Harmonies Of The Night

Chapter 1

Cover credits: Deja_Vu_053097

Heeseung Lee's strongest memory was of the first time they ever saw a shooting star. They had been eight years old, lying on the cool grass of their backyard with their best friend, Sunghoon Park. The night sky was a vast canvas of inky blackness sprinkled with a smattering of stars, each one seemingly closer than the last. They had both made a wish, eyes wide with hope, and Sunghoon had squeezed their hand, whispering fiercely that they had to keep it a secret. The moment was so pure, so untouched by the troubles of the world, that it remained vivid in Heeseung's mind like a painting, never fading with the passage of time.

As they grew older, their bond only grew stronger. They shared a love for basketball, and every weekend was a ritual of sweat, laughter, and bruised knees. Their friendship was the kind that didn't need constant maintenance; it simply existed, a constant presence in their lives like the very air they breathed. They knew each other's strengths and weaknesses, finishing each other's sentences, and anticipating the other's next move on the court.

One summer evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the world in a warm, golden glow, Heeseung and Sunghoon found themselves sitting side by side on the hood of Heeseung's car, parked in their favorite spot overlooking the city. The air was thick with the scent of blooming flowers and the distant sound of children playing. They had just finished a particularly intense game, their chests heaving from exertion. The silence between them was comfortable, filled with the unspoken understanding that sometimes words weren't necessary.

As they watched the stars begin to emerge, one by one, Heeseung felt a peculiar shift in the air. It was as if the very fabric of their friendship was stretching, morphing into something new. Sunghoon's profile, etched against the darkening sky, seemed more than just familiar; it was beautiful in a way that made Heeseung's heart ache. His gaze lingered on Sunghoon's strong jawline, the way his hair fell over his forehead, and the soft curve of his lips.Heeseung cleared his throat, trying to shake off the unsettling feelings.

"Remember that night we saw the shooting star?"

Sunghoon glanced at him, his eyes a mirror of the twilight.

"How could I forget?"Heeseung took a deep breath, his heart hammering in his chest. "Do you... remember what you wished for?"

Sunghoon looked at him for a long moment, his expression unreadable. "Why do you ask?"

Heeseung shrugged, feigning nonchalance. "No reason. Just... curious."

Sunghoon turned to face him fully, his eyes searching. "Why don't you tell me what you wished for first?"

Heeseung's pulse quickened. This was it, the moment he'd been dreading and anticipating in equal measure. The moment when he might finally share the truth that had been nestling in his heart for years. He swallowed hard, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I wished that we could always be together. Like this."

Sunghoon's gaze didn't waver. He seemed to consider the words, the gravity of the confession hanging between them like a weighted blanket. Then, a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"You know, I made the same wish."

Heeseung's heart skipped a beat. He hadn't expected that. All these years, he'd been carrying his secret alone, assuming it was one-sided. But now, here was Sunghoon, laying bare his own feelings, which mirrored his own. He couldn't help but feel a flicker of hope.

"Really?" Heeseung's voice was thick with emotion.

Sunghoon nodded, his eyes never leaving Heeseung's. "Yeah. I did. And I've never stopped wishing it."

The silence that followed was electric, charged with the weight of unspoken words and unexplored feelings. Heeseung's hand, resting on the car's hood, twitched slightly, and before he could think better of it, he reached out and brushed a stray strand of hair from Sunghoon's forehead. The touch was light, almost imperceptible, but it sent a shiver down Sunghoon's spine.

He leaned into it, ever so slightly, his eyes fluttering shut. Heeseung's heart raced. Was this really happening? Did Sunghoon feel the same way? He had to know. He leaned in, their faces close enough that their breath mingled. He could feel the warmth of Sunghoon's breath on his skin, smell the faint scent of his sweat and the lingering sweetness of the energy drink they'd shared earlier. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he saw that Sunghoon's were still shut, his lips parted in anticipation.

Without another word, Heeseung leaned in further, and their lips met in a soft, tentative kiss. It was a moment that seemed to stretch on forever, filled with the sweetness of first love and the promise of a future unexplored. Sunghoon's hand found its way to the back of Heeseung's neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. The sensation was intoxicating, a feeling Heeseung had only ever dreamed of.The sound of their hearts pounding in their ears was the only noise that filled the space around them. It was as if the world had stopped turning, all outside distractions ceased to exist.

The city lights twinkled like distant stars, casting a soft glow on their faces, illuminating the truth of their feelings. Heeseung felt a warmth spread through his body, a warmth that had nothing to do with the evening's heat.Sunghoon's hand slid down from Heeseung's neck to his shoulder, his grip firm yet gentle. The kiss grew more urgent, more passionate, as they both realized that this was no mere whim of the moment. This was something that had been building for years, a culmination of shared experiences and unspoken desires.

Heeseung's hand moved to cup Sunghoon's cheek, feeling the rough stubble against his palm. He marveled at the softness of Sunghoon's skin, the way their bodies fit together so perfectly. It was like discovering a puzzle piece that had been right there all along, but somehow overlooked. The realization was overwhelming, and Heeseung felt his eyes well up with tears.They broke apart, panting slightly, and searched each other's eyes for reassurance. Sunghoon's gaze was filled with a mix of surprise and something else-longing. He leaned in again, this time more confidently, and pressed their foreheads together.

"We've been idiots," he murmured.

Heeseung couldn't help but laugh, the tension in his chest dissipating. "Yeah, we have."

They sat there, foreheads touching, for a few moments longer, their breaths mingling in the stillness. Then, Sunghoon pulled back and took Heeseung's hand in his, giving it a squeeze.

"Let's not be idiots anymore."

Heeseung nodded, a smile playing on his lips.

"Deal."

They decided to keep their newfound feelings a secret from everyone else, not out of fear, but because it was theirs, a treasure they weren't ready to share just yet. The days that followed were filled with subtle glances and lingering touches, each one sending a jolt of electricity through their veins. It was as if they were two magnets, forever drawn to each other, their bond growing stronger with every passing moment.

erm wtf is wrong with me

IK WGATS WRING WITH ME I NEED MORE DARK CHOCOLATE

guys, honestly, whats wrong with me

It's not morning but here you go anyways <3