Can't feel myself | heehoon

He wasn't alive.
He knew that well enough.
His own heart had long since stopped beating, his body nothing but a hollow shell of what it once was.
But Heeseung, Heeseung was alive.
He was warm, soft, his skin glowing with life that Sunghoon could only remember in fleeting memories.
It made Sunghoon want, need, him.
Not just the blood, though that was part of it.
It was the essence of Heeseung, the very fact of his existence that made Sunghoon's dead heart ache with something dangerously close to longing.