" i'm here and you're here. "
sim jaeyun / park sunghoon ♡
𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝,
an unexpected friendship blossoms between two boys, and they begin to realise that they are more similar than they anticipated.
@JJAEYUN - 2022/2023
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jake stared hard.
at sunghoon's, delicate body, noticing all the details. all his crevices, curves and spots. his build was slightly more muscular than himself and he had a gently toned abdomen. he stood from his place watching as jake lost the ability to look away or speak.
"you like what you see?" sunghoon smirked.
"f-fuck off," jake mumbled, even though he was practically drooling right now.
the shirtless male turned around grabbing a pile of clothes and walked over to jake, placing it beside him.
"clothes for you, there's towels in the bathroom...let me know if you need anything else," he said calmly.
"o-oh.. thanks," jake replied still eyeing sunghoon's body from the corner of his vision.
sunghoon slipped out of the room chuckling lightly, and he assumed he went to the bathroom. jake fell back onto sunghoon's bed, his face hot and red. immediately feeling comfortable as he relaxed in his position, the sheets smelt freshly changed and had the hint of sunghoon's lovely scent. he threw off his school blazer to the side of the bed and loosened his tie, undoing the top two buttons of his collared shirt in the process. sunghoon's place was more than cosy, he would live here if he could and wouldn't miss his so called home one bit.
he finally had time to think by himself again, but the only thing that swirled around in his mind was the way sunghoon kissed him again and again, pressing his body harder against the ice. it happened so quick, so unreal. a vision of sunghoon's body flashed in his mind — making the tired boy all flustered at the thought. he felt the urge to run his fingers down the lines of his body and touch him, every inch of him.
he eyed the clock in the far corner of the room, it was indeed very late and he was sure he would have passed out on the road on the way home. and for that, he was extremely grateful to sunghoon. he parted his lips as he stared into the ceiling that turned into a fuzzy jumble of shapes and colours, he thought about learning all the little details about sunghoon, getting to know him better, how happy he would be to even realise the small and insignificant parts about him. something about him was so intriguing, like it was asking him to search for answers. he wanted to know him inside out, all the big and small secrets he kept away and carefully pick out each one of his features, one by one, admiring them as much as he can.
what's his favourite colour? favourite food? an unforgettable childhood memory? his favourite person? someone he loves entirely?
jake had never wanted to be so close to another, to know them completely and be able to predict them, read their mind and tell what emotion they are feeling. he wanted to be that exactly to sunghoon but more.
tilting his head to its side, he faced the window, the curtains only half closed, he could see nothing outside besides pure darkness and a dim orb of light coming from a street lamp. and for some strange, indescribable reason, jake felt so safe and warm inside. his eyelids began drooping as the scent of sunghoon grew stronger, he shifted his body into a more comfortable position, nose buried in the white sheets.
feeling drowsy and weary, jake let the thought of sunghoon slip from his mind as he started falling asleep. the slight creak of an opening door broke the silence but jake didn't flinch, sunghoon emerged in a oversized shirt and sweats, his wet hair hanging over his complexion, droplets sliding down individual strands. jake could barely make out his face as his eyes tried to close on him.
"tired?" he simply whispered and he was instantly reminded of the pretty boy. jake just hummed quietly in response.
within a second, sunghoon climbed onto the bed and was on top of him again, with a certain look in his eye, he looked happy. jake looked at him through his tired eyes, his still looked so ethereal. he grinned and hummed again. sunghoon hovered above, the soft moonlight that etched jakes soft features so beautifully — his sloped nose, heart shape lips and the way his bangs covered his forehead, leaving gaps for his eyes, which looked heavy.
sunghoon inched slowly closer. with a soft and wet press of warmth against jakes lips, instantly sending shivers down his spine and all the way through his body, putting his mind at ease, he smiled into the kiss as he breathed in sunghoon's mellow aroma that almost sent him into a slumber immediately. he felt a familiar hand slide up to his cheek and rubbing it ever so gently and the other gripping his waist before he dozed off, into the most peaceful sleep he'll have in his seventeen years of living. the taste of sunghoon remained on his own lips, he could never forget the feeling now — as he drifted off fast asleep.
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how many times has he kissed a boy now? surely he would have realised... he's gay.
sunghoon would answer with "eight" and a stern "i'm not gay." the self denial and guilt eating himself up, he could never admit it. what would his parents think? they raised a gay son. "disgusting," he could already hear his mother spitting those cruel words at him without a touch of sympathy or understanding on her voice. as if they weren't already disappointed enough in him. his efforts were not enough for them. never, he needed to be better. sunghoon would train six times a week, though he did love skating, he hated his mothers eyes as she pointed out every little imperfect detail with her cold voice.
the moment jake came into his life and the first time he asked him to eat lunch together, he could already feel the brightness that radiated from him, like a person that could heal him. from the harsh comments, rumours and loneliness.
sunghoon rested himself on his elbow as jake slept curled up next to him, he watched the male breathe in and out. he never wanted to lose him, or have to leave him again. the way his face instantly lights up, sending shivers and laughs through sunghoon's body, the way he smiles at him through his exhausted eyes and how he doesn't feel like a lonely small child anymore, forgetting about the life he's living when he's with him. when jake is with sunghoon. he feels so content and full of emotion.
he lies down beside the resting boy, wrapping his arms around his body, not too tightly and feels relieved and no longer anxious.
he's safe, holding his everything in his arms, like he's protecting everything from reaching him, except his own warmth and affirmations.
this moment is perfect. he would relive this day over and over again if he could. sunghoon would just never get sick of it, ever.
and sunghoon passed out, entirely. he hadn't been able to rest fully for a long long time, and now jake was here, he couldn't be more grateful or happy, letting sleep wash all over him.
