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settling onto their living room couch, sunoo let the cushions envelop him, sighing when he felt his muscles relaxing. upon seeing his fiance, sunghoon giggles fondly, walking behind sunoo to massage his shoulder blades. “has the hospital been too tiring?” the older bends down slightly, pecking sunoo’s forehead softly. sunoo grabs the hands resting on his shoulders to wrap around him tightly, enjoying the warmth that sunghoon radiated. “it’s horrendous. because of the snow, we’ve been getting a lot of trauma patients in the emergency room,” sunoo replies, lifting sunghoon’s right hand to plant a kiss on the back of it.
a smile tugs on the corners of sunghoon’s lips, sighing at the familiarity of sunoo’s skin against his.
despite the fact that they both live in the same apartment, the two of them have been incredibly busy that finding time to spend together was a struggle on its own. sunoo’s currently an intern at the hospital near the university and is almost done with his bachelor degree in medicine. sunghoon, on the other hand, was too preoccupied with his training for nationals.
often, sunghoon would come home late at night and not find sunoo’s presence in their home. on the days that sunoo was home early enough for sunghoon to catch sight of him, the younger would always be curled up in their bed, tightly hugging sunghoon’s pillow as he slept his exhaustion away.
so seeing sunoo sitting in their living room, gently smiling at him with all the love in the world – sunghoon realises how much he misses it.
sunoo looks up at him, lips formed into a pout. sunghoon giggles as he complies, indulging sunoo in a soft kiss. “i’m glad i don’t have to go to the hospital for the next three days. i think i really needed that break.” he removes sunghoon’s arms from around him, only to pull sunghoon around their couch so he was facing him completely. “i told my coach i’m staying with you at home. i need a break too,” sunghoon replies, one hand intertwined with sunoo’s and the other, running it through his blonde locks.
sunoo notices the black roots peeking out of sunghoon’s hair, and thinks that maybe he should help the older bleach it soon.
“today sounds like a great day to get drunk,” he groans, his head falling back as he drops his arm over his eyes. he feels sunghoon walk closer to him, fingers gently moving his arm from his face. sunghoon cups his cheek gently, his thumb rubbing the apples of his cheek. “hm, i think we still have a carton of soju from the time saerin-noona came over. would you like some?” sunoo doesn’t reply, he just nods, and sunghoon is already untangling himself from sunoo and moving towards their kitchen.
the clanging of glasses and the opening of cupboards were all sunoo could hear for a while. and it’s nice. he misses having this sort of domesticity with sunghoon, considering moments like this have been quite rare the past couple of months.
“babe, do you want anything in your soju?” sunghoon’s voice bounced off their walls and it’s like everything is back to normal. it’s like the puzzle pieces of sunoo’s hectic life have been put back into place gently. “don’t we have those old strawberries in the fridge? could you crush some up and put them in a glass for me? and bring the bottles of yakult that you bought too please!”
after a while, sunghoon returned from the kitchen with a tray filled with bottles and glasses. clapping his hands in delight, sunoo beams at his fiance, before making grabby hands at him. in retort, sunghoon rolls his eyes, but he lets sunoo pull him into a hug after he sets everything down. “i missed you. it felt lonely without you next to me all the time,” sunoo tells him, burying his nose into the crook of sunghoon’s neck.
the smell of the older’s favourite cologne wafts through his senses, and sunoo feels at home. anywhere with sunghoon is home.
he lets sunghoon make himself comfortable next to him, his fiance wrapping an arm around his shoulders. sunghoon grabs the glass with crushed strawberries inside, pouring a bottle of yakult in and then mixing soju into it. “i’m not used to being away from you for this long. remember how when we first started dating and we couldn’t spend a day without seeing each other once?” he passes the glass to sunoo, the other muttering a quiet ‘thanks’.
“yeah. i kind of miss those days, y’know? our fake dating stage, i mean. it was stupid, but it was fun,” sunoo laughs, bringing the glass to his lips as sunghoon takes a shot of his own. “tsk, imagine having to tell our future kids that story. they’d probably never believe us.”
sunoo squints at his already empty glass. he shrugs half-heartedly, before filling it up again with more strawberries (sunghoon crushed some more in a separate bowl). “our future kids, huh? we still have a wedding to plan, you dummy,” he snorts at his fiance, but sunoo couldn’t mask the way that thought made his heart leap out of his chest.
“hey, it’s not impossible! besides, i bet our kids would bully us for being oblivious back then.”
“they should be proud their parents had an interesting ‘how we got together’ story! unlike those typical ‘oh i liked him so i just asked him out’ stories!”
sunghoon chuckles at the incredulous look on sunoo’s face, pulling him close and rubbing his nose against the other.
“i already know my sister’s gonna spoil them terribly. they’ll turn into a menace like her,” sunghoon complains, shivering at the image of saerin and his future kids cornering him. “you say that as if your sister is that bad! she’s lovely,” sunoo retaliates, pinching the bridge of sunghoon’s nose with his fingers.
the effects of the soju they’ve been drinking haven’t fully kicked in yet, but sunoo can see the beginnings of cherry peeking at the base of sunghoon’s neck.
“that’s only because she’s nice to you, babe.”
as the night grew colder and darker, the once full bottles of soju sitting on their coffee table began to slowly vanish, till there wasn’t a single droplet left. throughout the night, sunoo found himself transitioning from mixing his soju with the tiny bottles of yakult that sunghoon brought out, to simply downing the clear liquid on its own.
he picks up another shot, hissing when the liquid burns his throat. sunghoon does the same, setting the shot glass down on the table. they both flinched when the clink of the glass was a little loud, giggling dazedly at their antics. cheeks both flushed red, sunoo turns his body to the side, looking at his fiance directly in the eyes. there was a hazed look on sunghoon’s usually calm features, and with a shaking hand, sunoo brought his finger upwards to trace the moles on his lover’s face.
“so pretty,” he whispers, and sunghoon feels his breath hitch in his throat. no matter how drunk or exhausted he is, sunoo always made him feel insane. his insides felt like they were burning up, and sunghoon wasn’t sure if it was from the alcohol, or from sunoo’s touch. frozen in place, he watches sunoo’s eyes follow the gentle movements of his hand. there are fingers lightly grazing sunghoon’s cheek, slowly inching towards his lips and sunghoon’s heart is in his throat. suddenly, the feel of sunoo’s thumb swiping at his bottom lip was enough to send his nerves pulsating with adrenaline. at that moment, sunghoon’s glad he decided not to turn the heater on in their apartment. sunoo’s touch and presence were already enough to set him on fire, what more if he had hot air being blown directly at him?
sunoo gulps, letting his thumb stop its movement. he can feel sunghoon’s breath fanning against his hand as his lover never broke eye contact with him. the air around him was heavy and thick; weighing on his shoulders and stinging the back of his neck. but sunoo paid it no mind because, for all its worth, he doesn’t mind the bitter winter air as long as sunghoon was pressed against him. “your lips are so soft, hyung.” sunoo’s voice was light, laced with a certain drunken alertness that reminded sunghoon of just how intoxicated they were. wrapping his hand around sunoo’s wrist, he lets his fingers travel upwards till it felt the diamonds on sunoo’s ring, still not breaking eye contact. he brings it against his lips, slowly peppering sunoo’s hand with gentle kisses.
“my lips are soft?”
sunoo’s thinks he’d truly begun to absolutely lose it. sunghoon just makes all of his emotions go on haywire and crash simultaneously – and it really doesn’t help that the shots of soju he had prior were disabling his ability to think straight. the older licks his lip as he pulls his fiance slightly forward. he doesn’t stop the smirk that dances on his lips when he sees sunoo’s eyes flicker downwards. sunghoon’s sure his own eyes are starting to look dilated. “mhm,” sunoo hums, shifting himself closer, closer, still, until he’s situated himself between sunghoon’s legs and the thrumming of the other’s heartbeat was filling his ears.
and sunghoon, because he’s a little shit, glides his hands down sunoo’s arms, feeling the goosebumps that arise on his bare skin. he supposes that sunoo chose to wear a shirt instead of his usual hoodie that night fully expecting sunghoon to turn the heater on eventually.
“ fuck, ” sunoo mumbles, almost groaning at the tension filling his body at sunghoon’s caresses. sunghoon’s hands are cold against his skin, and he inhales sharply when he feels the other’s fingers trace circles on his hips. they’re so close – to the point that sunghoon could probably taste the crushed strawberries and soju sunoo had earlier. sunoo peers at sunghoon beneath his lashes, feeling small under sunghoon’s fond gaze.
but he doesn’t pull away. sunoo lets himself indulge in the comfort his lover gave him despite the heavy tension hanging in the air.
“you’re gorgeous, baby. i love you. i love you so much. ” the sudden confession from the older man made sunoo melt into a puddle. it's like all his previous worries and problems disintegrated; the second sunghoon held him close.
it’s safe in sunghoon’s arms. sunoo wishes he can stay there forever.
“ god, i love you. i love you too,” he replies, craning his neck upwards, then whines, “but if you don’t kiss me soon, i will go fucking insane, babe.” sunghoon laughs heartily, his chest heaving and sunoo wonders just how it was possible to love someone this much. his fiance leans closer, letting their lips brush as he talked. it seemed as if he was enjoying the sight of sunoo impatiently squirming under his teasing, and sunoo doesn’t know just how much more he could take. “you drive me crazy.” sunghoon doesn’t press his lips against his just yet, only letting his bottom lip jut out enough to touch sunoo’s for a fraction of a second.
“we’re already both drunk and you’re still such a prick–” he gasps when sunghoon took his bottom lip between his teeth and nibbled it slightly, still not letting their lips fully touch. though, sunghoon was unable to control himself anymore, and crashes his lips against sunoo’s harshly. the taste of soju was stronger than ever – sunoo’s convinced just the taste of sunghoon’s lips were enough to get him high on something else entirely.
sunghoon just moves against him so effortlessly that it feels so right.
when sunghoon tilts his head for a better angle and kisses sunoo even deeper than before, it’s like sunoo’s experiencing a kind of euphoria that sends him reeling. a tongue swipes on his bottom lip, his mouth easily opening and granting the older access. sunoo groans when sunghoon slips his tongue in, completely letting go of any form of coherency in favour of his fiance’s touches.
their lungs are burning, but sunghoon could let all of the oxygen leave his body for all he cares – as long as sunoo keeps kissing and touching him the way he does.
every part of his skin that sunoo touches or lingers on burns. it burns so brightly, electrifying him deep within his bones.
he thinks it couldn’t get better than this.
sunoo’s hands trail alongside of his jaw, his touches almost innocent despite their current endeavours. he tugs a little on the hair at the back of sunghoon’s head, and it’s almost like sunghoon’s seeing stars. sunoo parts away a little to chuckle at the contented hums sunghoon was making. taking this as an opportunity to breathe, the latter pulls back, hearing a loud pop.
“you’re perfect,” sunghoon says, leaning forward and kissing down sunoo’s neck. he hears a laugh erupt from his lover, and sunghoon smiles into his skin. “perfect enough that it took you a fake relationship to realise that we both felt the same way?”
he’s crazy in all the ways that make sunoo feel so real to him. he feels the vibration from sunoo’s chest under his left palm. sunghoon wishes he could engrave that feeling on his skin forever.
“in my defence, you weren’t aware of my feelings either,” sunghoon retorts, biting slightly on the skin before sunoo’s collarbones. a hiss comes out from sunoo’s mouth, before it morphs into a muffled moan as sunghoon dives back in. it’s warm and familiar, as if sunoo was transported back to when they first started dating.
after all, things happen for a reason.
the floor is cold underneath them, but sunoo’s practically lying over sunghoon’s lap anyway so it doesn’t really bother him. sunghoon’s tight grip on his waist sent him into a fever dream, and it certainly doesn’t help that the soju they both had was making him incredibly intoxicated.
sunoo remembers when sunghoon and he first got together. it was… a mess, to say the least. but everything after that was bliss. he remembers how many fights they had, how many times they made up, hell, even the amount of times they bickered over something.
but this, this, sunoo wants to experience it forever.
he wants to experience it with sunghoon carefully caging his arms around him after a particularly long day. he wants to know and feel, it; wants to know what forever would be like with sunghoon.
“i’m yours– forever,” sunoo mutters, his lips slightly pressed against sunghoon’s. he pecks him softly, and he does it over, and over, and over again. “you’re mine. and– and i’m yours too.” sunghoon cradles his face gently, then shifts slightly to swoop sunoo into his arms and pad towards their bedroom.
the bottles of soju and yakult would be left littered on their living room floor and coffee table, but sunghoon lets his future self, deal with that.
and it’s okay, he thinks. it’s okay if sunoo continuously unravels him only to pull him back together again. he’s always been weak for the younger, even from when they were only best friends. so it’s okay. it’s okay because when the sun rises and peaks between the curtains of their bedroom, shining an amber glow on his fiance, sunghoon thinks he’ll never forget the way sunoo’s touch lingered onto his skin. sunghoon’s shirt from the night before is draped over his lover’s small frame, and it makes love pool in his chest. he’s never going to forget the way rose painted their skin gently, and he couldn’t have asked for anything better.
because truly, nothing could get better than this.