the bones to my ribs
wonwoo/seulgi | pg, 2896w
"I will always love you, more than you will ever love me."
This is a thought that has been engraved in her mind ever since she began going out with Wonwoo. This is affected by her character of being a hopeless romantic who adore the little things even when people over look those points.
It's Wonwoo in circle lens spectacles she bursted out giggling at when he showed it off in front of her (she can never forget the frown etched to his face when she reacted that way), and whenever his glasses slip to the end of his nose when he falls asleep during his midnight readings, and it's him smelling like himself after he takes a shower in the evening.
"You can come in," sometimes, Wonwoo encouraged her to join him in their bathtub (they have stayed together long enough to have things that belong to the both of them).
"I'd rather not," she refused most of the times. the idea has always been wild and raw in her mind; them legs to legs or her back to his chest but most of all skin to skin, white and innocent and a little bit red, brushing into each other.
She's still self-conscious of his eyes penetrating her when nothing protects her from lights and the longing in his eyes. She feels both saved and endangered when she is around him, and she can only wonder how she is able to feel these things at the same time.
Well, one time they did have a bath together. She was too drunk to realise that but Wonwoo actually wasn't. He's never the one to drink until he could pass out. They were fully clothed, her in her black tube dress and him in his white shirt and black pants.
She turned on the faucet and sat there, water flowing in after she tossed her heels away in frustration of longing cold water.
"You're angry," he didn't say that she was drunk and her face was flushing red and tears were dripping from her eyes. No sound came out of her, just her being so livid she shut herself down.
He took a sit across of her in the bathtub, her legs automatically folded in as he hovered over it. Just like her, he didn't take his clothes off.
She tossed her head back and closed her eyes. The cold water ran to her legs and she felt numb from it.
"You do this a lot, right? When I'm not home?" It felt nice to her ears, their home. Their small, humble home in a medium sized apartment they bought with their combined salary. He would never know this.
"I do this even when you're around," her voice came out more rough than she had imagined, but she didn't care. Her eyes were closed and she didn't need to see how Wonwoo reacted to her foreign voice.
"That's why you often get feverish then," Seulgi didn't open her eyes still. Sometimes, she just wanted to have som time of herself not loving him in ways he never noticed.
Wonwoo and his voice in the night is her favourite sound. His voice is a deep brass coated in lukewarm kisses and fuzzy hugs, sweet smiles and empty palms waiting to be filled with hers. His voice that is only meant for her to hear is her favourite. She rarely recognizes this voice in daylight when he is talking to people that are not her.
"I will never let anyone hurt you again," he was touching her left ankle and when she opened her eyes, he sat right in front of her. His pants are wet and his legs were spread apart as if to create a space for her to lean in. A pool of water had raised to cover her legs.
She didn't move and hugged her knees closer. "I won't meet them again, Wonwoo. That was the last reunion I need to attend. I have always been quiet, that's why people never really liked me, I guess-"
"-they must have not expected you to turn out this way," Seulgi took it in the bad way as she caved in to her arms.
She has always been scared that his words might kill her feelings someday, she is either too sensitive or too aloof to feelings and things and him.
She knew that he was gazing at her in silence, waiting for her to be brave enough and look up, his hands still on her ankles, cold and drowned with the water. She focused on the sound of the water flowing in to drown her, them.
"You don't need to protect me. You're not going to be by my side forever," if there was anyone that is harming their relationship, it was her. She couldn''t help but to reminded that someday, this will end. Someday, they will have to move out of this apartment and try to split the payment after selling it and not touch each other in ways she mostly held herself back and all of this will be all history.
She's a helplessly hopeless romantic who is too afraid to believe in him.
"I guess there is some truth in your words," he didn't completely agree with her. and somehow she was glad. His glasses were nowhere near his eyes and the two upper buttons of his shirt were left unopened. It was strange how she felt cold and there he was, Wonwoo feeling heated to the point of unbuttoning his shirt.
Another second, and Wonwoo pulled on her arms to him, easily and gently as the water swept her to him. Her legs were forced to lay on top of his across his body. he pulled her so close to him she needed to fold her legs a little bit to create a space. it only made them closer somehow, not touching.
"I haven't told you this, but you look beautiful tonight," his wet palm brushed over her cheek and she sighed.
"Are you doing this to make me feel better?"
"No, I would never do that. Facts only," liar, she wanted to say. Countless of times she caught him hiding letters that turned out to be rejection letters from companies she tried to get a job in and missed calls she received from her past lovers when her phone wasn't with her.
"Seulgi, whenever you get drunk, you always hurt me like this. Saying so many unnecessary words; us not making it until the end."
"You know, no matter how much you hurt me, I can never return it the way I want to. Like hurt you, cheat on you, I can never do that," his palm laid on the inside of her thigh, and she shuddered (shivered) when he did that. Her dress still covered her to the middle part of her thigh, but what he did there was dangerous. For her, it was dangerous yet thrilling at the same time.
"Can you just accept the fact that I was honestly saying you're beautiful? That I was not backing up everyone's mistakes to comfort you?" His fingers were on her shoulders, lining the crook of her neck to end up on her face again.
She sighed. everything about Wonwoo is lovely, when his lips touched her eyelashes then her shoulders and traced and retraced everything of her being to shape and wholeness.
"I'm sorry," he looked hurt and she noticed that.
She let him kissed her that night: palms holding her face as if he was afraid she would run away from him, lips hungry and breathy and he didn't care the fact they smelled like wine and he hated wine. It's her, it's her, it's her.
It was her kissing him back and being hungry and in love together with him, their bodies curled into each other like heaven-coloured swan lovers.
"No. I don't want to," when his hand moved to the zipper in the back of her dress, her lips left him. "Not now, not like this," a few inches apart from each other's lips, her eyes fluttered open looking at his eyes, filled with swirling passion, with a sad look.
He closed his eyes for a while and nodded and brushed his lips again with hers. now slower, in a more constant beat, him pulling her even closer by the nape of her neck, with water raising to her chest and his chest, him inside of her lips and her inside of his lips clashing and burning. his fingers were on her hair, and her arms around his neck, limbs tangled into each other like tied silks and pinky promises.
Her lips left to his jaw, marking it red with her lipstick and his throat and neck, and she stayed there, lips pressed to the top of his dry shirt in the shoulder part. This is him, and he's here, not a walk away from the bathroom. He's too tall to have all of his body drowned by the water.
And then he stood up and carried her, arms hugging tightly over her, drenched and her legs locked around his hips. As lustful as you think Wonwoo might be that night, he just wanted to hold her.
That night, she felt fragile and he wanted to see all of her. He wanted to see that tattoo in the center of her back, something she committed to when she was eighteen and it was her late sister's last words, and the scar placed in the left side of her hip and he guessed she always refused taking a bath with him because she didn't want him to see it so often, seeing herself blemished in the surface.
Seulgi's birthmark near her neck is the most beautiful thing for him. It is in the shape of a little star and he could only wonder how something like that is possible.
Drenched and damped hair, Seulgi let him carry her to their bed, lips meeting her again on the way and she let him unzipped her dress and he let her unbuttoned his shirt.
That was one of the most quiet moments of their lives: Seulgi was sighing, breathing heavily and not saying his name and Wonwoo drowned himself in her.
Only Wonwoo remembered everything about the night before. That's what he knew. Seulgi pretended to forget and kissed his lips for a good morning when he was asleep. She didn't mention anything even when he was being extremely possessive of her on the next day.
"Well, aren't you a sleep talker? You were mumbling things in your sleep," she joked on, Wonwoo breathing close to her with his hands laced around her shoulders as she was ironing his shirt. The bare skin of his top pressed on to her back, but it was fine because there was still something protecting her skin.
His hair was still wet, dripping to her own shirt. "I didn't."
"Yes, you were. It's about that book you just read, 'Me Before You'? Is that it?"
"I finished that book a year ago, you know."
"Well, you were mumbling things still."
"You know, I want to stay home for today-" when Wonwoo's teeth grazed her right ear, she flinched and nudged him with her elbow as he ended up stumbling back. She nudged him right in his sensitive spot. "I swear, Wonwoo. Stop doing that."
"I will still go to work-" she knew what he meant by that. He wanted them to have a day where they could be by themselves together and spend some quality time together. "You can't ditch your work just like that because of me."
"You know what? You're right," he took his shirt even when she hasn't finished ironing it and frowned. "I'm going early today."
"Well, okay."
It was so funny; the irritated look on his face when he fussed on while drying his hair and putting his pants on and buttoning up his shirt.
He still came to fetch her after work.
And Seulgi will always love him more than he ever will. She really likes recommending him novels she think he might like. She is not a reader, and she enjoys listening to Wonwoo's thoughts after reading those novels.
"I can't believe this, how could he leave her just like that? They should have stayed together and be immortals!"
"This book is so good but I'm disappointed about the ending. Which girl did he end up with?"
"I want to get angry and love you at the same time for giving me this book, Kang Seulgi. This story broke my heart into pieces, you have to put me back together again. Like now, give me a kiss right now."
One time, she was smiling way too wide in seeing his reaction she ended up uttering her inner thoughts. "You look so perfect right now."
And after that, for one whole day, she ignored him clinging into her by the hip, trailing kisses on her neck and circling this central point in the nape of her neck to invoke giggles.
"I just want to hold you forever in my arms, Seulgi," she pretended to sleep and faced her back away from him. He scooted closer and tangled their legs together and wrapped himself over her, moving the blanket to cover all of their bodies.
Nothing could be more perfect than their limbs tangled into each other innocently like this. This was something more. This was love, Seulgi thought.
He moved her brown hair away and pressed his lips there, on the lower left part of her neck, close to the birthmark he pointed out when he traced her skin on the first time they did it.
"I know you're not sleeping."
She tried to sleep even when he stubbornly kept his lips near her neck, breathing warm summer to her skin. She became some sort of a human pillow to him that time.
Seulgi likes the simple Wonwoo without facades and his messy wet hair after taking a shower and his bony limbs bumping her skin. She likes the him after he just woke up, as if slumber just let go of him from either nightmares or happy dreams. His voice in the morning is keeping her wanting to stay home, but of course she never lets him know. It will only make it more painful for him when they are no longer in love.
Seulgi is a hopeless romantic and she believes that she doesn't deserve him.
"You know what? People are right. I don't deserve you, it's the truth."
"What kind of people say that to you? Are they your high school friends again? Are they sending you threat messages?" Wonwoo is holding her shoulders while searching for her eyes. No, I'm not losing you, I'm not losing you.
"It doesn't matter. We should stop, I don't think we can go on any-"
"If you don't deserve me, then who does? Really, now I'm asking you, who does? Have anyone ever told you that I don't deserve you also? You're so goddamn perfect for me you don't know it. I can't help but to be frustrated over your lack of trust in me," well of course Seulgi doesn't blush when Wonwoo told her that. Nobody ever told her she is perfect, not even her mother. She doesn't blush, but her face is covered in the redness of heat, and it is all Wonwoo sees.
It can be anger, though. But who would get angry at being called perfect?
"Should I say sorry again?"
"Come on, come here," he envelops her in his arms and ruffles her hair when she begins to weep. "You're so silly. To listen to other people is a stupid thing. They are probably jealous with what we have right now."
She is still crying. "Ssh, it's okay. You don't need to mind them, How many times have I told you not to mind them?" his fingers push her hair away and tug it behind her ears, and his eyes peer down at her, who steers her eyes away from him..
Two minutes later, Wonwoo comes out in something embarrassing she bought for his birthday. It's a one suit Winnie the Pooh pajamas with Pooh's ears adorning the hood. He had pulled it over his head, the ears stand limply there. He's frowning deeply in the suit, which she finds more adorable than anything.
"I actually don't know what to do anymore, so if you're still cry-"
She begins to giggle, chortle, chuckle whatever words that decribe her stopping from choking in tears, with tinkling bells coming out of her lips, her eyes forming crescent moons and the lines of her lips are pushed to her cheeks to form deep dents of something Wonwoo calls as a squishy smile. She still can't believe how he is still able to use the word 'squishy'.
"You look adorable,"
His frown goes deeper. "I can accept it cause it's just you. If other people say it, I would go berserk-"
Seulgi is a hopeless romantic, and somehow she is lucky to have Wonwoo who is also one like her. And of course, she will never know how big his love is for her, like how he will never realise how big her love is for him..
omg, this is so fluffy, my heart leans to the fluff side now >.<. hope you like it!!
"I will always love you, more than you will ever love me."
This is a thought that has been engraved in her mind ever since she began going out with Wonwoo. This is affected by her character of being a hopeless romantic who adore the little things even when people over look those points.
It's Wonwoo in circle lens spectacles she bursted out giggling at when he showed it off in front of her (she can never forget the frown etched to his face when she reacted that way), and whenever his glasses slip to the end of his nose when he falls asleep during his midnight readings, and it's him smelling like himself after he takes a shower in the evening.
"You can come in," sometimes, Wonwoo encouraged her to join him in their bathtub (they have stayed together long enough to have things that belong to the both of them).
"I'd rather not," she refused most of the times. the idea has always been wild and raw in her mind; them legs to legs or her back to his chest but most of all skin to skin, white and innocent and a little bit red, brushing into each other.
She's still self-conscious of his eyes penetrating her when nothing protects her from lights and the longing in his eyes. She feels both saved and endangered when she is around him, and she can only wonder how she is able to feel these things at the same time.
Well, one time they did have a bath together. She was too drunk to realise that but Wonwoo actually wasn't. He's never the one to drink until he could pass out. They were fully clothed, her in her black tube dress and him in his white shirt and black pants.
She turned on the faucet and sat there, water flowing in after she tossed her heels away in frustration of longing cold water.
"You're angry," he didn't say that she was drunk and her face was flushing red and tears were dripping from her eyes. No sound came out of her, just her being so livid she shut herself down.
He took a sit across of her in the bathtub, her legs automatically folded in as he hovered over it. Just like her, he didn't take his clothes off.
She tossed her head back and closed her eyes. The cold water ran to her legs and she felt numb from it.
"You do this a lot, right? When I'm not home?" It felt nice to her ears, their home. Their small, humble home in a medium sized apartment they bought with their combined salary. He would never know this.
"I do this even when you're around," her voice came out more rough than she had imagined, but she didn't care. Her eyes were closed and she didn't need to see how Wonwoo reacted to her foreign voice.
"That's why you often get feverish then," Seulgi didn't open her eyes still. Sometimes, she just wanted to have som time of herself not loving him in ways he never noticed.
Wonwoo and his voice in the night is her favourite sound. His voice is a deep brass coated in lukewarm kisses and fuzzy hugs, sweet smiles and empty palms waiting to be filled with hers. His voice that is only meant for her to hear is her favourite. She rarely recognizes this voice in daylight when he is talking to people that are not her.
"I will never let anyone hurt you again," he was touching her left ankle and when she opened her eyes, he sat right in front of her. His pants are wet and his legs were spread apart as if to create a space for her to lean in. A pool of water had raised to cover her legs.
She didn't move and hugged her knees closer. "I won't meet them again, Wonwoo. That was the last reunion I need to attend. I have always been quiet, that's why people never really liked me, I guess-"
"-they must have not expected you to turn out this way," Seulgi took it in the bad way as she caved in to her arms.
She has always been scared that his words might kill her feelings someday, she is either too sensitive or too aloof to feelings and things and him.
She knew that he was gazing at her in silence, waiting for her to be brave enough and look up, his hands still on her ankles, cold and drowned with the water. She focused on the sound of the water flowing in to drown her, them.
"You don't need to protect me. You're not going to be by my side forever," if there was anyone that is harming their relationship, it was her. She couldn''t help but to reminded that someday, this will end. Someday, they will have to move out of this apartment and try to split the payment after selling it and not touch each other in ways she mostly held herself back and all of this will be all history.
She's a helplessly hopeless romantic who is too afraid to believe in him.
"I guess there is some truth in your words," he didn't completely agree with her. and somehow she was glad. His glasses were nowhere near his eyes and the two upper buttons of his shirt were left unopened. It was strange how she felt cold and there he was, Wonwoo feeling heated to the point of unbuttoning his shirt.
Another second, and Wonwoo pulled on her arms to him, easily and gently as the water swept her to him. Her legs were forced to lay on top of his across his body. he pulled her so close to him she needed to fold her legs a little bit to create a space. it only made them closer somehow, not touching.
"I haven't told you this, but you look beautiful tonight," his wet palm brushed over her cheek and she sighed.
"Are you doing this to make me feel better?"
"No, I would never do that. Facts only," liar, she wanted to say. Countless of times she caught him hiding letters that turned out to be rejection letters from companies she tried to get a job in and missed calls she received from her past lovers when her phone wasn't with her.
"Seulgi, whenever you get drunk, you always hurt me like this. Saying so many unnecessary words; us not making it until the end."
"You know, no matter how much you hurt me, I can never return it the way I want to. Like hurt you, cheat on you, I can never do that," his palm laid on the inside of her thigh, and she shuddered (shivered) when he did that. Her dress still covered her to the middle part of her thigh, but what he did there was dangerous. For her, it was dangerous yet thrilling at the same time.
"Can you just accept the fact that I was honestly saying you're beautiful? That I was not backing up everyone's mistakes to comfort you?" His fingers were on her shoulders, lining the crook of her neck to end up on her face again.
She sighed. everything about Wonwoo is lovely, when his lips touched her eyelashes then her shoulders and traced and retraced everything of her being to shape and wholeness.
"I'm sorry," he looked hurt and she noticed that.
She let him kissed her that night: palms holding her face as if he was afraid she would run away from him, lips hungry and breathy and he didn't care the fact they smelled like wine and he hated wine. It's her, it's her, it's her.
It was her kissing him back and being hungry and in love together with him, their bodies curled into each other like heaven-coloured swan lovers.
"No. I don't want to," when his hand moved to the zipper in the back of her dress, her lips left him. "Not now, not like this," a few inches apart from each other's lips, her eyes fluttered open looking at his eyes, filled with swirling passion, with a sad look.
He closed his eyes for a while and nodded and brushed his lips again with hers. now slower, in a more constant beat, him pulling her even closer by the nape of her neck, with water raising to her chest and his chest, him inside of her lips and her inside of his lips clashing and burning. his fingers were on her hair, and her arms around his neck, limbs tangled into each other like tied silks and pinky promises.
Her lips left to his jaw, marking it red with her lipstick and his throat and neck, and she stayed there, lips pressed to the top of his dry shirt in the shoulder part. This is him, and he's here, not a walk away from the bathroom. He's too tall to have all of his body drowned by the water.
And then he stood up and carried her, arms hugging tightly over her, drenched and her legs locked around his hips. As lustful as you think Wonwoo might be that night, he just wanted to hold her.
That night, she felt fragile and he wanted to see all of her. He wanted to see that tattoo in the center of her back, something she committed to when she was eighteen and it was her late sister's last words, and the scar placed in the left side of her hip and he guessed she always refused taking a bath with him because she didn't want him to see it so often, seeing herself blemished in the surface.
Seulgi's birthmark near her neck is the most beautiful thing for him. It is in the shape of a little star and he could only wonder how something like that is possible.
Drenched and damped hair, Seulgi let him carry her to their bed, lips meeting her again on the way and she let him unzipped her dress and he let her unbuttoned his shirt.
That was one of the most quiet moments of their lives: Seulgi was sighing, breathing heavily and not saying his name and Wonwoo drowned himself in her.
Only Wonwoo remembered everything about the night before. That's what he knew. Seulgi pretended to forget and kissed his lips for a good morning when he was asleep. She didn't mention anything even when he was being extremely possessive of her on the next day.
"Well, aren't you a sleep talker? You were mumbling things in your sleep," she joked on, Wonwoo breathing close to her with his hands laced around her shoulders as she was ironing his shirt. The bare skin of his top pressed on to her back, but it was fine because there was still something protecting her skin.
His hair was still wet, dripping to her own shirt. "I didn't."
"Yes, you were. It's about that book you just read, 'Me Before You'? Is that it?"
"I finished that book a year ago, you know."
"Well, you were mumbling things still."
"You know, I want to stay home for today-" when Wonwoo's teeth grazed her right ear, she flinched and nudged him with her elbow as he ended up stumbling back. She nudged him right in his sensitive spot. "I swear, Wonwoo. Stop doing that."
"I will still go to work-" she knew what he meant by that. He wanted them to have a day where they could be by themselves together and spend some quality time together. "You can't ditch your work just like that because of me."
"You know what? You're right," he took his shirt even when she hasn't finished ironing it and frowned. "I'm going early today."
"Well, okay."
It was so funny; the irritated look on his face when he fussed on while drying his hair and putting his pants on and buttoning up his shirt.
He still came to fetch her after work.
And Seulgi will always love him more than he ever will. She really likes recommending him novels she think he might like. She is not a reader, and she enjoys listening to Wonwoo's thoughts after reading those novels.
"I can't believe this, how could he leave her just like that? They should have stayed together and be immortals!"
"This book is so good but I'm disappointed about the ending. Which girl did he end up with?"
"I want to get angry and love you at the same time for giving me this book, Kang Seulgi. This story broke my heart into pieces, you have to put me back together again. Like now, give me a kiss right now."
One time, she was smiling way too wide in seeing his reaction she ended up uttering her inner thoughts. "You look so perfect right now."
And after that, for one whole day, she ignored him clinging into her by the hip, trailing kisses on her neck and circling this central point in the nape of her neck to invoke giggles.
"I just want to hold you forever in my arms, Seulgi," she pretended to sleep and faced her back away from him. He scooted closer and tangled their legs together and wrapped himself over her, moving the blanket to cover all of their bodies.
Nothing could be more perfect than their limbs tangled into each other innocently like this. This was something more. This was love, Seulgi thought.
He moved her brown hair away and pressed his lips there, on the lower left part of her neck, close to the birthmark he pointed out when he traced her skin on the first time they did it.
"I know you're not sleeping."
She tried to sleep even when he stubbornly kept his lips near her neck, breathing warm summer to her skin. She became some sort of a human pillow to him that time.
Seulgi likes the simple Wonwoo without facades and his messy wet hair after taking a shower and his bony limbs bumping her skin. She likes the him after he just woke up, as if slumber just let go of him from either nightmares or happy dreams. His voice in the morning is keeping her wanting to stay home, but of course she never lets him know. It will only make it more painful for him when they are no longer in love.
Seulgi is a hopeless romantic and she believes that she doesn't deserve him.
"You know what? People are right. I don't deserve you, it's the truth."
"What kind of people say that to you? Are they your high school friends again? Are they sending you threat messages?" Wonwoo is holding her shoulders while searching for her eyes. No, I'm not losing you, I'm not losing you.
"It doesn't matter. We should stop, I don't think we can go on any-"
"If you don't deserve me, then who does? Really, now I'm asking you, who does? Have anyone ever told you that I don't deserve you also? You're so goddamn perfect for me you don't know it. I can't help but to be frustrated over your lack of trust in me," well of course Seulgi doesn't blush when Wonwoo told her that. Nobody ever told her she is perfect, not even her mother. She doesn't blush, but her face is covered in the redness of heat, and it is all Wonwoo sees.
It can be anger, though. But who would get angry at being called perfect?
"Should I say sorry again?"
"Come on, come here," he envelops her in his arms and ruffles her hair when she begins to weep. "You're so silly. To listen to other people is a stupid thing. They are probably jealous with what we have right now."
She is still crying. "Ssh, it's okay. You don't need to mind them, How many times have I told you not to mind them?" his fingers push her hair away and tug it behind her ears, and his eyes peer down at her, who steers her eyes away from him..
Two minutes later, Wonwoo comes out in something embarrassing she bought for his birthday. It's a one suit Winnie the Pooh pajamas with Pooh's ears adorning the hood. He had pulled it over his head, the ears stand limply there. He's frowning deeply in the suit, which she finds more adorable than anything.
"I actually don't know what to do anymore, so if you're still cry-"
She begins to giggle, chortle, chuckle whatever words that decribe her stopping from choking in tears, with tinkling bells coming out of her lips, her eyes forming crescent moons and the lines of her lips are pushed to her cheeks to form deep dents of something Wonwoo calls as a squishy smile. She still can't believe how he is still able to use the word 'squishy'.
"You look adorable,"
His frown goes deeper. "I can accept it cause it's just you. If other people say it, I would go berserk-"
Seulgi is a hopeless romantic, and somehow she is lucky to have Wonwoo who is also one like her. And of course, she will never know how big his love is for her, like how he will never realise how big her love is for him..
omg, this is so fluffy, my heart leans to the fluff side now >.<. hope you like it!!