Forbidden Desire | sunsun

7

Sunoo has a way of making Sunghoon's heart race.

His face is softest in the morning, looking almost delicate as the sleep fades from his eyes and the two of them stand lazily in each other's space, walking on sun-warmed floorboards with bare feet, dressed only in their sleep clothes. It's a kind of intimate comfort that Sunghoon didn't know he craved, longing to lean forward and wrap his arms around Sunoo's waist until they're moulded together in the cast of the morning light. The warm, muted affection spreads like sunlight across his skin, making it tingle as he stares at Sunoo with a fondness he didn't know he could possess.

Sunghoon can't see anything else except Sunoo.

"Are you ready for the party?" he asks him as Sunoo sleepily buttons his blazer, his long, dark hair covering his eyes. It makes him look overgrown in a boyish way, especially when he shakes it out of his eyes and reaches for his pack of cigarettes on his dresser, slipping them into his pocket. He wears his gold watch on his left wrist and it glimmers, as warm as the colour of his skin. The routine is familiar and comfortable, moving slowly like the clouds in the sky that Sunghoon watches through the open window. With each day, it feels like a little more light creeps into the room until the hour comes for Sunghoon to slide the curtains shut again.

However, in these short moments, Sunghoon sees light.

"Yes," Sunoo says, reaching over Sunghoon to grab his jacket. The proximity makes Sunghoon feel warm, and Sunoo's breath ghosts across his lips when he leans in close, their chests brushing together. Sunoo giggles, eyes crinkling, before pulling away like he knows how Sunghoon feels, and maybe he does.

"Are you sure you want to go?" Sunghoon asks, a shallow pool of nervousness rippling inside of him to replace the innocent happiness. The sky shakes when he asks the question, rain beginning to splatter heavily down against the dry, cracked earth like it fears the darkness that will come when they leave this room. Sunghoon rests a hand on Sunoo's arm, hesitating.

Sunoo looks at him curiously, like he can read the subtle change in Sunghoon's demeanour. "I've never been given a choice in going before."

"I know," Sunghoon says, letting his hand fall back down to his side. His desperation fizzles away, and he looks to the door, wishing it were locked from the outside.

"You'll be there too," Sunoo murmurs like a promise, wrapping an arm around Sunghoon's waist and pulling him in to press a sweet kiss to his mouth. It catches Sunghoon off guard and he gasps, lightly curling his fingers on top of Sunoo's shoulder to keep himself from falling. The fabric of his blazer is soft, and his hair tickles Sunghoon's knuckles. A pleasant heat spreads through Sunghoon's body from the kiss, making him sag against Sunoo.

"I know," Sunghoon whispers, his heart beating fast at the thought of someone coming in and seeing them. He pushes Sunoo away carefully, but he still feels floaty. He licks his lips, tasting Sunoo's mouth on them.

"Maybe I'll dance with you tonight," Sunoo hums, looking every bit as beautiful as he had the night before as he stares at Sunghoon.

Sunghoon drags his fingers down Sunoo's chest, pressing the silk into his skin to feel the shape of the muscles against his hands. All he wants to do is touch and cherish him, but he doesn't know how much he's allowed to take. He toes the line dangerously, always wanting more. "Are you allowed?"

Sunoo shrugs, playful mirth in his eyes. "Who will think anything from just a dance?"

Maybe that's the problem , Sunghoon thinks. Their moments are only visible to them.