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Sunlight filtered through the open window, curtains pulled back. It was warming your skin, like a soft touch. Your skin eagerly soaked up the warmth provided. Curling into the sunlight spot on your mattress. Hands sliding over already warmed up skin. Fingers sliding into soft caramel colored hair. You didn't need to open your eyes, to know he was smiling softly. His sleep filled voice, humming against the top of your head. Face buried in the crook of his neck. Hiding away from the sunlight, that was trying to pry your eyes open. Hiding away, in the bliss of his skin on yours. A tingling sensation that would always be part, of what he is. Not that you could fully grasp what he was, just swaying at the edge of the information. Enough to calm your mind and soul, enough to spike your interest. Enough to understand that he was different. His lips puckered as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. He whispered tiny words of love against your hairline, words you never had heard before. Words you knew, were full of pure adoration. Even if you could not understand them, you could feel their intent. Like water dripping onto your skin, sliding down your smooth surface and slowly, sinking into every pore of yours. “Do we have to get up?” it sounded perfect, how he pronounced every word of your language. Like he'd lived all his life, down the street of yours. There was no accent, that could have lead to believe, he wasn't french. But you knew. You'd asked him, during a night of kisses and drunk truth. ”I watched you all your life and the lives before this one... No other language had sounded this beautiful....” you were sure he was mocking you. Of course he'd have had seen more beautiful people than you, more talented and astonishing people than you. He was eternal after all. But you chose to believe him. There was nothing more earnest than his eyes. As if lying was a concept he could not grasp. And maybe it was. What use would somebody so dazzling as him, bring him. ”I do.... I have to buy groceries and study...” your voice was groggy from sleep.
He protested in form, of his arms tightening around you. His head shaking a little, lips brushing against hair. Back and forth. “I can't make the lasagna you love so much, if you don't let me get up...” it was an empty threat. You could get up in a few hours and then buy the things you needed. Preparing it, didn't take as much as you made it sound. However your exams were coming up and with your nightly job, there was little time to study. Especially with this addicting being in your bed. ”Your exam is on Monday, right?” your nodded. Forehead touching the pulse point at his neck. It had surprised you, to know he did have a heartbeat. Though it was not blood, what ran through his veins. ”And after that, we can do whatever we want?” he asked next, you knew where it was heading. ”Yes”. No more words were needed, as he pushed you off of him. Having you squeal in protest, rolled on your back on the by now cold sheets. “Hoseok!” you tried to swat at him, but he was already on his feet. Looking for his jeans, he picked them up from the ground. Slid them over one leg and then the other. Wiggling a little to have the skinny jeans, fit snuggly against his butt. He tucked himself completely in his pants and zipped them up slowly, buttoning them up as well. For him to go commando, was nothing knew. The question had been muttered once, during breathless kisses and frantic hands. ”They're uncomfortable, when your human garments are so tight...” he'd offered, with a small smirk gracing his features. He turned around with a blinding smile. ”Get up, (Y/N)!” the enthusiasm something that would always catch you off guard. If it weren't for his true origin, you would have questioned his energy. Only the sun could provide such livelihood. And yet, this man pressed into a fleshly body, made of stardust and people's wishes. Was emitting the exact same beams of warmth, love and happiness.
Months had passed, since you'd met him. Since you'd stumbled out of a club during a starless night. Hazy and unsteady on your feet, you'd stumbled alongside your friend. Till a stranger from the club, you'd been at, had stopped you. His fingers around your wrist, he'd been strong in keeping you by his side. Despite your drunk protest and wish to be let off. He did not comply, but drag you away. Your drunk friend, believing it was your opportunity of releasing some frustration. Had only waved at your dragged away back, not even paying any mind to your drunk protests.In a sense it had been your luck, that the man was a filthy lowlife to begin with. Not even bothering to get you to a hotel, or his apartment, you'd been pressed against an alleyways brick walls. A gasp leaving your mouth, as he pushed your harshly against the sturdy surface. His lips trying to attach themselves to your neck, but your tried to press your cheek to your shoulder. Minimizing the opportunity of touching your neck, with his mouth. Hand raised to slap you across the cheek and startle you, into letting him have his move. You flinched, eyes squeezed shut for the slap to come, which it never did. Instead the man yelped in pain and let go of your body. Between you and him a young man, who's naked back was covering your sight, of the other man. He was still holding onto the wrist, of the molester. Who was whimpering, under the strain that was put on his wrist. A cracking sound, signaled the loss of the wrist, in a fight of strength. “While your wrists will take about two to three months to completely heal. You will have enough time to think, of what you were about to do. And if I find you, trying this again anywhere near in the future or even far in the future. I will not let you off with another warning... Understood?” it was a calm voice. Something meant to sooth people. But put the fear of god into the man, scrambling away. Nodding over and over again, he'd never do it again. He struggled back to his feet and ran away. Leaving you and your savior in the ally. Maybe it was the left over drunkenness in you, the gratefulness or sheer stupidity. Whatever it was, you were finding yourself shrugging out of your trench coat. Handing it to him, you covered your eyes. You were drunk yes, but no peeping tom. Or at least not for longer than the few seconds it did take you, to realize he was naked as the day one was born. “You will catch a cold...” you explained. ”I don't catch a cold....” he'd simply said, but taken the trench coat nonetheless. ”I will take you home, you should not walk around like this...” his soft voice, had you take his hand without thinking twice.
Now many would think, you should have questioned it all. But drunkenness was something, that gave you a certain liberty. Maybe to do stupid things, or brave things. It was all in the eye of the beholder. Yet taking Hoseok home, had proven to be the right idea. You'd woken up to him fully clothed, sitting in your living-room. Coffee's scent wafting through the house and the heavenly delicious aroma of fresh made pancakes. He held up a glass of orange juice to your face, which you took with a dumbfound expression. That morning had been filled with explanations, with questions and pure honest answers. You should have maybe questioned it all, but you could not. Not when you saw his hands glow, as you took them in yours. A faint glow, warm and almost the color of sunlight on white sheets. The brilliant radiance, of his lips on yours. His eyes that were brown, change color into a honey-amber mix. His cheeks were covered in a flush, brows furrowed together in confusion. ”I never understood your humans want, to touch one another...” he had breathed into the space of your parted lips. And then he'd been back on you, his lips on yours. His hands letting go of yours, in favor to cup your cheeks. That day had been filled with many words, but foremost it had been filled with a touch you'd never felt before.
Fingers snapped in front of your face, dazed expression making way for a split second of confusion. Before your cheeks heated up with embarrassment. ”What were you thinking of, love?” he asked. His french was decorated with old words, words of the 18th century. You had had to ask for translations more often than not. But by now you understood, the small endearments. Though he never bothered to explain his cussing to you, as it happened rarely to begin with. ”You” as he never lied to you, you found yourself unable to lie or omit the truth in front of him. It was embarrassing and exposing, but it also was refreshing. He handed you your jeans from the floor, but you shook your head. ”I need to have a shower first...” he nodded his head. You got up from the bed, legs tingling as blood rushed to circle around your system. He took the few steps that separated your body from his, arms around your naked waist he pulled in his lower lip, with his teeth. Letting go of the supple flesh of his lower lip, to say something. Beneath a frame of thick lashes, your doe eyes looked up at him. “Hoseok?” his name sounded like a prayer on your lips. He leaned down and sealed your lips with his. Arm sneaking up to lay across your back, hand splayed on your naked back over your spine. While the other buried into thick curls of hair, to keep your head in position. Like a thirsting man, chasing every single drop of water, his lips chased yours. Pried them open, with an expertise you could still not believe of him. Tongue sliding into your mouth and pushing against your very own. Asking for a dance, that he would be leading. And then, as suddenly as he'd kissed you. The caramel haired star in the body of a man, leaned back and licked over his own lips. Chasing your taste, on his very own flesh. Eyes closed and deep rumbling hum, following the heavy breathing of yours. Without your own notice, your eyes had closed during the searing kiss. That you had to slowly open them now, watching as his pleased expression made way for embarrassment. The quick change of character, had you almost as dizzy as his kiss. ”Ah.... I'm sorry (Y/N).... I got carried away...” he said and let go of your head to run his own hand, through his light brown hair. Strands falling into his face as he tried to look at his feet. But his eyes fell onto your still naked chest. Your eyes catching on his adams apple bob. ”I will take a shower, we'll go grocery shopping and I will study. Around eight, we'll get dressed for my job tonight...” He titled his head to the side, not quite understanding where you were going with your words. As it diverted from the whole situation at hand. Not to mention the sudden uncomfortableness of his pants in the nether region. ”And when we're back here? I hope you're going to get carried away, once more...” you pecked his lips and twirled around him, to hurry into the bathroom. Locking the door behind you, you let your back rest against the wood of the door. Not even caring that it was cold, to your heated skin. You were oh so bashful, after such daring words. But the thought of the passion he showed to you and only you, overpowered the embarrassed feeling inside of you. Instead a smile curled on your lips, with the thought of what the day would bring. Ever since he'd entered your life, it had all been adventurous in certain ways.
Hoseok could make even the tiniest things impossibly interesting. A rainy day, turned delightful. As he danced underneath pearling water droplets on sun kissed skin. Your cold, a reason for him to take care of you and hold you. He could make a bad day, turn on it's heel and dress in wonderful garments of a good day. He could make starless nights, fill with the beauty of darkness, you used to hate. Hoseok was nothing like the star, he described he was. But like the brother of the sun, that was chained to the sky. Hoseok was your own personal sun, that circled you. Warming up your surface and letting all sorts of feelings flourish and prosper on your skin. He'd been your savior in a night, that could have ended with the darkest moment of your life. Turned into the one thing you could no longer live without. He was far more, than just a burning star, people wished upon to. And you were glad, for the opportunity of this shooting star, to spend the rest of both your burning away lives, together.