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“Can you not move my things?!” Sunoo walked up to Sunghoon, hands on hips with an angry expression. Sunghoon just looked confused.
“What are you talking about, Sunny?” Sunghoon moved Sunoo’s hands on his hips to wrap his own arms around his waist. Sunoo just flicked them off and looked away from him.
“You know what i’m talking about, my necklace,” Sunghoon tilted his head in confusion, “the one my mom gave me?! God how can you be this stupid!” Sunoo turned around and walked to the window behind them.
“I didn’t touch it! I may have knocked it off by accident, but I didn’t mean to.” Sunghoon walked up behind him and touched his shoulder to comfort him. Sunoo rolled his eyes and moved his shoulder avoiding all touch with his Fiancé.
“I can help you find it, my love, only if you want me to.” Sunghoon could read Sunoo like a book on occasion, he knew Sunoo was mad because he would let Sunghoon touch him all the time — he loved the feeling of his hands.
“No. I don’t need your help. Just leave me alone, would you?!” Sunoo stormed off back to the bedroom to find the necklace, sighing along the way. Sunghoon tried to reach out but Sunoo was already halfway up their staircase.
A little while later, Sunghoon was downstairs watching a show on the television — normally he would watch his and Sunoo’s favourite show together, of course, cuddled up together almost dozing off in each others arms. He heard the bath tap running hitting the tub.
He looked up at the ceiling and considered going up there but remembered their argument earlier and just decided to leave him. He sighed to himself trying to think where Sunoo’s necklace was. The episode of the show had finished and he heard humming from the bathroom, assuming it was Sunoo he got up from the couch and started walking up the stairs towards the bathroom.
It was like a siren leading him towards the ocean, he felt enchanted by the tone of his voice. He was singing the melody of the song that was going to be the first dance for their wedding. Sunghoon had reached the door and put an ear up, he could listen to his voice all day, all night, for the rest of his life. It was his own personal lullaby.
He knocked but there was no response so he just opened the door to find Sunoo sitting in the bathtub, looking at him, looking at him like it was their first time meeting. Sunghoon remembered the look Sunoo gave to him when they met for the first time, the way his eyes sparkled and his lashes ever so slightly bounced when he blinked, his pink glossy lips widening when he said his first words to him. It was a work of art to Sunghoon. He was a work of art to Sunghoon.
A little glisten from Sunoo’s neck caught his attention, Sunghoon raised his eyebrows and smiled then started walking closer.
“Ahh, so you found it,” He lifted the gem lying at the bottom of the necklace up with his index finger. “It’s beautiful, but not as much as you!” He ruffled Sunoo’s hair teasingly and he laughed at the older playing around.
Sunoo nodded his head towards the empty side of the tub insinuating he wanted Sunghoon there. Sunghoon smiled at his Sunoo, while he admired his soon-to-be husband. Sunghoon unbuttoned his shirt, slipping it off his broad shoulders. He then unzipped his pants letting them fall and stepped out of them.
Sunoo was still staring, it’s like he couldn’t take his eyes off of something so charming. Sunghoon had taken the rest of his clothes off and he stepped in the bathtub, sinking in.
Sunoo immediately slipped over sitting inbetween Sunghoon’s legs, leaning on his chest.
Sunghoon moved his head to the level of his right cheek and smothered him in kisses, leaving his Sunoo a giggling mess.
“I’m sorry,” Sunghoon wrapped his arms around Sunoo’s waist leaning his head on his shoulder leaving small pecks down the bone, “for earlier, I really didn’t know I moved the necklace, I know how much it means to you. I’ll neve—“ Sunoo placed a finger on his lips, smiling with his big, brown eyes. All Sunghoon could do was smile back. Not all lovers need to use words.
These lovers, they love in silence.
