Seonho and I arrive back at the hotel, our footsteps echoing softly in the dimly lit hallway. My award clutched in one hand, I can still feel the buzz from the evening's events. We stop outside the door to our suite, and Seonho fishes out the keycard from his pocket.
"You ready to see our boy?" he asks, a playful smile tugging at his lips.
I nod, my heart doing a little flip and a knowing smile on my lips. "Let's go."
The door clicks open, and we step inside. The room is warmly lit, casting a cozy glow over everything. Jaewook is sprawled out on the couch, remote in hand, eyes glued to the TV screen where they're replaying highlights from the awards show.
"Hey!" he exclaims as soon as he spots us. He gets up and crosses the room in a few quick strides, pulling me into a tight hug. "Congratulations! You were incredible up there."
"Thanks," I murmur into his shoulder before pulling back to look at him. His eyes are bright with pride and excitement. "And thank you for watching."
Seonho joins us, placing a hand on Jaewook's shoulder. "We brought dinner," he says with a grin.
Jaewook's eyes light up at that. "My saviors."
We make our way to the small dining table in the corner of the room where Seonho sets down the bags of food we picked up on our way back. The aroma fills the room instantly—rich and savory.
"Smells amazing," Jaewook says as he helps unpack the containers.
We sit down together, passing around dishes and filling our plates. The conversation flows easily—laughter mingling with stories about the night's events and our favorite moments from the show.
"I loved your speech," Jaewook says between bites of food. "Especially that part about fighting against those who doubted you."
I smile, feeling warmth spread through me. "It felt good to say it out loud," I admit.
Seonho nods in agreement. "You've always been fearless, Iseul."
As we eat, there's a comfortable silence that settles over us.
Once dinner is finished, we clear away the containers and plates, leaving only empty space on the table as evidence of our meal.
"I'm going to get ready for bed," I announce, stretching my arms above my head.
"Me too," Seonho chimes in.
Jaewook nods. "I'll join you guys in a bit."
We make our way to the bedroom area of the suite, where our suitcases are neatly lined up against one wall. I unzip mine and pull out my pajamas—a soft pair of shorts and an oversized t-shirt that feels like home.
Seonho and I make our way to the bathroom, leaving Jaewook alone in the room. The shower is already running, steam filling the small space as we step inside. He pulls me close, his hands running over my wet skin as the water cascades down around us.
"You know," he says, his voice low and husky, "I love showering with you."
I laugh, feeling a warmth spread through me. "Why's that?"
He grins, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. "Makes it so much more interesting."
We take our time washing each other, the water running over our bodies as we explore every inch of each other. When we finally step out of the shower, wrapped in fluffy towels, I feel a deep sense of contentment.
As we make our way back to the bedroom, I can see Jaewook waiting for us on the bed. He's already shirtless, his hair tousled and his eyes dark and focused. I feel a thrill run through me at the sight of him.
"You look good like that," I tell him, climbing onto the bed and straddling his hips.
He grins up at me, his hands running over my still-damp skin. "You think so?"
I nod, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips. "Mmhmm."
Seonho bounds onto the bed, shaking his wet hair like a puppy and dousing Jaewook in a spray of droplets. Jaewook protests, but the mischievous glint in his eyes tells me he's enjoying every second of it. They tussle, their laughter filling the room as they wrestle for dominance on the mattress. I grin, watching the two of them together. It's like a scene straight out of a romantic comedy, and I'm loving every moment of it.
Seonho's playful energy is infectious, and I feel my own mood lift as I watch him and Jaewook go at it. Jaewook may be the calm and collected type, but when Seonho's around, he lets his guard down and shows his playful side. And Seonho, with his mischievous grin and boundless energy, is the perfect person to bring it out of him.
I lean back on the pillows, feeling more content than I have in a long time. With Seonho and Jaewook by my side, I feel like I can take on anything. And as I watch them tangle up together on the bed, enjoying the show.
"I think it's sexy to see you two like this," I say, my voice low and husky.
Jaewook looks up at me, his eyes overbright. "You do?"
I nod, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips. "Mmhmm."
Something occurs to me and I shoot a look at the two men. I consider it before finally asking.
"Hey, Jaewook," I say, my voice low and husky. "Have you ever let Seonho … you know, fuck you?"
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