heehoon smut-shots

heehoon ¡ cold lips

★this is a smut from my book "cold lips" ¡
★Top Heeseung; Bottom Sunghoon¡
★11101 words¡

★ It's a long one, also some warning,
Sunghoon is 16 and Heeseung is about 26 in this.
★Heeseung had been a statue for more than 100 years before coming to life.

¡¡¡!!! Feel free to NOT READ if you are offended by the age gap, and keep in mind that this is FICTION.
thank you!♥︎

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Sunghoon's shoulders shook as he tried to speak, but the words caught in his throat, replaced by violent sobs.

His chest heaved, and tears streamed down his face, pooling in the hollow of his collarbone.

Every attempt to articulate his fear and love for Heeseung seemed to disintegrate into incomprehensible gasps.

Jake's expression softened further, and he reached out, wrapping his arms around Sunghoon in a comforting hug. "Hey, it's okay," he whispered, his voice soothing.
"I promise I won't do anything to hurt you. If you can't tell me, maybe you can show me?"

Sunghoon pulled back slightly, looking up at Jake through tear-filled eyes.

He saw no malice, only a sincere concern that mirrored the kindness he had once seen in Heeseung's stone gaze.

Nodding slowly, he took Jake's hand, gripping it tightly as if it were a lifeline.

Without another word, Sunghoon led Jake away from the manor, his pace quickening as they crossed the garden and approached the edge of the woods.

The path was familiar, each step taking him closer to the one place that held his heart.

He didn't look back, his determination driving him forward as he navigated through the trees.

Jake followed, his curiosity piqued but tempered by the urgency in Sunghoon's movements.

The forest was thick with foliage, the sunlight filtering through the canopy in golden beams.

Birds chirped overhead, and the sound of leaves crunching underfoot filled the silence between them.

After what felt like an eternity, they finally reached the small clearing where the pedestal stood, adorned with pink roses.

Sunghoon slowed, his breath hitching as he approached the statue of Heeseung.

He let go of Jake's hand, stepping forward and placing a trembling hand on the cool stone.

"This is him," Sunghoon whispered, his voice barely audible.
"Heeseung, the healer."

Jake stepped closer, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of the statue.

There was something ethereal about it, a sense of tranquility that seemed to emanate from the carved features.

He watched as Sunghoon caressed the statue's arm, his tears falling onto the petals of the roses scattered at its base.

"I love him," Sunghoon confessed, his voice choked with emotion.
"I can't leave him. He's my everything."

Jake nodded, his eyes scanning the intricately arranged roses that adorned the pedestal.
"Did you bring these roses here?" he asked softly, his voice laced with genuine curiosity.

Sunghoon nodded, his fingers still brushing the stone arm of the statue. "Yes. Every time Mrs. Yang is harsh to me, I come here and tell Heeseung. He's the only one who cares, the only one who listens."

Jake nodded again, understanding dawning in his eyes.

He could see the depth of Sunghoon's attachment to the statue, the solace it provided in his bleak existence. "Sunghoon," he said gently, "if you agree to come to my manor to work, I promise I will bring this statue with us. I'll even place it in your own room."