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"Kim Iwol."
"Hm?"
Choi Jeho is glaring at me critically from the kitchen as I balance myself on the table to hang up the framed picture. The picture was of spArk, posing together in a beautifully decorated garden, all holding bouquets of white and pink roses and dressed in matching white tuxedos for our last group comeback before we fully moved on to solo careers.
I had put so much effort into producing this last comeback that I beam with joy every time I see the end product. I printed and framed a bunch of other photos too.
Choi Jeho comes to stand beside me, one large hand reaching out to balance the frame straight.
"Why are you hanging this one up in the living room? There's plenty of others."
I hop off the table to take in the completed scene. I'd sprung for beautiful mahogany furniture for the apartment, tastefully contrasted with cream white cushions and curtains, with dark blue pops of color with various decorations. It all blends together nicely, making the picture the first thing the eye sees from the entrance.
"I want to capture the memories of that day to be remembered all the time."
Choi Jeho glances at the other framed pictures laid against the wall on the floor, his gaze lingering on the large one of just the two of us together, holding each other close and smiling at the camera. In frame, just slightly out of focus are the golden bands we both wore.
I look at it, feeling a blush rising on my cheeks, clearing my throat.
"That one's going in the bedroom. And the other smaller ones are going to be hung in the hallway and living room. Besides, we might have guests who aren't accepting…"
Jeho just smiles, and presses a soft kiss to my forehead. His hand takes mine, his thumb running over the golden band on my ring finger before he kisses my lips. Golden warmth shoots through me, washing me in familiar comfort and safety.
"I'll go hang the pictures, I'm done with the kitchen. You should set up your little friends."
With a smile that has become his default expression, he steps away to pick up the framed photo. I shake myself out of the daze, and step into the kitchen to find my overworked office cat figurines laid out on the counter, a small box beside them labeled 'Iwol's kitty caretaking box' scribbled cheekily in Lee Cheonghyeon's handwriting.
There's only one shelf left with space over the kitchen peninsula, visible from both the living room and entrance area. I painstakingly set up my cats the most relaxing environment with little mini plush beds and blankets, a little kitchen and mini guitar area from the dollhouse furniture the members gifted me over the years. Finally, I settle them in their tiny home, tucking them in.
I snap a quick picture of my creation to send to the group chat. Almost immediately, Lee Cheonghyeon sends a reaction image of a cartoon version of me melting followed by hearts. Kang Kiyeon likes the message, and sends a picture of his own Princess Soda figurine having tea with a plush keychain of Park Joowoo.
Sparks' heavenly siren: Kiyeon-ah how could you!! You said you wouldn't buy one!!
In the flurry of reaction images Cheonghyeon sends, I watch Joowoo confront Kiyeon for lying about not buying Joowoo merch.
A strong pair of arms snake around my waist, and I peck Jeho's cheek as he reads the chat over my shoulder.
"I finished hanging up the pictures."
The pictures were last on my list, so I free myself from Choi Jeho's hold, walking a loop throughout the apartment. It looks exactly like I planned, so I snap a few pictures for the group chat.
Our wedding pictures are nicely placed in the bedroom, making the atmosphere welcoming and romantic.
"The members are coming for a visit tomorrow, right?"
"Yeah, at 4 pm, because Seongbin-ah has a schedule in the morning."
I turn to see Choi Jeho eyeing me, face unreadable. I cross my arms. This guy, is he still upset that I didn't allow him to buy that FF6600 orange pillows for the bed? I'd already conceded with the pizza blanket, now decorating our couch, I wasn't going to let his atrocious sense in color take over our home life!
"It's our first night alone at home after the ceremony."
I frown. It was true, we'd had the ceremony impulsively, during our overseas shoot, we were already wearing tuxes and dressed for a wedding, so we had a small ceremony with our members. Seongbin had officiated, and Kiyeon and Cheonghyeon called dibs on walking us down the aisle, so poor gentle Park Joowoo was the flower girl.
A mp3 player had played the wedding march, and we'd gotten married on a small private beach on a night with a full moon.
Afterwards, no one knew we were married except us, and we had schedules, so we were too busy, then the move, house hunting, our solo schedules overlapping had us too tired to do anything.
"It's too bad we haven't had a chance for a proper honeymoon, huh?" I say, already brainstorming when our next vacations could be arranged.
Choi Jeho simply stepped closer. He pinned me with his gaze, and suddenly, the world and work melted away from my brain, until only anticipation and arousal and affection lingered. When Jeho's hand ran from my hip all the way to cup my jaw, I leaned in.
He captured my lips with his own, coaxing his tongue into my mouth. I let myself be nudged onto the bed, sinking into the matress. Quick fingers undressed me quickly, and I tugged at his shirt until he relented, letting me pull it off him. His back muscles rippled with the motion.
I take advantage of the moment to ogle him - with his perfectly sculpted jawline and nose, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. My hand wanders to his chest, where hard muscle ripples with his movement.
In the years of our relationship, we'd gotten very good at sex. He knew exactly how to make me moan, how to touch me. I let myself be loose and pliant in his arms, making pitiful noises while he fingers me open.
Thinking back to our first time, I'd been so nervous, kind of scared. It was such an intimate act, a big act of trust. Compared to then, I only felt warm and comfortable with the knowledge that Choi Jeho would never hurt me, never force me. Arousal overwhelmed me.
I needed him inside me, needed him to hold me close, to be as deep as possible, filling me. Between my moans, I make out his name.
"Choi - hng- Jeho-"
Those dark eyes crinkle when Jeho's lips twitch upward.
"Yes?"
I whine. My brain is too melted for me to speak, but I try anyway.
"…Please.."
Jeho watches me with an air of impassivity, and annoyance flares but is quickly drowned by need.
"Please- haah- fuck me- hah- already-"
"What am I to you, Kim Iwol?"
What- this guy, after we had a wedding ceremony and exchanged rings, you're still asking that? Haven't I made it clear by now? What was with this middle schooler question when we're both over thirty?
My indignation halted in its' tracks when I met Choi Jeho's molten gaze. Ah…this punk wants something else. My cheeks heat up. I haven't called him this yet at all.
"H-husband.."
I avoid his gaze as I say it, and moan in surprise when he pushes inside me, whipping around to see his expression. Choi Jeho's usually impassive expression is gone, replaced by pure joy. I have to squint to make out his face from his beaming smile. Even after years together, my heart still stutters in the face of such beauty.
Jeho begins thrusting, threading his fingers with mine as I whimper and moan uncontrollably. Pleasure begins to build, and I drink in this view of Choi Jeho that only I am privy to. It's at times like this I truly understand what Jeho-stans see in this guy.
Like he's making up for all the times I muffled my moans when we lived in the dorm, Jeho thrusts expertly, hitting all my spots and making me moan louder and louder.
I know I won't last long, so I tap three times on Jeho's back, signalling I'm close. He brings me over the edge with a few well timed strokes of my dick, biting down on my shoulder as I ejaculate. Shivers wrack my body, every nerve alight.
Jeho holds me through my comedown, still inside me. I snuggle into his hold, limbs like jelly.
"Did you come?"
A rough voice whispers "No" in my ear. Well, that won't do.
Experimentally, I move my hips in a rolling motion, drawing a groan from him. Jeho lets himself be rolled over onto his back without protest, settling two large hands on my waist. I sink onto his cock easily, letting out a whimper when it reaches deeper than before. It's a good thing I have a lot of stamina, I think as I begin to move, bouncing on his dick.
Choi Jeho looks ruined, watching me with open lust and love on his face. I lean in to kiss him sloppily, and he moves his hips in sync with mine. Waves of pleasure begin building, and I grab my dick, stroking myself over the edge just as Jeho's control snaps, and he sits up suddenly to hold me tight in place, thrusting up roughly again and again and again until we're both groaning as we come, my seed spilling all over his chest and stomach.
We collapse back onto the bed, Jeho easing out his cock and taking off the condom.
I press a small kiss to his lips, smiling up at him.
"I love you, Choi Jeho."
Jeho returns the smile and kiss, following it with a kiss on both my cheeks and forehead. Ritual complete, he runs a hand through my sweaty hair before whispering,
"I love you too, Gentleman Ruffian Kim Iwol."
"Yah, Choi Jeho! Do you want to sleep on the cou-"
Another kiss muffles my angry outburst, and Jeho slides smoothly off the bed, ducking into the bathroom. I follow him with every reason to chew him out when he turns on the shower. Hot steam fills the room as he turns to me, disarming smile on his face, stark naked and showing off his muscled body with an obvious invitation to join him in the shower.
I open my mouth to chew him out anyway, but the sudden realization that he might wash my hair for me renders me silent. I scowl as I step into the shower.
"Don't frown, Kim Iwol. What if you get wrinkles? A proper idol never surrenders to his worst enemy, wrinkles, do you want me to recite the twelve commandments of being an idol?"
Choi Jeho's deep voice is twisted into a mockery of mine, imitating my angry rants.
Screw the intimate hair wash.
"Yah, Choi Jeho! How dare you-"