“So this is the book you keep pestering me to read.” Wonwoo chuckled, examining the cover of the book you just passed to him.
“The Five People You Meet in Heaven, now this sounds interesting,” he recited, turning the book around to read its synopsis.
“Wonwoo, really, The Fault in Our Stars? And you said you weren’t cheesy.”
“It’s not cheesy! It’s a really good book that teaches you the real meaning of loving someone.”
You laughed, it was absolutely adorable when your boyfriend was obsessed with his literature sometimes.
The two of you were left alone at your family’s house while they were on vacation. The main reason why Wonwoo decided to crash your house to do the reading session was because you had a small fireplace in the living room, which was deemed as a “conducive environment for reading” by your boyfriend.
It was Wonwoo’s idea for the two of you to exchange books to read. So each of you chose your favourite book and settled by the fireplace.
Each of you occupied a corner of the sofa and made yourself comfortable. Sitting with your legs outstretched, the two of you began reading. No words were exchanged as you were both thoroughly engrossed in your respective books and the only sound that could be heard was the cackling of the firewood.
“Wait, oh my god, does Hazel die?” You exclaimed. This was after hours of reading and you were already halfway through the book.
“Nah, she won’t, but someone else will.”
You felt as if you were going to lose your mind as you quickened your reading speed, hoping that by doing so, you would get the answers to your heaping questions faster.
“The captain was indeed brave and heroic for clearing the path for them. He’s my new role model.” You heard Wonwoo state from the other end of the sofa
A smile crept to your face as you pictured your boyfriend wearing the army uniform and treading dangerous grounds. Wonwoo was definitely the kind of person who was willing to make sacrifices.
It was nearly midnight, and you were close to completing your book, so was Wonwoo. You had reached the part where Hazel was reciting Augustus’ eulogy to him, and you were close to tears. Upon reading the next few paragraphs, the floodgates opened and your tears flowed nonstop.
“Wonwoo… can I have a hug?” you sobbed, looking up from your book.
Your boyfriend was shocked for a moment, before figuring out that you were crying because of the book. Placing his book down on the coffee table, he made his way next to you and pulled you onto his lap before pulling you into a tight hug.
You buried your face into his neck, slightly embarrassed that you were like this over a book, but you knew Wonwoo would understand.
“They’re such relationship goals”
“I know, I know.” Wonwoo comforted you by rubbing his hand on your back.
“Now, would you tell me if there is a sequel for The Five People you Meet in Heaven? Cause I really want to know if the girl gets to meet Eddie in the end.”
You shook your head and smiled.
“The Fault in Our Stars doesn’t have a sequel too either right?” You asked, resulting in Wonwoo shaking his head.
“It’s okay (Y/N), we can always write one together.”
I can’t forget things, or ignore them–bad things that happen. I’m a lay-it-all-out person, a dwell-on-it person, an obsess-about-it person. If I hold things in and try to forget or pretend, I become a madman and have panic attacks. I have to talk.
You know you have a little obsession with your boyfriend’s neck. It’s become a bit of a problem. You watch his Adam’s apple bob up and down after gulping down a mouthful of whiskey. You watch his hands reach to scratch his trimmed beard. It’s all you can look at when he’s talking to you, and all you want to do is nuzzle up to him, and feel the vibrations of his jugular.
The first time you had sex with him, you shyly asked him if you could mark him. He chuckled at your request, but agreed.
“You can mark me any time, sweetheart.”
Dean never had a problem with letting everyone know that you were his, so why would it matter the other way around. After that it was rare that Dean went out with a love bite on his neck. As you slept with him, you nuzzled your face in the crook of his neck, your body splayed across his.
“Why do you like my neck so much?” Dean asked, his head tilting down to see the back of your head.
You cleared your throat, knowing this question was bound to come up some time. “You… You’re not bothered by it, right?” you asked quietly, wondering if he ever got sick of having a hickey where people can clearly see it, or having your face so close to his neck every time you lay down with him. Sam had gotten mad at you a few weeks ago for leaving a hickey the night before they were off to fake being an FBI- insisting that their credibility was ruined because of that. Dean tried defending you, but you knew that he agreed with his brother. You had been too scared to mark him for two weeks, and your markings had disappeared. Your boyfriend thought he wouldn’t be so bothered by the lack of purple markings on his neck, but when a woman came up to him at a bar the night they were celebrating their successful hunt, he knew he didn’t like being unmarked. He told her he was taken, and kissed your lips for good measure. Though, he only told you how he felt when you were safe in his room. The two of you made some kind of arrangement: you could only leave a mark at the base of his neck, somewhere that was visible when he was wearing just his regular t-shirt, but disappears once he puts on his white button-up. It’s worked fabulously, and you never had to fear of being on the other side of Sam’s anger.
Dean sensed the sincerity in your voice, and his gaze softened from its teasing look. “Nah. I was just curious.”
“It’s really stupid,” you mumbled, burying your head in his neck even further.
“Stupid is as stupid does.”
“Did you just quote Forest Gump to me?” you asked, your head popping up.
He chuckled, and kissed the corner of your lips. “Maybe.”
You giggled, and then sighed. “Okay. I’ll start with the first reason. I think your neck is really attractive.”
He threw his head back in laughter.
“Like really attractive,” you emphasized with a straight face. “I mean, all you of is pretty attractive. From your stupid green eyes, to your freckles, to your freaking kissable lips, and sharp jaw line that could cut through paper, and your stubble that I love running my cheek against, but you hate because you insist it’s childish, and your firm-“
“Okay, sweetheart. As much as I love you talking about just hot I am, my curiosity is eating me alive here!”
You blushed under his gaze. “I have to show you a picture before I explain.” You leaned back to grab your phone from the bedside table, and quickly looked up the picture you were looking for. You handed Dean your phone, watching his expression carefully.