heehoon smut-shots

if you could ¡ ⚠️

★this is a smut from my book "if you could", I might publish it but I'm not sure. there's a big age gap for which I'm feeling a bit of fear, that's all.
Also, here's more about the feeling than A SMUT,

¡!there's no penetration whatsoever.

★Heeseung is a student, who's been bullied/beaten because he likes boys, and Sunghoon is his music teacher. Sunghoon, Heeseung's only safe space, and Heeseung's been fantasizing about him for a long time.
Sunghoon is a married man.
This is located like, let's say, in 1989. That's the vibe I wanted to bring.

★Heeseung bottom ; Sunghoon top¡
★7520 words¡

///don't jump at me. If you don't like it, don't read it. As simple as that.

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Heeseung drifted into a dream, his mind slipping away from the painful reality he'd just cried himself to sleep from.

In his dream, he found himself in a vast, endless white room.

The walls, if there were any, were invisible, stretching out into a hazy nothingness.

He was sitting on a floor covered in soft white feathers, so many that they seemed to float and swirl with every slight movement.

His clothes were white too, blending him into the serene, quiet world around him.

Heeseung looked around, confusion settling in as he tried to make sense of where he was.

The silence of the room was soft, almost comforting, but it held an eerie sense of emptiness.

He touched the feathers beneath him, their softness familiar yet strange.

Then, breaking through the stillness, came the faint sound of a piano.

A delicate, haunting melody that pulled at something deep inside him.

Heeseung's heart quickened at the sound, and he instinctively stood up, turning in the direction of the music.

There, sitting at a grand white piano in the distance, was Sunghoon.

His music teacher, dressed in the same white as everything else in this dream, sat perfectly poised, his fingers gracefully moving across the keys.

Heeseung's breath caught in his throat at the sight, something about it felt surreal, comforting, as if he had been waiting for this moment all along.

Without thinking, Heeseung began to move toward him, walking at first, then breaking into a run.

His feet barely touched the soft floor of feathers as he hurried across the expanse, his heart pounding with an unfamiliar blend of excitement and longing.

Sunghoon glanced up as Heeseung approached, his voice calm and welcoming.
"Come, Heeseung."
He said with a smile, his eyes warm as he gestured for him to sit down.
"Join me."

Heeseung didn't hesitate.

He sat down beside Sunghoon on the piano bench, feeling strangely light, as if nothing in the world could weigh him down in this dream.

The soft sound of the piano surrounded them, the melody filling the white room with a delicate feeling of peace.

Sunghoon began to sing, his voice low and smooth, carrying a gentle melody that matched the softness of the piano's notes.

Heeseung felt a strange warmth spread through him as Sunghoon's voice filled the space, each word resonating deep within him.

Sunghoon's gaze never left him, his dark eyes gentle and focused, making Heeseung feel like the song was meant just for him, even though he knew better.