PART 65

                                    

                                          
As Jisoo and Seokmin finally made
their way into their room, they closed the door behind them with a satisfying click, shutting out the chaos of the evening. The room was dimly lit, a soft golden glow from the bedside lamps casting a warm, inviting ambiance. Jisoo leaned back against the door and sighed his eyes closing briefly.
"Peace," he murmured.
Seokmin chuckled softly, stepping
closer until he was standing right in
front of Jisoo. "You look exhausted," he teased, his fingers gently brushing Jisoo's cheek. "Was it the kids or Soonyoung's antics?"
"Both," Jisoo replied, opening his eyes to meet Seokmin's gaze. "But mostly the thought of Jeonghan roping us into babysitting duty for the next week."
Seokmin laughed, his thumb tracing
the curve of Jisoo's jawline. "Well,
you're safe now. No kids, no Soonyoung, no Jeonghan. Just us."
Jisoo smiled softly, his hands moving to rest on Seokmin's shoulder. "Just us," he echoed, his voice barely above a whisper.
As Jisoo's hand touched Seokmin's shoulder, Seokmin looked up at Jisoo, his brown eyes filled with intensity. He reached up, covering his hand with his own. "Before we do anything else, can I ask you something?" He paused, waiting for Jisoo to look at him.
"Yeah??" Jisoo asked with a hint of annoyance.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" He moved closer, gently removing Jisoo's hand from his shoulder but keeping hold of it. "Because if you're not comfortable, we don't have to..." His voice trailed off, giving Jisoo room to speak.
"Shhhh.. You are such a talker." Jisoo bit his earlobe.
Seokmin gasped slightly at the feel of Jisoo's teeth on his earlobe, a sharp intake of breath that's almost a whimper. "Fuck..." He turned his head slightly to give Jisoo better access, his other hand moving to rest on Jisoo's waist.
"I have been waiting for this for nearly a decade.." Jisoo moaned as Seokmin squeezed his sides.
Seokmin teared up slightly at realization, surprised by Jisoo's admission. "Decade? Fuck..." He leaned forward, closing the small distance between them. His lips met Jisoo's in a passionate kiss, years of pent-up tension pouring out as he explored Jisoo's mouth. "Why...?"
Jisoo looked up in his eyes. "Because I knew. Only you can be my home."
His heart raced as he kissed Jisoo, the world around them fading away. He broke the kiss, looking into Jisoo’s eyes. "I'm your home...? After all that." He trailed off, searching Jisoo's gaze for the truth. "You've believed in me for all those years when I was losing faith in myself."
"I believed in us."
Seokmin's breath hitched, overwhelmed by the realization. He gently tilted Jisoo's head back, capturing his lips in another deep, searing kiss. As they kiss, Seokmin walked Jisoo backward until he's pressed against the door, his arms wrapping around Jisoo. "Fuck, I've waited for you too Bluebell..."
Seokmin groaned into the kiss as he feelt Jisoo grinding against him, the silk fabric of their clothes making rustling sound barely hiding their growing desires. Seokmin broke the kiss, trailing his lips down Jisoo's neck as he whispered, "Too long... We've wasted too much time Bluebell..."
"Exactly.." Jisoo whispered, grabbing Seokmin's hair. Seokmin hissed and nuzzled into his neck, inhaling his scent deeply as he kissed and bit gently at Jisoo's pulse point. "Tell me something..." He murmured, his hands sliding down to Jisoo's thighs and lifting him up. "Was it always me? You never thought of other men in that while?"