domestic xiuhan always fucks me up (they're soul mates, i know this but them recognizing and establishing lives together and becoming a very intertwined and forever thing, oh fuCK) and yes i love how domestic they are in this. like they live together and lu hua has dinner waiting for her when she gets there and they take baths together and it's like ahhhhhhhhhhhhh and ohhhhhhh the mention of minseon looking out for lu hua's wellbeing, noting when she's been neglecting herself and deciding to remedy that that's so fucking beautiful, ni me toques
and this entire paragaphy She thinks about eloquence, word choice, the perfect way to express how Lu Hua makes her heart squeeze. She thinks about how the world is vastly infinite with them like this, a tangle of limbs, the high of their fucking, of their lovemaking ebbing slowly. Minseon thinks about it as Lu Hua rolls off of her and directly into her arms. She still can’t form the words when she’s watching Lu Hua’s eyes dance, giggling quietly when she asks why Minseon is looking at her like that. Minseon kisses the bridge of her nose, sighing into her hair. She feels the smile Lu Hua presses into her shoulder as they drift off to sleep, soft, soft skin flush against one another. this is what dreams are made of tbh
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domestic xiuhan always fucks me up (they're soul mates, i know this but them recognizing and establishing lives together and becoming a very intertwined and forever thing, oh fuCK)
and yes i love how domestic they are in this. like they live together and lu hua has dinner waiting for her when she gets there and they take baths together and it's like ahhhhhhhhhhhhh
and ohhhhhhh the mention of minseon looking out for lu hua's wellbeing, noting when she's been neglecting herself and deciding to remedy that
that's so fucking beautiful, ni me toques
and this entire paragaphy
She thinks about eloquence, word choice, the perfect way to express how Lu Hua makes her heart squeeze. She thinks about how the world is vastly infinite with them like this, a tangle of limbs, the high of their fucking, of their lovemaking ebbing slowly. Minseon thinks about it as Lu Hua rolls off of her and directly into her arms. She still can’t form the words when she’s watching Lu Hua’s eyes dance, giggling
quietly when she asks why Minseon is looking at her like that. Minseon kisses the bridge of her nose, sighing into her hair. She feels the smile Lu Hua presses into her shoulder as they drift off to sleep, soft,
soft skin flush against one another.
this is what dreams are made of tbh
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