A/N: Dude, this is really short, but like, this is all I want rn🥺👌
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"Fuck you," Hongjoong breathlessly lets out. The weight of your limp body made it a tad bit hard to take a deep breath, but that wasn't his main concern right now. You had both set out to have a full night of binging cheesy romcoms, prepared with everything from junk food to pillows and blankets, but that didn't really go as planned. Sometime during the second film, you cuddled into him and eventually fell into a deep slumber. After that, in your sleep, you decided to get more comfortable by basically climbing on top of him.
Now, here he lays, under the blanket, smushed between you and the soft couch. He looks back to the tv, catching the stereotypical scene where the main characters kiss for the first time. The sparks that fly remind him of the electricity he felt during the first kiss you both shared. A smile graces his lips as he recalls the sweet taste and your rosy cheeks. He strokes your head in the most comforting manner, enjoying how cozy you are. A beautiful melody from the movie fills the background as your breathing syncs with his own. The immense amount of emotions he feels as he looks at you, to him, is worth everything. Every argument and heartache he knows the both of you have through has led up to captivating moments like this.
"Fuck you," he whispers, "for making me fall in love with you." With that, he kisses the crown of you head and slowly drifts into a deep slumber.