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“Hyung, we’re almost there!” Sunoo skipped the steps of the big building in front of him and Jongseong. It was raining and it was dangerous and his hyung was scared out of his wits that the both of them would fall on their bums from how fast they’re running. But they were together and they were alone and that made him shake the negative thoughts away.
The building had always been torn down and vacant. No one ever considered revamping it into something important or at least useful to their society. It could’ve been a community center, hotel, or something like a restaurant with so many floors–but they chose to leave it as rubble. That’s how most people see it anyway. The pair on the other hand, had different uses in mind.
For the longest time, they always ran there. It was a makeshift haven no one would enter and they thought that was perfect. Jongseong can see their younger selves helping each other up while climbing to the very top of the leaning building. Sunoo always the one to say ‘don’t hurt yourself!’ when he was the one that left with bruises to tend to. He was the bravest out of the two.
Nostalgia played through the older’s mind as he was still being dragged up the steps.
He didn’t know why Sunoo brought him out tonight of all nights when lightning went haywire and their movements sloppy as their clothes were quickly getting wet. It was annoying him, so much so that he wanted to strip. He was feeling itchy all over to the point where he couldn’t think of anything else. Until they finally reached the top of the platform with Sunoo a giggling mess and Jongseong heaving for air in his lungs.
“Why must you do this tonight, Noo?” Jongseong leaned over on his knees and Sunoo carded his fingers through his own hair. He flashed a look of ‘why not?’ and that had the older giving him a soft eye roll.
Sunoo was crazy, but Jongseong was just as crazy in love with him.
Jongseong notices though, that they haven’t gone into their haven but instead are standing in front of it. He quirks his brow.
“There was something you wanted to always do.” And there it is. Him always speaking in cryptic codes and never saying what he truly meant. Jongseong looked dumbfounded before standing up straight to face the younger.
“Be soaked in the rain with lightning and almost fall from running up the steps?” Sunoo snorted at his response and shook his head before closing their distances. He looks up at him with the most innocent gaze Jongseong has ever seen on him as he lets the boy speak.
With a gentle tone, he utters, “What was the one thing you wanted to do in the rain?” the voice coated over the older nicely compared to the storm that was going on within and around him. He thinks he pays too close attention to his urges.
But the answer to his question was as simple as it can be: Jongseong wanted to kiss Sunoo in the rain. It was an easy request Sunoo didn’t have a problem initiating. Jongseong guesses this was what was on his mind for a couple weeks. He intently watched the news for days for the weather forecast as if he didn’t have the weather app on his phone.
The older found it weird to put it in simpler terms.
Now, with the lightbulb that lit up in his brain, he couldn’t hide the smile that slithered its way to his dry lips. He doesn’t know how his boyfriend likes kissing them so much because of it. Maybe it was the mere fact that he coats it with his own lip balm that he wears religiously. Licking the flavor off was Jongseong’s favorite hobby.
With Sunoo taking the initiative, it was Jongseong’s turn to display his eagerness. He cupped his delicate, cherry plumped cheeks watching as Sunoo shut his eyes to brace himself. So, he paused. He roved over his features and how prettily his eyelashes lay down with his eyes closed and his bangs that splay over his soaked forehead. He knew he was taking too long now, when Sunoo opened his honey infested eyes, gazing as an inquiry.
He was sniffling. They’ll definitely be sick after this but that was the least of their worry.
“Do it, Seongie. Please?” Sunoo whispered as if speaking normally would break Jongseong in a million pieces. And who was he to ignore his words?
Jongseong leaned into his lips like it was water that he hasn’t had in a thousand years. He drank his lips up along with the sounds that emitted from his lover. Their mouths moved in sync with each of their heads angled opposite from each other.
The scene they were in feels like it came from a cliche movie that they’ve seen too many times to count and they were loving every second of it.
Jongseong soon forgot about his itchiness and soiled clothes and annoyance about being brought here in the first place. If he could go back in time to choose to do this again or not, he would pick this outcome every single time.
This was where he was supposed to be. Sunoo was the one he wanted to be here with, time and time again.