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Sieun always wakes up before Suho.
It’s like his body has to make sure he’s still here. That he’s not a mirage.
Sieun’s fingers travel down from Suho’s forearm to his wrist to check his pulse. He places a kiss on his forehead and brushes a few strands of hair from his eyes. Suho sleeps like the dead– well in a way he was sleeping himself to his death. But that was so long ago that they laugh about it now.
Gaps of sunlight paint polka dots throughout their bedroom, a summer sweet with the weight of last spring’s bloom. Their legs are tangled together as always, their bodies accustomed to searching for each other in pitch darkness.
Suho is a hot sleeper and Sieun is prone to coldness, so they fill in gaps for each other. All their friends treat them like an old married couple and their families are just relieved that they’re not dead. Suho’s grandmother is the exception as she dotes on them every chance she gets.
It took years of physical therapy to get Suho’s body somewhat back to his original form, the doctors say it’s a God given miracle. Suho is only greedy when it comes to Sieun, so he accepts their remarks without much thought. Sieun would rather not believe in God. He’s not good at forgiving people, much less a weak God that had forsaken them. It hurts to think that whatever’s out there threw his sweet boy through the ringer, stole those precious years from him. So he would rather not believe, he has enough grudges with living people already.
“What is my baby thinking about?” Suho lets out a light, airy laugh. He looks at his lover with stars for eyes and grips him tighter.
“You.” Sieun smiles.
Sieun gives him a chaste kiss and caresses the tiny dot under Suho’s eye. Back when they met, it was so light that he didn’t even notice it, but after almost two years of watching him sleep at the hospital it became more of an origin point than a beauty mark.
Sieun’s inner world starts and ends with Suho. He’s not even subtle about it anymore. He thinks of him, dreams of him, sleeps next to him, counts down the hands of the clock to spend his evenings with him, he speaks of him even to strangers… Nobody can really blame him for being in love. And Suho isn’t any better, he trekked down to hell itself and came back from the dead just to be with him again.
“C’mere,” Suho whispered, “I need you closer.”
Sieun holds him tighter, as if that were even possible. They are melting into each other with no abandon. The city has been alive for hours now, but they remain in bed in their own little world. Suho’s blush reaches all the way down his chest, his lips look delicious. Sieun leads with a nose nuzzle, then starts peppering kisses all over his face.
Suho starts giggling at Sieun’s antics and gets a little more aggressive with his devotion. A pause– a breath– then he takes Suho passionately into his mouth. Grazing his hands up and down the bigger man’s body. It’s something that they do often but it feels like the first time every time.
He pulls down Suho’s hair to elicit a gasp from him– it works. Running his tongue over his lips and then nipping his bottom lip, taking him in like one does air.
Suho pulls away a bit and chuckles.
“Wait babe– we have to get ready for work.”
“I wish I could kiss you all day.”
“Is that all you want to do with me? I was thinking of less innocent things.” Suho’s searing touch treks from the nape of his neck to the small of his back.
“Of course you are. But I want to be able to walk to work. Do you know how embarrassing it is to limp at an ER?”
“I think it’s so hot that I still have that effect on you.”
Sieun shakes his head and makes way to get out of bed. But Suho holds him tighter.
“No~ Where are you going, my sunshine?”
“You’re the one who said we should get ready.”
“Yeah but you’re supposed to protest and be a good boy for me.” He pouts, but Sieun’s already half-way in their bathroom. A solid two minutes of complaining passes by before Suho joins him and snakes his hand on his hip. The smaller man glares at him, Suho tries to kiss him with a mouthful of toothpaste.
“You heathen! Unhand me.” Sieun tries to fight him off but to no avail. This is his fantasy in another scenario, but now is not the time.
“Did you come from the Joseon era?” He laughs.
“Yes, I’m an evil spirit you can’t exorcise. Now move so I can make you some breakfast.”
“We should eat together, babe.”
“I’m having brunch with Youngyi, remember?” He pushes Suho playfully into their shower, knowing the consequences if he dared to stay inside any longer. “The sooner you get to work the earlier you can leave. I only have labs today so I’ll bribe my seniors with coffee.”
Say less, thought Suho. He’s glad Youngyi made her way back into their lives. His grandmother told him that she used to visit him often at the hospital, but stopped after she realized Sieun would never leave Suho.
He gets dressed quickly, nothing fancy since he was probably going to get it dirty in the kitchen. Turns out all of his grandmother’s teachings paid off and now he runs a popular traditional Korean restaurant. The mornings only involve prepping, but their guest list keeps growing each day, so every second counts. He never expected it to go anywhere at first, but he’s glad that he can spoil Sieun all he wants and not break the bank.
The downside is that their friends are insane people with zero personal space or decorum. The number of times they’ve walked into Suho’s office mid-makeout session is countless. And, yes, he locks his door. Juntae even wrote fanfiction about them as a joke, but Suho proof-read it. You know, just to make sure it was accurate and all.
As Suho wolfs down his breakfast, he places his left hand on Sieun’s thigh instinctually, the urge to be close never really goes away. Sieun’s focused on a video about a medical procedure, some things never change. Suho’s phone dings, annoyed that someone’s interrupting his nice morning with his baby.
Gotak: yo! we need extra hands for the new shipment
Suho: k be there soon
Baku: Geez Suho show some pesto at least
Seongje: *gusto
Gotak: WTF you don’t even work here
Seongje: gotta keep y’all on your toes (pun intended)
*Baku removed Seongje from the chat*
Juntae: Sorry guys… That was my fault :(
Baku: Great you made him sad Go Hyuntak
Gotak: lmfao gov’t name n everything
Juntae: He’s just trying to make more friends!
Baku: We’re full actually.
Suho: can u guys be normal for a sec
Baku: You think too highly of us
Gotak: yeah i’d need a prescription for that
Juntae: Let’s go to the psych ward together >.<
Baku: Can we get gogi-jib later?
Gotak: HELL YEAH
Juntae: Suho bring Sieunie with you please :)
Suho: he goes everywhere i go
Baku: Bro you’re whipped
Gotak: ewww gross
Juntae: keep it in your pants suho – seongje
Baku: Okay we need to get rid this guy
Suho mutes the group chat and makes his way to the door, swinging his bag over his shoulder. Today’s looking like a long day, not because of the work itself, but due to his friends’ colorful personalities.
As he’s tying his shoe laces, an adorable Sieun stands in front of Suho.
“Babe, you forgot something–” Before he even finishes his sentence, Suho lunges towards the smaller man and pushes him up against the wall. Protecting his head as well, he has manners.
Sieun gives in easily, gently gripping the hem of his work jacket. Suho smiles into the kiss, remembering how their friends just roasted him for being insane about his baby. His hands brace either side of Sieun’s rosy cheeks and squish slightly. He can’t help himself.
They kiss each other hard and soft, a rhythm they’ve cultivated over the years. Falling harder and harder into each other with just barely enough a smidge of control.
“Suho-yah…” His baby sighs and catches his breath for a milli-second.
Suho knows he will be late, but pulling those kittish sounds from Sieun’s mouth is far more imperative at the moment. He sucks and licks a spot below his jawline, pressing his weight firmly, locking him in place.
As if on cue, Sieun whimpers and instinctively grinds on Suho’s leg. The taller man holds him in place, this is dangerous territory. Suho didn’t know falling in love would make him so sensitive to sound. He notices every gasp that leaves his lips, the swishing motion of his uniform, the loud pounding coming from his chest, the ragged desperation in every exhale.
“Fuck– you’re being so good for me.”
“Oh God.” He cries out.
Sieun throws his head back, trying to let those words just be words but they do something to him. He looks like a dream making itself, like an impressionist painting made with haphazard strokes of hansa yellow and pyrrole red and cerulean blue.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” Suho rasps.
Without noticing, Sieun already led them to the couch. He’s perked up on the arm, sitting pretty. Suho groans at the thought of flipping him over and ruining his lover. Tugging off that navy blue uniform and plowing into him with reckless abandon. Stop thinking about it, he repeats to himself like a prayer.
Their lips meet again, already glossy and abused. Suho lets out a low growl as he runs his tongue on the roof of Sieun’s mouth, this prompts Sieun to wrap his hands around Suho’s neck, scratching his head the way he likes.
Suho goes back and forth sucking Sieun’s swollen lips, paying neat attention to each one and simultaneously meditating in his head so that he doesn’t get a hard on.
He’s insatiable, tugging at Sieun’s waistband knowing he can’t give him what he wants. He snaps at it once, twice, then Sieun shoves his hand away. Pulling off with a pop! Glaring up at him. There’s a ghost smile on Suho’s lips. His fingers move up gently in surrender.
He feels his blood rush down his head to his chest, hands occupied with the narrow dip of Sieun’s waist. Made for his large hands to hold.
Sieun wraps his legs weakly around him and swallows everything Suho gives to him. This angle hurts his neck but he doesn’t care.
Suho looks at him below his lashes, satisfied with the mess he created of Sieun’s hair. Although they both use the same bodywash and cologne, something about Sieun is sweeter and softer.
He jokingly thinks of the time Juntae explained the omegaverse because of one of his manhwas and wonders what it would take to put a baby in– Stop thinking about it. Jesus Christ.
They get back together and pull apart, rinse, repeat in smaller increments. Sieun thumbs at Suho’s bruised lips, he wants to bite them more. They ease back into each other, holding on tighter than before. Suho eskimo kisses him as Sieun giggles and tries to cover up his face.
“No way, are you being shy right now?” Suho could die of adoration right now.
“Stop. This is so embarrassing.”
“I was literally inside you last night, babe.”
“Suho-yah!”
They seldom get lost in each other’s eyes these days, saying everything they have to say in the heat of the moment. But with the past they have every second of peace is a slice of heaven to them. They fall back into kissing, uncaring of the outside world. This goes on for about ten more minutes before they hug each other tenderly.
Sieun feels like melted candy, impossibly sweet yet he can’t get enough. His lips are tingling now, spit is gathered at the corners. Suho drinks him in, then kisses his cheekbones, nose and forehead.
They sway for a bit, light-headed and dazed. And Sieun breaks out into a fit of laughter. Suho’s brow arches in confusion. Suho rubs his neck trying to figure out why Sieun’s losing his mind.
“Babe?” He shakes him.
“You forgot your keys and wallet! The boys are right, you have no self-restraint.” Sieun hands him the items and starts towards the door, he’ll be running late as well.
“I should feel dumb right now but that felt so good.” He smirks. Copping a feel of Sieun’s butt as they lock their apartment. Their elderly neighbor turns away from them, scandalized. This makes Suho give him a big fat smooch on his cheek.
“Your greed sickens me.” He swats him away.
“Ahh~ you let me get away with it.” Suho rolls his eyes.
They make their way down without letting go of their hands. Sunkissed smiles plastered on their faces, ones their adolescent hearts could have never imagined on each other.
They’re in the summer of their lives now, winter is just a shadow.