Love UnHeard || SeongJoong [Ateez]

[Part E] Pre-sode 2. Hongjoong.

His voice filled my every corner. Now that he talked more freely his eyes shined different at night. His smile grew bigger when I locked eyes with him whenever I could. I recall his hands looking for me in the dull night and finding me lost. I wondered how I got here, how a guy came into my life and turned me 180 without even noticing. He was the first of many gifts, he made me believe in that phrase that said: "Everything comes in time to him who knows how to wait . . ."

His touch smelled like gold, his gaze felt like vanilla and his scent looked like cotton.
His whole self made my senses overflow, making me weak and idle away without worries.
All problems faded away and the only thing I could do was listen to his heart and taste his lips.

I loved drawing with him as much as I loved teaching him how to skate. I wanted to discover new things with him and live a life by his side. But since when? Since when did a day without him seemed unimaginable? Since when a day all alone looked so sad?

Me, the one who pushed everyone aside when I first came here, the one who thought I'd never been able to have a normal conversation with them, I was living a life that I could not imagine without them now.

The thousand stories we shared. That time when he told me I looked like "The kiss" by Klimt. When he describes his feelings in his diary and shows it to me shyly. That weekend at my home town and that Christmas day on his house.

But how, when and why did I start loving him?
He made me fall hard without me even noticing, with that smile and that laugh. I loved when he made unintentional noises and when we cooked together. When he made me feel special on the tiniest moments.

I wanted to give it all back, all the touches, all the kisses, all the laughs and all the looks... I wanted to give them all back and make him feel just as special. So I looked at him.

He smiled back at me in the dark, his arms wrapped over me as we lied down on his bed. I riffled his black and soft hair and kissed his cheek.

"Fuck you are so cute," He said in my ear, sending shivers down my body.

"Don't do that," I giggled "you know how that makes me feel."

"Maybe I do." He said and turned.

This! This shit he did on purpose negotiated me so much! He knows what he does so well... It's annoying. But honestly, those things are what keep relationships alive.

I punched his back playfully and then hugged him as the big spoon. I heard his giggles as he glued himself to me, the most adorable shit ever.

"Joongie," He whispered.

"Mhmm,"

"Can you turn off the sound now?" That's how he called the implants, he asked me to take it off when he was tired. Somehow his voice was as small as a child asking for candy.

"Of course I can Hwa." I lastly said before taking it off and placing it on the bedside table. Kissing his cheek one more time, feeling his soft skin against my lips. He turned and placed himself on top of me out of nowhere.

Only the moonlight covered our figures, he looked at me as if I was a star and I looked at him as if he was the moon. [What are you doing?] I signed to him, feeling my cheeks heat up, I'll never get used to his attractive features so near me.

[I love you.] He signed back with just one hand., the other at the side of my head.

Once again, just like the first time he said it, that's how it all connected.

Thank you Seonghwa for saying I love you first.
I'll be sure to say it last.