Bodyguard | Heesun

21

It was a weird feeling, waking up knowing that his entire life had changed in a matter of seconds. Knowing that the nightmares he'd grown so used to for years were over. Knowing that it was now time to start over, to rip out and burn all the pages of his past life and welcome a blank page, ready to be inked with this new chapter. A chapter where Sunoo was able to write everything himself.

However, it was not a weird feeling to wake up in Heeseung's arms, with a slight ache in his lower back and a bit of a pounding in his head after their adventures the night before. He smiles when he remembers. It was a good celebration. The celebration they deserved.

Sunoo wants to get out of bed and check the damage, check the post he made last night to see how the world reacted to it, but the safety of Heeseung's arms is too inviting to refuse, so he doesn't move.

Instead, he turns around in his arms slowly and brushes his nose against his skin. It's rare that Sunoo wakes up before him, Heeseung being a much lighter sleeper than he is, so he takes the moment to appreciate his sleepy face, the slight frown when he feels Sunoo rustling by his side. The way his eyelashes flutter, the way they brush against his cheek. His lips slightly parted pout slightly, then.

They're still naked under the sheets, skin hot and aching to be touched again.

Sunoo can't keep the smile from spreading across his face when he remembers that yesterday wasn't a dream, that it happened, that it's all over and that he is... free.

He also can't keep himself from waking Heeseung up with kisses, because he's just so happy, so grateful, so elated by the fact that he's right here, right now, with him, that he needs to share the emotion with him.

"Mmh," Heeseung hums contentedly when he wakes up with a smile on his lips, raising the arm that was wrapped around Sunoo's waist to bring him even closer, pulling him until he's lying on top of Heeseung. "How lucky I am to wake up with your kisses," he murmurs drowsily. His eyes flutter open to meet Sunoo's, his smile growing wider before he pulls Sunoo in for a kiss. "How are you feeling, love?"

And there's just one adjective Sunoo feels like he can use right now.

"Free," he whispers against his lips before he kisses him again. "Happy, relieved, head-over-heels-in-love with you..." he adds after that. Fine, maybe there were more adjectives.

Heeseung smiles against his lips, the pad of his fingers trailing up and down Sunoo's bare back. "And to think that you're starting this new chapter of your life naked in my arms," he breathes out in an amused tone, and adds in between gentle kisses, "I couldn't dream of a better beginning. Just you and me. Free."

"I really love you," Sunoo sighs as if he was desperate for Heeseung to believe him. As if the younger boy didn't already. "I know you told me not to thank you but th—" he gets quieted by a kiss.

"I love you," Heeseung says instead, while his hands slide down to cup Sunoo's asscheeks, gentle fingers digging into the skin as to bring their hips flush together. "You did it all," a murmur against Sunoo's lips, "you survived and you fought."

"I did, huh? Guess I'm stronger than I thought," he smiles and nuzzles his nose against Heeseung's. "And now, I'm gonna be releasing my music and kissing my boyfriend whenever I want! Which reminds me—you're officially fired, babe."

The smile on Heeseung's face is replaced by an overly-dramatic expression, mouth hanging open in false shock. "How will I get my boyfriend flowers every week if I am fired?"

"Your boyfriend will get you flowers instead," he bends down and kisses him. "You can just take pretty pictures of me as payment. My socials are going to be needing lots of pictures to divert the attention from the fact that the entire nation now knows that I was... well, you know," he bites his lip, then. He really doesn't want to think about that, but he thinks that, no matter how much time goes by, it will always be there at the back of his mind.