; over the course of the past couple weeks he's become noticeably more affectionate with his almost-boyfriend.
Of course, Chanyeol doesn't mind, takes the simple statement as an invitation to take Jongin's hand in his, lace their fingers together. "Missed you more," he answers, catching Jongin's lips in a quick kiss. "The most, in fact." It's said bluntly, enough that the point comes across, but tenderly too. He hooks one leg around Jongin's and tangles them together, making them more a unit than they were just a moment ago.
"I'm tired of missing you when you're right next to me," Jongin practically whines, slipping his arm around Chanyeol's waist and pulling the both of them closer together, just enough so that he can feel Chanyeol's heartbeat, damn near in time with his own.
"Me, too," Chanyeol confesses, kissing Jongin's mouth again. "But...as long as we get to do this, I don't mind."
All the stress just kind of melts away when they're together. Like Jongin's life is just one great big headache and Chanyeol is aspirin, designed to ease the pain of existence. No...no, it's more than that. He won't ever say it out loud -- maybe not 'never', maybe more like 'in the forseeable future' -- but this, their warmths twined together, their bodies tired and unable to do much more than stick to one another, magnetised by affection mixed with attraction, he feels safer than he's felt in God only knows how long. And it's nice, that sensation of being cared for and adored and, heaven forbid, loved without anything actually happening. More than nice. The closest thing to perfect that can be achieved in the midst of what might otherwise be deemed chaos.
"Promise me we'll get to be together like this more than once a week," Jongin murmurs, so content that he feels he might just fall asleep. "Promise."
Chanyeol doesn't say anything, just reaches for Jongin's hand again and locks their pinkies together, presses their hands to his own heart, then Jongin's.
And that's more than a promise. That's a guarantee.
"cwtch - (n., welsh) a warm, affectionate hug, cuddle or snuggle that gives a feeling of a safe place" ; for brittany
It's hard enough to steal moments throughout the day, little grazes of fingertips against each other or meaningful glances when the choreographers are in the middle of yelling at them as a unit. So this...this is something special, something just for them, even though they can very clearly hear the excited yelling of ten other men outside the door to the room where they're shut in. "Missed you," Jongin breathes, nose brushing against Chanyeol's as their foreheads press together. He doesn't know what's come over him lately; over the course of the past couple weeks he's become noticeably more affectionate with his almost-boyfriend.
Of course, Chanyeol doesn't mind, takes the simple statement as an invitation to take Jongin's hand in his, lace their fingers together. "Missed you more," he answers, catching Jongin's lips in a quick kiss. "The most, in fact." It's said bluntly, enough that the point comes across, but tenderly too. He hooks one leg around Jongin's and tangles them together, making them more a unit than they were just a moment ago.
"I'm tired of missing you when you're right next to me," Jongin practically whines, slipping his arm around Chanyeol's waist and pulling the both of them closer together, just enough so that he can feel Chanyeol's heartbeat, damn near in time with his own.
"Me, too," Chanyeol confesses, kissing Jongin's mouth again. "But...as long as we get to do this, I don't mind."
All the stress just kind of melts away when they're together. Like Jongin's life is just one great big headache and Chanyeol is aspirin, designed to ease the pain of existence. No...no, it's more than that. He won't ever say it out loud -- maybe not 'never', maybe more like 'in the forseeable future' -- but this, their warmths twined together, their bodies tired and unable to do much more than stick to one another, magnetised by affection mixed with attraction, he feels safer than he's felt in God only knows how long. And it's nice, that sensation of being cared for and adored and, heaven forbid, loved without anything actually happening. More than nice. The closest thing to perfect that can be achieved in the midst of what might otherwise be deemed chaos.
"Promise me we'll get to be together like this more than once a week," Jongin murmurs, so content that he feels he might just fall asleep. "Promise."
Chanyeol doesn't say anything, just reaches for Jongin's hand again and locks their pinkies together, presses their hands to his own heart, then Jongin's.
And that's more than a promise. That's a guarantee.