GIDDY ✓

VENTIQUATTRO

1983
the middle of summer with a hopeful love and giddy smiles

VENTIQUATTRO

the next morning is one that is different to the usual. it's in a irregular hotel in Italy- one that is silent and soothing because of the frosty sheets, birds singing, the smell of freedom and the rememberance of a stress free summer.

Marco wakes up with half open eyes, a dry mouth and an inconvenient headache, not feeling like he slept at all. last night, he couldn't fall asleep due to the knowing excitement, secretive euphoria and expected nerves of being in a hotel room alone, on a merriment trip with his pretty crush- who was lying beside him on a mute night in the hot weather, begging for the older to cuddle him.

but now Marco turns to his side, stretching as he groans to see no sign of Kyong and he sighs, falling back onto the bed. he checks the time ... it's way too early and he misses Kyong's warmth, contact and presence. he's grown addicted to the neighbour.

he stretches his arms, woeful that there isn't a figure beside him and he forces himself to get up. he's become too comfortable with his Kyong and it's starting to scare him. he brushes it off as he checks the separate, well made, untouched bed the boys didn't use, attempting to find missing Kyong but it's empty too.

Marco grumbles, wondering where on earth Kyong is. he rubs his eyes, standing in between the beds- one neat and one with messy sheets.

Marco's cocoa eyes open again as he spots what he's looking for. the birds sing a melody, it's five am and Kyong is out on the balcony.

Marco walks towards him with eagerness and alleviation that Kyong didn't run away. his steps are silent as he pushes the doors open- indicating his presence to the silent younger. "you're up early." his deep voice comments, staying behind his secret crush of wonder.

Kyong's answer comes after a few thinking seconds. he seems to be in a daze as he leans on the gate, eyes staring and breathing even. "i don't want to miss a single moment." he breathes out- sincerity in his sweet, honey like tone as he appreciates the life he's given before his very soul.

me neither- Marco whispers, coming closer to Kyong. he hesitates to wrap an arm around him from behind but does so with carefulness and consent. he doesn't know how to act around the younger due to mixed signals.

but still, Marco falls for Kyong likes he's never fallen before.

and Kyong knows how to catch him.

Kyong immediately leans back into Marco's arms, accepting the tender comfort as they wrap around his waist, Marco's chin resting on his shoulder. he feels more appreciative due to the physical and emotional touch, care and something he can't say.

Kyong's sombre hair tickles Marco as his lips press against the side of his neck. Kyong places his cold hands on Marco's locked arms, tracing his fingers against the back of his hands, his veins and his knuckles. the action makes Marco's hair raise.

Kyong turns around in Marco's prolonged arms, staying close, needing to be close as he presses his body against the others. Kyong's eyes flutter, eyelashes on display as they look into swirls of golden brown that match his own.