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Sunghoon was completely lost in the moment, the dizzying high of the crisp evening air whipping his silky hair to-and-fro in a messy tango. He held his balled fist to his lips as a makeshift microphone and belted his soul out to the aged rock song. The radio was practically drowned out as dull background noise by his poor performance of incorrect lyrics.
“They make better sense this way.” He had said once in a blatant attempt to refuse that he was wrong about them in the first place.
Nothing was magical about the time and place to say the least; a cheap, broken down Honda Accord adorned with peeling paint and the highway with no real destination in mind. But, the two bodies were dazed and giddy, both from the pleasant warmth of alcohol and the mere presence of each other’s aura.
The windows were cranked down to their lowest point whilst the noirette hungrily leaned into the rapid oncoming airflow as though he had never tasted a lick of oxygen in his life. The older male couldn’t fight back the smile itching at the corner of his lips and, god, if he were reckless, he’d have his eyes glued to the pale skinned boy instead of the road.
Now’s not the time for a gay awakening. If there was anything that wasn’t gay, it was Heeseung.
He was the finest example of masculinity.
He was bursting at the very seams with testosterone.
He was a straight, unwavering line.
He could have any girl on campus he wanted at the mere snap of his fingers so why.. why was his mind full of images of raven hair, sharp brows, those ebony eyes that always scrutinized him, delicate plush li- snap out of it!
A sigh protrudes from his lips, a mix of frustration yet also relief for the mere fact that he didn’t cause an auto accident by being so lost in his own head. Sunghoon didn’t seem to notice either, apparently, as he was now using his phone as a microphone instead. The younger’s voice was hoarse from the sheer volume he had managed to keep consistent for every song that came on. For as much as Heeseung could dog on the other’s music taste, he had to admit that even the sound of him drunkenly singing in his velvety tone was pleasing to the ears and brought a buzz of warmth to his chest.
Heeseung found himself drumming his fingers against the steering wheel to the beat, his body soon joining the movement. The material of his varsity jacket squeaked and squealed against the shoddy leather seats. The jarring noises finally snapped Sunghoon out of his trance and he shrunk back in his seat, energy totally spent, it seemed.
“What is it?” Heeseung mused, the tired countenance of the dark haired boy stimulating a bubble of laughter in his throat.
“Those beers were shitty.” He groaned in response, hands lazily carding through his wind tousled locks. The older’s laugh wasn’t taken lightly either, he assumed, since he could feel the younger’s eyes boring a hole into the side of his head.
“Beer is beer.” Heeseung shrugged his shoulders, ignoring the intensity of the boy’s gaze. “We all know you didn’t drink it for the taste.” He laid the teasing on thick in his tone.
“Shut up.” He murmured in defeat before rising in defiance once more. “Just let me complain for the sake of complaining!”
“You’re deflecting-“
“And you’re annoying!”
A victorious smirk tugged at Heeseung’s lips. Oh, how he absolutely thrived in bullying his bratty counterpart.
Sunghoon’s arms were now firmly crossed over his chest, seat seeming to swallow him whole as his full weight was pressed into it. “What happened to forgetting the whole thing?” He shot a vertical breath straight to his forehead to blow his bangs away.
“Kinda hard when you drenched Jay in beer like a catty bitch.”
“He deserved it.” He rolled his eyes. “Imagine forcing a kiss on a girl in front of everyone like that.”
“Thus is the life of a frat party.” Heeseung mocked which earned him a smack on the shoulder from the clearly infuriated boy.
“It shouldn’t be like that!” His voice dripped with frustration. “Why can’t we ever just have fun?”
“Because you always have to be a little hero.”
“Fuck off, Lee Heeseung.” He spat. “I knew your head was filled with rocks, but I didn’t know it was to this extent.”
They had always bantered like this, sending toxic words back and forth but never really getting mad at each other. “You guys are like a married couple.” Jake had once observed, much to the disgust of the two boys.
“You want to kiss me so bad.” Heeseung teased, ears suddenly flamed in red hues when he realized the weight of his words.
“Wha-“
“What?” He intercepted coolly. “It was a joke.”
Yeah, Heeseung, yeah.. a joke. Totally a joke. His chest totally wasn’t about to explode from trying to contain his rapidly beating heart. A racehorse couldn’t compete at this rate.
“A joke?” Sunghoon quirked a brow.
“Yeah like…” Heeseung started, nervously swiping his tongue over his lower lip. “-kissing your homies goodnight…” To be more convincing, or so he thought, he flashed a small smile in the other’s direction.
“Your homies goodnight…” He drawled, completely unconvinced of the older’s strange explanation. “You didn’t even give me a chance to answer the question myself.”
“What que-“ Before he could even think of continuing his sentence, the slow creep of a daring hand on his arm stole the wind right out of his lungs. His heart rattled against his ribcage, begging to be set free, but he would not oblige. Suddenly the empty road in front of him was much more interesting than his inner turmoil.
The impish boy pulled his seatbelt to its max length just to position himself next to Heeseung in the driver’s seat, breath ghosting over the shell of his ear. “And what if I do?” He whispered, releasing a playful sigh for maximum effect. “-what if I want to kiss you so bad?”
The older’s hands audibly tightened on the wheel, white knuckle grip holding on for dear life. That’s it… that’s it. It’s over. Heeseung needs a one-way ticket to the nearest mental institution because he is absolutely insane. This boy, no, this vixen has officially ruined him. He’s going to have to drop out of college and the rugby team would have to find a new ace. What would his coach think? No, what would his parents think? The full ride would go to w-
Laughter. Messy, car shaking, unrestrained laughter.
He swears he had whiplash from how intensely he pivoted his neck to stare daggers at the other. Here he was.. laughing. This absolute clown was completely intoxicated with mirth while Heeseung’s skin still burned from the touch.
“You should’ve seen your face!” Sunghoon blurted between the humorous fits, shoulders vibrating with hilarity.
“I… you..” Heeseung poked the inside of his mouth with his tongue, overwhelmed with embarrassment from the heat that pooled in his cheeks. He didn’t need thirteen reasons, he only needed one- this moment. His whole entire reputation was unraveling at the hands of this beady-eyed beanpole.
“God, you’re so easy to fool.” The laughter finally began to die down as Sunghoon wiped at the tears that pricked the corner of his eyes. “Did you really think I meant it?”
Did Heeseung think he meant it? No, of course not. That was simply not plausible. There was zero feelings between the two of them, it was just hormones! Yeah… hormones. And booze.
“As if.” He finally managed to mutter, snorting at the incredulous nature of the whole ordeal. “I’m way out of your league, baby, you would never even dare.”
“Don’t act so high and mighty.” He couldn’t see the boy but he knows he rolled his eyes in the most obnoxious manner. “I’ve seen landfills more attractive than you.”
“So you admit I’m attractive?” The redness had faded, replaced with a lopsided, knowing grin.
“That’s what you got out of that?”
“Come on, Sunghoon.. boost my ego a bit.”
“You’re the hottest man to ever grace the Earth with his presence…” The sarcasm was laid on thick, complimented only by a quiet snort.
“You’re so in love with me it hurts.”
“You wish.”
And Heeseung had to admit, maybe that was true.