They were too young, too naive, too in love to last, everyone was sure they were going to break up at some point. But it didn't happen, or at least not when it was expected.
They did break up, but it took more time than people bet on.
Or,
Where they...
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Gun wakes up involved in comfortable warmth. Attracted to the unknown source of heat, he moves closer, strong arms hug him tightly, and he swears he hasn't been this comfortable for a long time. With a big smile on his face, he snuggles into the firm chest...
Hold on... a what? Gun thinks, becoming more and more awake. Almost immediately, he feels a warm breath on the top of his head, and simultaneously he listens to a low snoring sound. Wait, he knows this sound...
Opening his eyes, he faces a broad chest that moves slightly with each breath the person in front of him takes. The familiar smell of him fills his nose, and unable to resist, Gun buries his face in the warm chest, his arms going up to the other's waist, and hugs him with no intention to let go any time soon. It feels like a reward, like a signal for him to never let him go. But he knows better; he knows this is just a dream, it has to be a dream.
But then, the protagonist of his dream starts moving in between his arms.
Gun has no more option than to unwrap his arm off his waist and lift his head to look at him.
And there he is, lying down in front of him, in the same bed, with his arms hanging loose around Gun's waist and hips. Their legs tangled together as they used to be years ago.
Gun is unable to stop his hands from going up to caress Tinn's hair that has fallen on his forehead. The other barely moves, slightly turning his head where Gun's hand rests against his cheek.
"Am I dreaming?" Gun whispers in disbelief. His fingers are tracing the handsome features of the other boy, taking a little bit more time on the curve of his lips. "If so, I don't want to wake up... ever."
"Hmmm," Tinn murmurs, instantly alarming Gun. The taller boy grabs Gun's waist with more strength burying his face in the space of the other neck and shoulder. "Feels... so good..." Tinn murmurs again, purring the words right against Gun's sensible neck skin.
Gun's whole body shudders.
And this wakes him up completely.
"Alright, this is definitely not a dream..." Gun murmurs with concern. "How do we even end up in this situation?" he wonders.
But even more important, how was he going to get himself out of this?
Trying to control the hectic rhythm of his heart, Gun tries to untie Tinn's arms off his waist, but the other boy's grip is too strong. He's about to give up when a movement from the other alerts him. Gun remains fully motionless for long seconds, too nervous and afraid to even breathe.
Slowly Tinn restricts himself from the spot he was hiding on Gun's neck, and way too soon for Gun's liking, they're facing each other once again. After all these many years, after everything they have gone through.
Gun can see the confusion on Tinn's face, and he's about to say something when he feels Tinn's finger trace with so much tenderness his bottom lip while Tinn's other hand finds its way to caress his chin, the touch as soft and tender as it has always been. Gun shuts his eyes close, allowing himself to enjoy the other's touch, even though he knows he's not supposed to do that.
