If his mind had been fogged by dark thoughts before, nothing but light was left inside Hyungwon's mind now.
All of his fears that Wonho would hate or deceive him for being the cause of the sudden transformation into Hoseok and the fear that he would no longer be welcomed in this house, this clan and this city for bringing bad luck over the lord were all washed away. As if the hand resting against his glowing cheeks was the cure for his troubled mind and heart.
"So please," Wonho said, running his thumb slowly over the warm skin of Hyungwon's face, not breaking the eye contact with Hyungwon even for a second, letting his glaze wander deep into the other's soul, "don't follow me into the woods the next time we change leads. It's truly dangerous out there and I know that I wouldn't be able to control and forgive myself - or him - if anything were to happen to you."
Hyungwon nodded without hesitation as if Wonho had hypnotized him. He knew he had been a fool for following the lord that night and he knew that despite everything his life had been in great danger and that he could have died, but Hyungwon didn't regret even a single second of it. If it had helped Wonho and Hoseok to understand each other better – even just a little bit – then he had done the right thing. Then all of his silly actions had been for a good reason.
Suddenly Wonho shifted between his bedsheets and pillows again so that his whole body was now facing Hyungwon. A little confused by the other's actions Hyungwon was about to ask what he was doing, but stopped before a single word could leave his lips as Wonho cupped Hyungwon's face with both of his hands.
"You promise me, right?" Wonho asked, a little insecurity shimmering in his eyes as he looked down on Hyungwon. He needed Hyungwon's promise.
With his mind, suddenly being completely blank and his whole being filled by Wonho's glaze Hyungwon could do nothing but nod slightly once again, making Wonho squish his cheeks a little in the process. His eyes were unable to tear away from Wonho's face right in front of his own. Hyungwon took notice of all the small details and tried to burn those images into his brain as good as he could so he would never forget them.
The small pores of Wonho's pale freckle-less skin, the slight heart shape of his nostrils, the little baby hairs of his soft eyebrows growing neatly into one direction, his long lashes framing his shining eyes. Wonho's expressions could look so fierce and intimidating and yet so soft and caring at the same time.
His heart was beating strong and loud inside his chest and Hyungwon wondered if Wonho could hear the sound of his heart, crashing against his ribs as it was beating wildly.
"Thank you." Wonho said, merely whispering. A strange mood was surrounding them, but it definitely didn't feel uncomfortable in any way. Rather it felt as if a layer of security and familiarity was hiding them from any harm this world had to offer. As if, it always had been like this. Just them living in a bubble of each other.
Maybe that was also the reason why Hyungwon didn't flinch even a little or was taken by surprise when Wonho suddenly leaned forward or when the other's warm lips met with the skin on his forehead. Hyungwon's eyes automatically closed and the warmth Wonho was sending through Hyungwon's own body felt a lot stronger with his whole being focusing on nothing but that.
Only now did he realize how much he had craved for this. How much he had wished for Wonho to be so close to him, to hold him, to shower him with affection and how much he was enjoying all of this. His life without knowing Wonho seemed so far into the past that it felt like a long forgotten history. What had his feelings been like? What had he been doing all day before? Hyungwon couldn't remember.
Wonho's lips only lingered on his forehead for barely a moment and Hyungwon could hardly hold back a disappointed whine when Wonho's lips and his hands left his body. He immediately started to feel cold, even though his cheeks were still glowing and his chest was still burning. However, he probably didn't hide his disappointment about the sudden loss of closeness and affection as good as he thought, because an amused smile appeared on Wonho's face when he lend back into his pillows.
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Save me back
FantasyHyungwon was brought to the city on a small wooden boat. His hands cuffed together by a rope and it bruised his wrists. "What's your name?" the lord asked, looking straight into Hyungwon's eyes. And Hyungwon looked back. He suddenly felt as if he wa...