𝗪𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗲 || 𝗥𝗶𝘄𝗼𝗼𝗻𝗴

𝗘𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻

Pov Ricky

The boys just spent the whole day watching music videos and dancing, without replying to any of their friends' messages.

Until it was late at night, and they had to go to bed. But none of them could sleep, so they were just looking at each other.

"Jiwoong-"

"You know how much I hate it when you call me by my name?"

"Oh, right. Please forgive me, hyung."

Ricky emphasized the word 'hyung', smirking after that. And so did Jiwoong, raising his eyebrow.

"Say that again."

"Hyung."

Jiwoong licked his lips, and forced Ricky into a laying position. Without hesitation, he got on top of him, and smiled.

"Woah. That was hot."

Ricky said, trying to look away. But Jiwoong on top of him wasn't really helping him to do so.

"Ricky, lemme tell you, you'll like it."

Jiwoong whispered, and took off their shirts. He kissed the younger right away, and Ricky couldn't resist. Not that he wanted to.

"Damn. Why are you doing this?"

He asked, pushing the elder slightly back, but Jiwoong just kept kissing his lips, to stop him from talking.

"Just wanna see how you taste."

Jiwoong murmured, as he kissed the younger's neck. Ricky shivered, and wrapped his arms around the elder.

Soon, Ricky had a noticeable hickey on his neck, but none of them truly cared about it at that moment.

Jiwoong was kissing the younger's upper body, giving him a feeling of pleasure, and happiness.

His body was still bruised, and injured, but it didn't hurt. Not at all. It already started to heal.

And Jiwoong was so careful, as if it was a fragile vase that could break with the lighter touch.

"But- hyung-"

"Shhh."

No, you won't do whatever you want.

"Have I ever told you how I get whatever I want, whenever I want it?"

Ricky asked, and, with just one move, he was now on top of Jiwoong. The elder was breathlessly looking at him, right in the eyes.

As Ricky started doing what the elder was doing before, a feeling of guilt overwhelmed him.

He stopped, and looked up. He knew that what he was doing wasn't wrong at all, but he still felt bad.

It would be bad if instead of Jiwoong was one of his cousin's murderer, but it wasn't. He didn't know what was  wrong.

"Hey, what happened?"

"Hyung, can we please stop?"

Ricky quietly asked, forcing himself into a sitting position on the bed. Jiwoong did the same, and looked at him.

"Obviously yes since you don't want it anymore. That shouldn't even be a question. But, hey, did I do anything wrong?"

"Noo, absolutely not. It's just my brain and its stupid thoughts. I'm sorry."

"There's nothing to be sorry about. Are you okay?"

The younger nodded slightly, and just stared at his bed sheets for a while, before deciding to tell him.

"I just... Whenever I do something like that, even when I just think of a boy, I just feel like my cousin gets mad at me."

"Aw, Ricky, it's all fine. Here, give me a hug. No kissing, no talking, just hugging. You need it."

Ricky smiled, and immediately hugged Jiwoong tightly, feeling relieved and happy.

Their warm, shirtless bodies intertwined, and Ricky rested his head on the elder's shoulder.

They just stayed like that for a good while, until Ricky unexpectedly fell asleep, right on Jiwoong's hug.

"Cutie. You must've been tired of crying."

Jiwoong whispered, and kissed the younger's forehead, before carefully putting on the younger his shirt.

He wore his shirt as well, helped Ricky lay down on the bed, and he laid right next to him.

He was staring at him all night long, since Ricky was the only one for whom Jiwoong cared about.

It was Thursday night, which meant that they fortunately had only one day of school left.

They just had to be patient for some hours, and soon, the weekend was waiting for them all.

It was about 3 am when Ricky suddenly woke up, all sweaty. He was looking for Jiwoong, as if he wasn't next to him.

"Woah, calm down. Ay, Ricky, I'm here. Ricky. Look at me. It's all good."

The younger grabbed Jiwoong's shirt, like he always used to do, with shaky hands, and looked at him in the eyes.

"That man... I saw him on my dream... Who is he? Hyung, how do you know him?"

"Shhh. We used to date. But I promise, he won't hurt you again. I'll kill him only if he dares to look at you again. Now sleep, and you won't see him in your dream this time."

The elder laid his hand on the bed, and Ricky rested his head on it. They were cuddling, when both of them fell asleep.

The night was cold, even though there were literally no open windows anywhere in the house.

They hugged each other tighter, to prevent themselves from freezing because of the cold.

Turns out it was snowing all night, and everything in Seoul was really cold. But they were still sleeping, so how would they know?

Ricky woke up again, but this time, it wasn't because of a nightmare he saw and scared him.

He just wanted to drink some water. So he slowly got up, not wanting to wake Jiwoong up, and went to the kitchen.

There was a window, from which you could see the whole city. And Ricky got excited as he saw that it was snowing.

Snow always made him feel happy. He really wanted to wake Jiwoong up, and tell him, but he didn't.

He seemed so tired of worrying about Ricky and taking care of him, so the younger just fell asleep again.

But he couldn't wait until the morning. Whenever it was snowing, school was cancelled, for their own safety.

And that's what would happen that time, again. And it only made Ricky happier, cause he could spend a whole day with all his friends, and Jiwoong.