the photograph // sunsun

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sunoo was surrounded by the comfortable silence of his apartment. he was holding one muffin in his right hand. looking at its golden crust, he couldn't help feeling its sweet scent.

he slowly bought it to his lips. sunoo opened his mouth to take a bite, but hesitated as a flash of memory crossed his mind. he frowned in confusion because the memory felt unfamiliar — like something he had never lived before.

he saw himself surrounded by  flashing lights, his hands on someone else, and a warm and sweet sensation on his lips.

he bit into his muffin, trying to shake off the strange feeling. he wondered when and where that had happened.

he took his phone and started swiping through his gallery. when he saw the photo of him kissing sunghoon, he almost choked on his food.

that was it. the weird and out of context memory.

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"please make yourself at home."

sunoo stared in awe at sunghoon's massive house. he followed sunghoon to the living room, where they sat on the couch in front of a coffee table.

the living room was spacious and bright, with large windows that let in natural light. the walls were painted in a soft beige colour, with white mouldings and cornices. the ceiling was adorned with a crystal chandelier and a medallion. the floor was covered with a cream-colored carpet, with a geometric pattern in gold and black.

the furniture was elegant and refined, with simple and symmetrical shapes. the couch was upholstered in a navy blue velvet, with gold buttons and piping. the coffee table was a round marble slab. the fireplace was framed by a white mantel, with two busts of classical figures on each side. above the fireplace, there was a large mirror with a gold leaf frame.

sunghoon put some heavy books on the table. "i think we are making progress."

"how so?" sunoo murmured without looking at sunghoon. every time he did, that memory resurfaced in his brain.

"i can finally understand some sentences during lectures- are you okay?" sunghoon noticed sunoo being detached and not paying attention to anything he was saying.

"sorry, i am just distracted," he answered, avoiding sunghoon's gaze.

"oh yeah?" sunghoon leaned closer. "it doesn't seem like it. look at me..."

sunoo sighed and turned his head toward sunghoon. but he regretted it as soon as he met the latter's eyes. sunoo gulped, feeling his face heating up.

"maybe you have a fev-"

"yes!" sunoo almost jumped from his seat. "i have a really bad fever. it seems like today we can't have any lessons."

sunghoon smirked and quickly placed his palm on sunoo's forehead, checking his temperature.

"you are completely fine. what's really going on?"

"i don't know. my head hurts so bad." sunoo lied, rubbing his temples.

sunghoon looked at him with a mix of amusement and concern. he could tell sunoo was lying, but he didn't know why.