『 cravity imagines 』

words are not enough - seo woobin [fluff]

[ one-shot, 1.1k words ]

There was a comforting silence enclosed in the confines of the living room, only the faint breathing was the harmony heard. Even without words, a smile graced both lips.

Your head was resting on your boyfriend's chest, his soft heartbeat came to your ears like a music—something you can listen to for the next few hours, days, weeks, a lifetime even. Fingers were interlocked as both of you settled on the sole couch in the room. Figures both covered by a blanket you brought. It was your favorite blue blanket.

The television in front of you displayed a poster of Howl's Moving Castle with a play video button drew on its center. It had already been on the screen for almost half an hour with the movie ending and begging to be played again.

However, Woobin had already said no when he momentarily released you, only to get the remote control and put the appliance on rest. Few words were heard from him as he once again linked your hand with his. An arm slinging in your shoulder. Your head on his chest, his chin on the top of your head. There was a sense of comfort lying on his heart, it was pleasing. He liked it more than anything else. "You know what, I really love being with you. Like I love love you, Y/n."

Found on his lips was a curve that made his countenance lit into a faint glow.

"Ah, Woobin please..." You pouted, moving your head so you can look at him. A whine left your lips before another sentence broke out of your lips, "Stop it."

Yet, even with those, you never hated his words. It was just the way his words reach your heart seemed to give a foreign sensation: refreshing and new—extremely satisfying. Your heart would miss a beat only to go with rapid knocks right after.

Woobin chuckled, shaking his head. "Well, come and make me stop then," he said, his index finger pointing his lips. The message was obvious, yet it seemed like you declined to offer him what he wanted.

You extended your hands, giving his lips a light tap instead of moving your own lips to lock with his. It stayed there until you sensed the curve of his lips changing from a sweet smile to a playful smirk.

Wrapping your hand with his own, he freed his lips from the cover you made. Slowly, he adjusted his sitting posture, closing the gap between the two of you in the process. It wasn't enough for him though, so he leaned closer and closer until your lips were only separated by a few inches. "You know what I meant though."

The room was well ventilated, yet you could feel a heat spreading on your cheeks. Despite that, you didn't take a step backward. Accepting the challenge through tilting your head nearer. Even with a weak heart, you attempted to mask your growing nervousness through feigned bravery laced on your sentence. "And what if I make you?"

"Then—" Woobin's word was interjected when you planted a swift kiss on the corner of your lips. He fanned himself using a hand, now your former situation transferred to him. "Whoa there, miss." A chortle before he repeated the same sentence. He can never get used to your unpredictable acts; it would always result in messy responses from him. His face was slightly flushed, such an adorable reaction from the person you adored the most.

His reactions gave way for your courage to continue building up, a stair that you were able to easily step onto. Now it was you who was challenging him. "Then?"

"God, Y/n." Woobin was locked on the abashment zone which made soft chuckles slip past through your lips.

"You asked for it though."

"And I didn't expect that you'll actually do it."

A triumphant grin decorated your lips, contented of the small victory. "Serves you right."

"Yeah, yeah," the other mumbled defeatedly as he rested his head on your shoulder.

Once again, both of you were cased in serenity caused by silence. Each other's presence filled the gaps that provided sparks of enthusiasm. Woobin's hand found your hand once again, this time his thumb was pleased through rubbing your palm affectionately.

"I have something to tell you," Woobin said, breaking the silence.

"Hm?" You inclined your head to his direction, making your head rest on the top of his. Your eyes were fixated on your hands, waiting for him to continue.

"I love you so much and I'm willing to do anything just for you." The way each syllable flowed out of his lips wasn't the usual. Not playful, not teasing—it was soft-spoken, graced with sheer sincerity and endearment. It was like it was a string that was able to link two hearts. A connection that seemed foreign, it was a safe haven that hid behind each other's existence.

"Woobin," you called. "You know I love you more than you can ever imagine."

Your answer gave him that relief, his heart settled on a steady beat as the comfort coursed throughout his body. Though he didn't let the sensation overwhelm him.

Someone that can put his heart at ease, someone who he can be so comfortable to be with, someone overflowing with love that made him love himself better, someone who his eyes were to look for each passing second, someone he had always longed for to be locked in his embrace—it was you, the partner he had been searching for. You were the only one he became so willing to pour all his love to. Words can never be enough to describe the enormous fondness he had for you and frankly, he was quite disappointed by his inability to put his love into word.

How come love couldn't fit into one sentence?

Maybe because it is more than a word?

It is a feeling that continuously grows.

Even with this inadequacy, Woobin attempted to offer his love through words uttered in a gentle tone. "Y/n, you mean more to me than you'll ever know."

Woobin was aware that it wasn't enough, so a tender kiss was planted on your forehead before he allowed your head to rest on his chest, arms finding its way back to your shoulder. A hand stroking your head, his fingers sliding on your soft locks. "Always remember that."