@⁰² yoonah c. A smile adorns his face at the rather childish yet entertaining demeanor, and he can't help the nod that subconsciously becomes of him. Of course, he'd give her anything she wantedㅡwhether it be something as simplistic as the title of a princess, or the worldㅡeven if he could not afford either. This is small, and doable. "Fine, you can be the princess. We don't like responsibility anyways, it's nasty," Doyoung responds, lips spreading to mirror her bright smile with his own gummy grin. How much nicer it would be to stay here, in this fantastical world they had created for the two of them, where there were no jobs, no hospitals, and no financial burdens. Alas... the world is not a playground.
Her words ring true for the both of themㅡit clatters against the walls of Doyoung's hearts, resonating and rebounding until it shakes him from his own thoughts... How long had it been since the last time Doyoung felt safe, comfortable? He had spent so many years running, responsibilities nipping at the back of his feet like his own demons. She makes him feel safe, like this moment is for them and it's never going to end. This time... he's not running. Though her hands fall to her lap, Doyoung grasps them; both their hands are covered in water and the remnants of suds, but he presses his lips to her knuckles. His voice is sincere when he speaks: "I feel the same way... so no, it's not strange."
Even if it were, even if they were falling too fast like the floor had collapsed beneath them and Doyoung may come out as a fool in the inevitable end, he enjoys the thrill of the fall. "I'll be your home. I'll protect you, cherish you, and I promise at the end of the day, I will /always/ be on your side," he mumbles wholeheartedly against her warm skin. "If you do the same for me."
@⁰⁴ doyoung k. “He’s a jungle boy, he eats fishies!” she exclaims in a defensive tone, incredulous about the blasphemy against her favorite children’s book character ever! She’d always had a crush on himㅡ but truth be told, it had gone from Mowgli to Doyoung and she hadn’t known when. “Wait, can i just be princess of the jungle? I dont think i wanna adult that hard,” she hums, making a face at the thought… shuddering at herself, she sniffles, gracing himself with her usual billion watt grin. How she always melted into goo around him, she would never know.
Her thumbs brush against his jaw, gentle and soothing in their rubs even as she continues her pecks at random intervals, hell bent on her hundred kisses. But she freezes mid air at what he spills, her heart skipping a beat, the butterflies in her tummy rioting. She’d always feared telling him the truth about what she felt but ever since that night after the spring formal, she’d found it in herself to open enough to tell him the truth; he deserved it after all. She took a moment to think about her words, her hands falling to her lap under the water as she straightened up. “Honestly,” she begins, pausing right after. All it takes is a hefty sigh before she starts again, his touch on her skin warm. “You’ve been a semblance of home for a while now.. But it became permanent recently, a forever home. Is that strange to say yet?”
@⁰² yoonah c. A light chuckle leaves him at her demanding tone, leaning in and pressing a loud smooch upon her awaiting lips. “Well, I don’t remember Mowgli making out with a fish,” he jokes, reaching a cupped hand of bubbles up to place a pile upon her head. “There, there’s your crown. Now you can be the queen of the jungle with me.” It’s quite a contrast, to be honest—having her here in such a position transports him back to the night they met, a befated meeting. She had been in a similar position upon his lap, but the smiles which she gave him were different.
This one is gentle, simple unlike the initial meeting which had been charged with an electric energy from the party. Now she sits upon him with the most juvenile but cute expressions, her mannerisms making him coo both inwardly and physically. To be honest... he quite preferred this closeness. “The other week when we talked about home... how it could be someone rather than a place, and you said you had someone like that in mind...” His hand reaches to brush some of her wet hair, looking up at her with a gentle simper. “Were you talking about me?”
@⁰⁴ doyoung k. “Im done! now give,” she laughs, puckering her lips and in her cheeks like fish. its not a face she can handle for long, not when he looks at her like that and nor when olive, mozzarella, salami and pasta were causing mayhem in her tummy. “Mowgli is my fave animation character, shh!” she whine, swatting his chest playfully, ultimately causing her to swish water all over. but his question pauses her antics, the seriousness kind of nervewracking. “yes, baby?” she asks soothingly, reaching up between their bodies so she could cup his neck.
@⁰² yoonah c. He stares up at the focused look on her face, admiring the ticks of her visage without either of their conscious knowledge—the furrow of her brows, the slight pucker of her lips in concentration, the warm chocolate of her eyes. Unknowingly, a small smile spreads across his lips. "Of course not. I'll give you all the kisses you want when you finish being my hairdresser," he chuckles, rubbing her back gently. "Mowgli... do I look like a jungle character to you?" Doyoung's voice is scandalized for a moment, teasing her before it slowly softens, his lips leaning upward to press another kiss to her lips. This... this is what he's been waiting for. There's something he's been meaning to ask her. "Yoonah?"
@⁰⁴ doyoung k. her brows furrow, knitting together in a focused manner as she begins her artwork on his hair, creating tuffs of wet hair pointing in all directions. still, her body slacks against his, nestled quite cozily in his arms— she loved this, the sense of belonging. what was home indeed, other than his arms and the cocoon they always had around them. pausing her masterpiece, she leans forward again to press her lips to his. “you think two kisses are enough?” she huffs playfully, hands leaving his hair after she was done. “you look like mowgli! a cuter mowgli though.. and you owe me like a hundred kisses at this point.”
@⁰² yoonah c. A prompt roll of his eyes is given at her quick comeback, and Doyoung can barely register the sounds of water moving before there's the weight of her in his lap, his wet hands reaching upward to gently caress her back. Her chest on his, the rather adorable expression spread across her face despite their rather promiscuous position, and the comforting feel of her hands on his hair... A dreamy sigh leaves Doyoung's lips. Just a few weeks ago they had been pining, stuck in an endless cycle of push-and-pull, but now... now they can be happy. Or so he hopes. "Were those not enough kisses?" He asks pointedly, light chortle at his lips as the gentle melody of Conan Gray begins to play in the background. "How many kisses do I owe you?"
@⁰⁴ doyoung k. “You’re my best view,” she murmurs, dropping her voice an octave so she could mimic the famous meme but the thought of the no-neck man in her head was too funny, a bout of giggles picking up in her chest. Still giggling, she scoots closer to where he sat vis a vis her so she could settle herself on his lap, hands leaving his cheeks so she could wrap her arms around his waist under the water. She lets out a playful yelp at the loud smooches, her nose wrinkling in an adorable manner. “Kisses first and then i’ll start thinking about duckies. Do you know how affection deprived I was today?” she muses in a conspiratorial tone, her arms moving again so she could bring her wet hands to his hair, beginning to create foamy spikes on the obsidian locks.
@⁰² yoonah c. "I think /I/ have the amazing view," he says, doing the same and propping his wine glass carefully on the bathtub's pristine marble ledge. She cups his cheeks, to which he chuckles and puckers his lips―it's strange, really. Doyoung can't quite remember the last time he felt so... free, untethered to the world by responsibilities and back-breaking burdens. She makes him feel... different. A good different, one that seethes into him like the warmth gathered from this bathtub. He smiles, a gentle simper upon his lips as he reaches his own wet hands up, cupping her roseate cheeks as well. A rather dramatic "mwah!" leaves his lips as he leans in, meeting her puckered lips. "Mmm, are you gonna teach me how to make ducks, huh? Or are you gonna keep kissing me?"
@⁰⁴ doyoung k. God, what a view that was― caught red-handed about the staring, she smacks her lips together as she nods. “Can’t blame me when it’s an amazing view,” she huffs almost in a sassy manner. Yet, she tears her eyes away from him, a blush rising in her cheeks; right now was not a very good time to think thoughts like that, she chides herself mentally, making herself busy by switching on the water to rid her head of the foam mountain on her head. Done, she reaches out to grab her glass of wine, making sure to send him a blatant eye roll as she takes a sip, shuddering at the tartness of the wine that exploded on her tongue. She lets him amuse himself, her own lips curved into a grin. “I know,” she laughs, placing her wine glass down on the ledge as she scoots closer, the foam on her nose ticklish. “I missed you too.” Yoonah muses, her wet hands reaching up to cup his cheeks, pulling herself to him for kisses she sorely missed.
@⁰² yoonah c. In his boxers, Doyoung opens the bottle of wine with ease and pours an adequate amount of the blood-red sweetness into their glasses before taking a look back at the tub, only to find the watchful eyes of his partner staring back at him. His eyebrow curiously, almost mischievously. "Staring, are we?" Finally, he discards his final piece of clothing to the pile of fabric and makes his way over to the tub to slip in, though not before pressing a quick peck to the pouted roseate tiers before him. "Of course for ducks, what else?" He asks, feigning innocence as he hands to her her tall glass. Lithe digits wrapped around the column of his wine glass, Doyoung swirls the dark liquid before taking a small sip, the dry taste making itself present on his tongue. Finally making his presence in the tub, he gathers some bubbles on the tip of his finger before pressing them to her nose. "Hi, baby. I missed you."
@⁰⁴ doyoung k. It was always funny, how easily he reciprocated her childish retorts and soothed her down into affectionate bliss. Her pout still remains, a permanence at the sadness of losing her baby ducks but the strip show was much more fascinating at that very moment. Her arms reach over to lay on the edge of the marble tub, chin resting atop her forearm as she observedㅡ indeed it was quite shameless of her, to allow herself to oogle the man she called her boyfriend but who else did she have to blatantly stare at. His defined body came into view, pieces of clothing discarded one by one and Yoonah couldn’t help the mischievous whistle that slipped past her lips. “Damn, baby,” she murmured in a teasing exclamation, shoulders shaking with laughter as she moved again to press her back against one end of the tub, the water sloshing enough to tumble down at his feet in wet puddles. “Techniques to make ducks or…?”
@⁰² yoonah c. His eyes widen the slightest at the appearance before him—his girlfriend in the tub, the Mt. Everest of bubbles on top of her head looking absolutely adorable despite the large doe eyes she wears on her visage. He mirrors the expression, wide eyes blinking at his girlfriend who now wears a sad expression. "Aw, baby," he coos, placing his bearings on the spacious counter before beginning to slip off his hoodie and the t-shirt beneath. "I'll make duckies with you." His words are laced with a small chuckle, running a hand through his hair before he jogs out of the bathroom shirtless, returning with two wine glasses. His hands work quickly at his jean buttons, tugging them down his legs. "You'll have to show me the perfect technique though, miss professional Parisian trained sculptor."
@⁰⁴ doyoung k. she had nestled herself quite cozily in the tub, not even paying attention to the tv— truth be told, she liked tom and jerry more than she liked spongebob but it was just background noise at this point. yoonah preoccupied herself with the bubbles, building ducks out of them with focusef artistic skills— but the sight was on her head, short locks stuck to her head yet a mound of foam raised like a proper mountain atop. her brows were furrowed in concentration, lower lip tucked between as she built her last baby duck and she was so into her masterpiece, she hadnt heard the door open at all. his voice broke her out of her haze, the loud echo causing her hand to slip and damage every one of her ducks which melted into the water in a sad haze. “No my duckies!” she exclaimed in a whine, looking up at him with the saddest doe gaze on the planet. “My duckies are gone!”
@⁰² yoonah c. When he slips into her apartment with the use of the spare key, his hands are occupied by a bouquet of pink peonies—her favorite flowers, a fact which he had made note of conscientiously—and a bottle of red tucked in his elbow. There’s an evident absence of his beguiling partner, though the sounds of water in the bathroom are more than telling. Slipping off his shoes, he makes his way to the bathroom and gives a slight knock on the door to inform her of his presence before stepping in. He’s presented with the image of his girlfriend bathed in a tub of suds, a sweet scent ading the air. “Hey, you,” he says, placing his goods on the bathroom counter.
