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It is quite hazy. Even when he tries to get a clearer view, cutting the distance for the indistinct sight to diffuse--it all remains blurry for Jungwon.
Or that’s the first thing his still sleep infused system registers, that the reflection in front of him is foggy--a lack of anything defined in the mirror hanging on the bathroom’s wall. And it makes a vague thought swim in his mind, briefly, he wonders if he stayed in the shower for too long–and the results of that are what he is witnessing right now.
He could have sworn it was less than fifteen minutes–but time usually distorts in the weirdest way at this hour.
The second thought that hits Jungwon’s mind is that the time spent in said shower holds no importance at this moment anyway–it seems to have had no effect after all. It doesn’t matter how much he stood underneath the running warm water--that didn’t remove the sluggish feeling in his system, did not make sleepiness vanish.
It only cleansed him, but he still feels his thoughts all scrambled. His mind seemingly lacking any sort of clear thought–but there is a quite faint sense of awareness that surfaces every now and then. One that reminds him why he is even here at this hour, but also one that tells him that if he were to go with what his drowsy state is telling him to do–going back to bed sounds like the most ideal thing.
Ah , he misses the mattress so much.
He tries to avoid thinking, but to even be standing here in the bathroom– trying to figure out whether he looks decent and awake enough –makes Jungwon realize that the time where he feels like he is drowning in bliss as much as these days allow is already up.
Reality calls. Leaving the night behind sucks.
As the minutes pass, clarity looms ever closer. The full bright approaches–it reminds Jungwon that his night ventures are still somewhat ephemeral, even if they were meant to be normal by now. Night still feels like a better accomplice than daylight, it’s quiet in its blaze, a constant that Jungwon has got used to, that he loves–it vanishes too fast though. And day, though reassuring, slips from his fingers just as fast.
Even if both day and night are part of his reality now–he can’t help feeling that the moment he feels the closest to leaves the fastest.
He doesn’t really want to shatter it, but these days, he has to, he is forced to make things only last when the lights are off–as the semester unfolded, as hecticness took over, Jungwon just had to make his new ‘normal ’ crumble for a bit against his will. So there’s no point in really missing the white covers he considers his own now, he had to do his best to sneak away from the bed to begin with.
Jungwon sighs–willing the thoughts away, there’s no point in considering any change of destination.
He's gotta make it back to his room before his roommate does, or before he even wakes up in the case he already is there. Because more than likely he is going to go on and on about this, and Jungwon is going to face denying something he rather wouldn’t. He went through so much to just deny it, but it is what it is right now-- no, I did not sleep out. No, I wasn't at hyung's place. No, we did not sleep together--
That last one is a lie.
As he reaches forward to the mirror in front of him and tries to clear it with his sleeve. His mind repeats endlessly how that is a lie.
Lies, lies, lies. The bed he is sneaking away from is Sunghoon’s–the previous night, as usual, was spent together with him.
Jungwon shouldn’t do this to himself. Neither of them should be doing this .
Those are words he shouldn't tell himself or others--because he is already done with lying, with concealing something like what they share. But somehow, he finds himself uttering half-truths whenever asked about the status of 'whatever it is that you and Sunghoon-hyung have going on.'
It's shortly past five in the morning, clearly not the best time to be showering, or to be arriving at the dorms on a weekday. But it covers up the secret. It does enough to behave as a flimsy cover.
Jungwon knows two things.
The first fact is that he and Sunghoon are dating. Have for at least one month–ever since they decided to put a name to their bond, they have been an actual couple. Sunghoon is his boyfriend. After a life of being his friend, after having been sleeping together for more than a month–Jungwon can call Sunghoon his own now, a month that he can say it out loud. More than two that he has been Sunghoon’s even without a precise word.
Without hesitation. Sunghoon equates to Jungwon’s definition of love–not only a name let out in moments he feels that all the missing pieces are finally whole. But love, actually love .
The second fact he knows is that he never knew about the extent of privacy all that period without a name had carried--so he, out of reflex, out of getting accustomed to the previous secrecy their original unspoken arrangement had, kept dancing around the topic whenever it was brought up.
You two are always together.
You two are acting weird.
Jungwon-ah, your lips are red–wait, is that a bite?
Stolen glances, faltering ones, abashment on the forefront. Long sighs, quivering breaths and on his skin, callings of his name left engraved when it was just the night and him– them. And when waking up, entangled, the only witness being Sunghoon’s bed.
Reality and the facade.
And Jungwon’s accidental mirage.
Of course things were weird.
‘Won-ah' Sunoo had come to him one day earlier in the month, 'Are you and Sunghoon-hyung… sleeping together by any chance?'
By then, things were already clear between Jungwon and Sunghoon–the state of their bond already defined. He thinks that perhaps it was a reflex in reality, perhaps, a hasty reaction, shielding something he wanted to protect too much. And it made the escape route as easy as it could be, a single word of denial leaving his lips, 'No–'
'Why are you wearing his hoodie then--'
The grimace on his friend's face was enough for Jungwon to try and avoid the topic. Not that it was shameful dating Sunghoon–he was lucky Sunghoon covered so many firsts in his life. Just that he couldn't even begin to explain all that they had been through. The confidentiality, the way secrets stopped being unknown to even them so unexpectedly.
Jungwon probably would have brought it up to Sunghoon, ‘why don’t we tell them?’ --if classes had not get in the way, if he didn't have to rush out of Sunghoon's bed every now and then in a panic because ' classes, breakfast--my attendance record. ' Jungwon would have mentioned it.
Yet he frowns at his own reflection, silent scolding. It would be easier if he didn't have to keep up the pretense.
He is not pretending with himself–but Jungwon can’t help the bitter feeling sitting on his lips when the mask that had already cracked has to be worn in front of others. That faint bitterness that remains, when he makes sure he has to put the pieces together before wearing it again– secrecy , when he is sure his feelings are see-through.
Jungwon can't help it.
It was one thing when he wasn’t sure whether Sunghoon was on the same page as him–when he didn’t know if the sighs that escaped Sunghoon’s lips had something else attached to them other than him getting lost in need. It also was a whole other thing when Jungwon couldn’t even give himself the chance to wonder if he was in love with his hyung–deep-rooted fear constantly taking hold of him.
But now it’s different . His eyes hold a special glimmer. His cheeks tint a different rosy tone--unlike the ones that surge when it's only him, the night and Sunghoon. When it’s akin to cold fire what burns him, incandescence full of scorching blue.
Jungwon is coloured in scarlet and faint ruby–in love in all of its hues.
Glee swirls around him. Bliss trails all over his skin. Tremors invade him regularly, when his eyes close and his name is whispered in his ear. He shivers. And when they cling, his heart somersaults inside his ribcage.
When Jungwon breathes in his own name, it’s all incandescent.
Jungwon is in love with these sensations, he is in love with this situation--with Sunghoon. Beyond rapture, in the safe hands of familiarity. He is in love with Sunghoon.
The frown on Jungwon’s face slowly softens, a long exhale leaves his lips–Sunghoon in this new facet still leaves fluttering all over him. His hyung is still down bad , it’s a little reminder he gives himself–so he thinks, if Jungwon wants to take some pride into the effect he has on the older as well. But he discovers more of Sunghoon as that which ties them evolves. Friendship, lust, need, longing– love .
Love, and Jungwon’s palms fall on his face, bringing himself back to this moment. Only for a few, because his mind is quick to summon his thoughts again--he is in love and time not favoring them makes it feel like the knowledge that they are in love is meant to stay just between them.
Jungwon shakes his head before he drowns any further, all thoughts need to dissipate right now.
After all, waking up only to rush out and keep the facade was because of Jungwon and his protective stance. Because that's what his system said--but now, rationality flickers, he actually hates a bit that he said 'no' to his friend.
Sunghoon understood the reaction, it was too new, too difficult to handle immediately. It made sense. Being cautious made sense.
It truly made sense right then.
But cautiousness doesn’t extend in private–it’s something that they managed to learn full well.
That’s what Jungwon attests the moment he stretches his arms to attempt to fully rid of his hazy mind–yet his body sends reminders that make his head swirl. Dull ache lingering on his lower back, slight pain on his waist. If he flushes at the reasons as to why he is hurting, at the lingering soreness, he tries his best to not see it–eyes falling shut.
Ah , what need and love leave imprinted . What Sunghoon’s love leaves in every millimeter of Jungwon. What Jungwon’s impulses he can’t fight when with Sunghoon leave in their wake.
Pain, but dull, dull, dull –pangs that remind him of fingers digging on his skin, tight hold on his hips, of honey dripping against his lips, of breathless endearments. Against his lips, ‘ Jungwonie ’.
It hurts slightly, his heart soars and coherence drowns.
And that’s okay, it feels better than it ever did. It’s okay that it feels like this . Jungwon still has to assimilate the coral on his cheeks, that blush. But he still is assimilating that unconcealed rush–so that the ground shakes slightly is something he can’t evade.
It’s all a deep blue in between the bathroom walls, and Jungwon knows he breaks through the cold hues even if right now, he is not taking in that view.
The tint on his skin flares more–when he continues stretching and the hem of his shirt lifts, his skin warms up more. Heat rushing through his veins–and there is a weight settling on his back, arms circling his waist. Light pats trail his skin, sides, waist, until the touches stop and palms settle on his abdomen.
It never fails to make Jungwon’s breath hitch, because he still checks–Sunghoon, he still makes sure that Jungwon hasn’t decided to leave just yet.
“Jungwon-ah.” His name is pronounced against his neck, lips brushing closely, warm breath fanning against his skin, the word carrying drowsiness–but it makes Jungwon hyper aware of everything. And dizzy in other ways. Ways Jungwon doesn’t really want to entertain right now.
So he makes his mind go blank–pushing away any thought related to the shivers that course throughout him. Jungwon clears his throat and responds with the most natural word that he can utter, “Hyung?”
There’s a little whine in protest, the hold tightens, and Jungwon feels Sunghoon burying his head on his neck further, “Come back to bed.”
Jungwon’s eyes open. The mirror is still undefined, but it’s enough to see Sunghoon behind him–palms on Jungwon’s exposed skin, locks against his neck, gaze that won’t lift and look at him.
He is trapped in Sunghoon’s embrace–that’s the view that looks back at him.
Jungwon lowers his arms, a hand falling over Sunghoon’s interlocked ones, “I already showered.”
“Again,” Sunghoon states, inhaling, filling his lungs with the scent of the body wash they had picked– something soft enough for Jungwon to stand –and he sighs, “I can tell.”
The words resonate against the side of Jungwon’s throat, he can’t help but roll his eyes at the scene, to let out a prolonged exhale. Pretense–as if he wasn’t melting just like Sunghoon himself. Pretense. Because the colour on his cheeks speaks by itself and his uneven breathing gets back at him in loud decibels–his heart quivers, resounds against its cage. He uses Sunghoon’s sleepiness to his advantage, however, makes wit be that which shields him, “How can you, um? I don’t think you can tell left from right–Are you even awake, or are you a zombie hyung? You are definitely not awake at this hour.”
Sunghoon snorts, his chest pressing against Jungwon more and making his intercepted laughter resonate against Jungwon’s lungs, ring loudly against his ears, “I can bite you if that’s what you want.”
Jungwon chokes against his will upon hearing that–his mind unable to stop itself from replaying memories of Sunghoon entirely against him, pressing him against the covers, nibbling on his lips. He would curse his hyung for that reminder, but he swears he feels Sunghoon’s lips curving upwards against his skin–and he can’t help the fondness that overpowers his other thoughts as a result.
“Hyung, come on.”
“You are sneaking away on me,” Sunghoon complains, sleepiness making the complaints sound like whining, it makes Jungwon remain in his place. Lazily rubbing circles at the side of Sunghoon’s hand, “I would wake up because of that, of course.”
Jungwon pretends he doesn’t see his own lips curving, “Clingy.”
“You too,” Sunghoon responds, “before we went to sleep, you were quite clingy too.”
Jungwon doesn’t know how much he can counter a sleepy Sunghoon–but he doesn’t try, not when his hyung is right and they both cling to each other like what they have is going to vanish if they don’t. It probably is going to be like that until facts replace uncertainty entirely. And maybe, until they fully make it vocal. So that it doesn’t remain a secret and Jungwon doesn’t feel like it’s going to slip away–even if Sunghoon proves it time and time again, that Jungwon’s name is meant to be uttered by him.
Sunghoon’s mouth travels from Jungwon’s neck to the back of his ear–and Jungwon expects the upcoming shivers, he expects his stance to weaken, his knees to quiver. He expects to change destination and go back to Sunghoon right now–to extend the length of their night.
He doesn’t expect Sunghoon’s eyes locking with his own through the mirror.
There’s vulnerability swirling in Sunghoon’s irises, and something makes Jungwon try to save the conversation before it derails by any chance–reassurances, he can do that, because he doesn’t like the tremors in Sunghoon’s pupils, “It’s not that,” he starts, a response to whatever may be circling inside Sunghoon’s mindscape, “Whatever you are thinking, it’s not it, I wasn’t really–”
“Jungwonie,” his boyfriend intercepts his words, placing his head against Jungwon’s locks, and Jungwon’s breath halts at the question, “Is it still early or is it too late already?”
For a few seconds, Jungwon chooses silence, just letting himself feel–Sunghoon’s heart beating against his back, and the reminder that if he hadn’t complicated things accidentally, then he wouldn’t need to conceal moments like these.
“Depends for what.”
“To still have you with me for at least a little more.”
To not allow you to escape.
Jungwon should have known.
“It’s early, hyung, time wise.” Jungwon replies, the logical answer first–the factual one after, “It’s getting late for me though.”
Sunghoon hums, his brow furrowing–and Jungwon can tell he is sulking so he can only hold tight onto his boyfriend’s hand.
“I will see you after class?” It’s not that he wants to come off as uncertain, but he is aware that in Sunghoon’s book–waking up together and behaving like what they are is what sounds best. Even if he is not really engaging in conversation, it makes things feel as natural as they can be.
Sunghoon proves him right soon enough, “Go back to bed,” he says, nuzzling his head against Jungwon’s hair. Jungwon tries his best to not let himself be swayed–but Sunghoon has his methods, ways to make Jungwon’s heart sync with his and beat at the same pace, “you scared me.”
“Hyung.”
“You scared me.”
“It's been more than a month.”
“Still.”
They have been each other’s constants for so long–and yet, the fact that things are not fully out in the open still makes traces of uncertainty want to take hold. Jungwon gets him, he is the one that leaves–the one that disrupts what otherwise would be the most ideal routine.
“I am not leaving.”
You, there’s no way Jungwon would. But he knows that Sunghoon now openly wants him to stay–in his life, every day. It doesn’t matter if there’s no one else as long as the notion of ‘us’ remains.
“Can't help but still look for you when I wake up.”
There’s a slight hitch in his breathing, but his heart–that silly thing is madly beating, beat after beat spelling out the name of the one he loves.
'Us' could last a little longer.
Jungwon’s head turns to the side–their eyes meeting. The layer of haziness in Sunghoon’s eyes is dissipating already, all that’s left is that discernable fondness, the adoration that many times he wondered if he deserved beyond the rush.
It captures Jungwon. His heart, his thoughts, coherence whole. And nothing seems obscured anymore.
Love, his mind says. ‘Hyung’ a word out of habit, what he is used to say–but his mind replaces it briefly when he gets lost in all of Sunghoon’s feelings.
‘Um?’
Jungwon wants to drown those hums.
Not really, he wants to drown with Sunghoon.
Because his eyes are piercing, because his love is one that makes him weaken. Because in the faint blue, and the inevitable light, Sunghoon is all that Jungwon wants to see entirely defined.
And deep down, Jungwon thinks, he also wants to say ‘don’t let me leave.’
“Sorry.”
“Eh?”
“For not saying morning…" and because he is not only 'Sunghoon-hyung', Jungwon thinks he can say it, "So, morning, love .”
It’s not enough time to see how Sunghoon’s pupils dilate, how his irises quiver, or to fully feel how his body tenses, his hold on Jungwon wavering. Surprise undoubtedly cascading. But for Jungwon, the seconds are enough for his hand to reach Sunghoon’s jaw, angle his head slightly, thumb grazing his bottom lip.
And sign that sole word. Kiss him, remind him they are whole.
It’s languid, lips sliding perhaps extremely slow–it makes him dizzy. And it doesn’t seem like it asks for more, yet Sunghoon responds–loosening his hold just enough for Jungwon to turn around properly, frames now touching. The invitation speaks on its own.
Jungwon’s hands linger on Sunghoon’s cheeks, and in between kisses that now are just fluttering–he hears him, forehead pressed against his own, making his words touch and shake Jungwon from head to toe, “Morning love ?”
And ah, there’s that smile. Abashment non-existent, uncertainty leaves–Sunghoon is pleased.
Jungwon ignores the shades the question casts all over him, “Morning indeed.”
“That was cute…” Sunghoon says, both of his hands falling at the tiles that encase the sink, him being the one to have the view of them both–but Sunghoon ignores the mirror. He only looks at him, like he is his world, “Like you, Won-ah.”
Jungwon can’t help the silly grin on his face, can’t help liking it when Sunghoon goes like this.
Can’t help but shiver when Sunghoon pronounces his name, against the corner of his lips, against his dimple that has shown up prominently due to glee–and he can’t stop himself from letting himself go the moment he hears Sunghoon’s words traveling, “Jungwon,” against his cheek, “ love .” tattooing itself all over his jaw, until it reaches his ear and resounds throughout him nonstop.
Unconcealed. Like it should be.
Jungwon, Sunghoon. Love .
When his fingers get lost on Sunghoon’s hair, he knows he doesn’t really need to rely on words–he tries to forget that their time for today could maybe be gone. It doesn’t have to. Logic says it does–but Sunghoon rules over his heart and he makes rationality be simple pieces, he makes them all fall.
Sunghoon’s mouth against his throat says that it’s not too late for Jungwon to choose to stay. And Jungwon’s answer slides up Sunghoon’s shirt as his lips let loud pants escape.
Head thrown back, lips agape, closed eyelids. Jungwon feels and feels and feels . The delicacy, the bliss. The fire that burns within as Sunghoon signs all kinds of emotions all over his skin–as he makes them visible, his teeth graze him, dig.
What is he hiding anyway? when in the canvas that is his body, it’s all painted under Sunghoon’s name. When in response, he makes Sunghoon’s back be unblemished no more–in lines of faint red, Jungwon also leaves his name.
It stings, Sunghoon gasps against his neck. It stings some more, Jungwon’s breath doesn’t have a steady pace.
“Hey,” Sunghoon heaves, the words touching Jungwon’s clavicle, “you don’t really have to leave.”
Jungwon settles his palms on Sunghoon’s shoulder blades, feeling his locks nuzzling him as a response, “I have to go back to the dorms,” he says under his breath, “or else it’s going to be somewhat suspicious.”
Sunghoon places a kiss, soft, almost timid on a part of Jungwon’s neck that stings and it makes Jungwon jolt in his hold, “Isn’t this more suspicious?”
“Come on–”
“As if you weren’t my boyfriend.”
Jungwon retrieves his hands from under Sunghoon’s shirt, leaves them resting at each of his sides, over that college shirt. And he wonders if he should just make all of this be crystal clear.
Sunghoon doesn’t let him think beyond that, a simple ‘I love you’ is what he utters and it gets to Jungwon’s head so quickly that he wonders if that’s what people refer to honeymoon stage.
It must be, because he feels like Sunghoon makes him fly to the moon and back into his arms.
Back to him, leaving behind the muted cold tones, back to alabaster.
Right into the pure white of his room.
Jungwon only knows how to cling, that’s how it started and how he thinks it will continue to be. Cling, kiss him , have him near. And so he dives right before daylight greets him–before light filters through the curtains. He dives, and lets his emotions engulf him, he lets both of them sink–flood of ivory receiving him.
It’s by memory now, really, how his lips slide with Sunghoon’s once more in synchronicity, amping up a little in intensity. How he takes in the gasps, how he relishes the sounds that tear through his boyfriend’s throat, how both of his knees dig on the mattress–the sides of Sunghoon’s waist a place already known. It's by memory, a map of his lover only known to Jungwon.
Hands at each side of the older's neck and underneath his fingertips–Sunghoon’s pulse, blood rushing through his veins. And Jungwon only feels Sunghoon’s hands at the back of his head, the kiss becoming more profound.
A gasp for air, half lidded eyes–spreaded all over Sunghoon’s lips, carnelian, all burning, all bright.
And his smile, arrow to the heart.
“Is this a ‘let me kiss you goodbye’ kind of kiss until our next date comes?” Sunghoon asks, his hands already trailing the path of Jungwon’s body by heart. Knees, thighs, consistent back and forth–and it’s slow, so slow to not let him go that Jungwon feels more than just a simple touch. Sunghoon’s nails make pieces of the moon scatter all over his skin–sprinkling them in red crescents all over him.
His heart fully gives in.
Jungwon’s knees quiver only a bit, and not only because he feels the surge of intensity–but because ‘goodbye’ coming from Sunghoon makes him think of things that are fleeting. And Jungwon hates that.
Sunghoon is anything but fleeting now. He never has been fleeting.
“Don’t be dramatic,” he jokes, but he knows that if Sunghoon doesn’t exaggerate things a little bit, then it wouldn’t be Park Sunghoon at all, “How did you turn out like that?”
Sunghoon moves fast, the warmth of one of his hand leaving, moving upwards to poke Jungwon’s rib, “You are lacking sleep, kitty, you are getting grumpy.”
Jungwon rolls his eyes–he pretends the endearment doesn’t do things to his sanity.
But he can’t pretend that his rationality doesn’t shatter with a single touch, one that makes him descend–frame to frame, heart drumming against his. And Sunghoon’s lips on his collarbone reminding him for how long Jungwon has been his.
It’s maybe too early for this.
It’s maybe too much for him to feel like this.
Too early to feel Sunghoon’s hands snaking underneath his shirt–Jungwon knows he started this when he tried to leave. Yet his resolve is the one that has.
“Hey,” Sunghoon mouths at the front of Jungwon’s throat, “shouldn’t we just tell them?”
Jungwon’s headspace is coloured in scarlet rather than frozen hues–but he still hums as a response.
“Hey.”
And Sunghoon brings him back, with a simple bite.
“Are you purposely leaving hickeys?” Jungwon replies, both hands on Sunghoon’s shoulders, taking in his face way more defined.
“Maybe.”
Jungwon imposes some distance and sits on Sunghoon’s lap, “That’s your plan, huh?”
“There’s some foundation there if you still want to hide.” Sunghoon says, also sitting up and making Jungwon settle against him properly, arms wrapped on his waist trying to prevent any escape attempt, “The other solution is we tell them.”
Jungwon raises an eyebrow, it would be as simple as that, that way there’s no need for him to leave Sunghoon’s bed—their bed, so early.
“You know, I don’t want Sunoo to keep thinking that you go hook up every week rather than what the truth is.”
“Hey!”
“You are just with your boyfriend.” Sunghoon tilts his head to the side, both of his palms settling on top of Jungwon’s thighs, “It’s been a month–and I have waited to call you that all my life.”
Jungwon just wants to protect this, Sunghoon and him–but when it’s about moments like this, maybe getting rid of the secrecy is best.
“You could have been more direct.”
“You could have been my boyfriend from the get go but the question flew all over your cute head.”
Jungwon thinks that it wasn’t that, that Sunghoon’s so bad with words at times so the question was never clear enough–though he is aware he was dense. That after that night, he really was dense, and before as well--vaguely realizing that it makes them quite the perfect pair. And Sunghoon’s love is so transparent–there was nothing in their way.
And his cheeks tint, this time with real embarrassment.
“I’ll really leave.” Jungwon threatens as a joke, but Sunghoon’s hold just tightens–Jungwon thinks he already knows his real response.
When they gaze into each other’s eyes, Jungwon knows his response is ‘I won’t go.’
Mad rush, electricity–when he is placed against the ivory beneath him, he can see how the dead tv projects him. How it's making a newsflash that he belongs right here. Lost, way too lost. And that’s how it is, how it seems like it has to be.
He knows he has to leave at some point. But he will take what he can before reality makes its final call.
When it’s already past eight, all Jungwon feels filling his mind is rose scented, love, fragrant, mind replaying flashes of his latest dive. He’s had to shower again, but that’s okay–today, that feels okay, because like this he can allow himself to stay for a little bit longer in Sunghoon’s embrace.
White covers them both, Sunghoon still doesn’t seem able to let go–holding Jungwon tightly against his chest, “You used to stay for longer before,” Sunghoon breathes out, lips caressing the back of Jungwon’s neck.
“That was because it was on weekends, midterms weren’t a thing.”
“Jungwonie.” Sunghoon says, pressing his name on his nape, “Let’s tell them, as soon as midterms are over.”
Jungwon just takes to mindlessly rub Sunghoon’s forearm, humming, sighing from time to time.
It doesn't have to be hazy. It doesn't have to be just nights.
Jungwon’s mind feels way too clear and when he sits down and sees that if something dark as the dead screen can reflect them--then it can leave these four walls.
He takes Sunghoon’s hand before he has to go. A promise of seeing him at college, of being back to him before the stretch of time they will be apart becomes too long.
And Jungwon does keep his word when he arrives at the dorms, checks his phone to see when his schedule aligns with his hyung's.
Sunoo greets him when he steps into their shared room, almost in shock with accusations of being late, of more than likely being at Sunghoon-hyung's place.
Jungwon knows how to do two things well.
To let the grin that he can't help take over his face, and with silence--make Sunoo be fully aware. Because he is not denying anymore and there was no need to say yes, all of his demeanor gives him away.
Jungwon throws his backpack on his bed and when he stretches his arms and makes his neck crack--he pretends he doesn't hear Sunoo gasp the moment his shirt lifts slightly, and the secrets and moments carved on his skin come to light.
Jungwon fully shatters the mask.
Yeah .
Broad daylight makes it fully crack.
Sunghoon and I.