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FALL SEMESTER
It was 2am.
A pale blue glow of the city lights filtered through the window, illuminating the discarded clothes and rumpled sheets.
Sleep evaded Sunoo as he stared at Sunghoon's bare back, eyes tracing the familiar curves and dips of his skin, the gentle rise and fall of his breathing, the birthmarks and moles that peppered his skin like constellations.
His fingers twitched, aching to trace the contours of Sunghoon's body. He knew those lines as intimately as his own, had mapped them out with his fingertips countless times. And yet, in moments like this, it felt like there was an entire universe between them.
Why did he think this was a good idea?
He had done this dance before, knew the steps by heart.
They had agreed on the rules: no feelings, no strings.
The rules were supposed to make things easy, uncomplicated. Now the same words felt like barbed chains around Sunoo's heart, each heartbeat causing it to saw deeper into the flesh, punishing it for daring to feel.
He knew what he was getting into, it was mutual that this was nothing more than physical. Before he knew it, he was in way deeper than he meant to be, caught up in feelings he never intended to develop—an ache of his own making.
Sunoo thought he could compartmentalize, keep his heart out of this as he always had before. Feelings, however, had a mind of their own. His came crashing in like a tidal wave, sweeping away all his walls until he was drowning amidst the wreckage of his defenses.
Their relationship only existed when the night came, where they would hold each other like they were each other's worlds. But then morning would roll around and they became worlds apart.
Each morning brought with it a new gamble and the stakes were his heart. Would Sunghoon stay for breakfast this time? Would he disappear before Sunoo could even open his eyes?
What if this time is the last?
What if he walks out that door and Sunoo never sees him again?
He screwed his eyes shut, trying to block out the thoughts that had become self-inflicted poison to his psyche.
He knew the drill backwards and forwards, having played this game so many times before.
But why does it feel like he won't be able to walk away unscathed when it's over this time?
3 months ago
SPRING SEMESTER
"Excuse me, sorry, sorry," Sunoo whispered hurriedly as he shuffled sideways past the row of seated students in the dimly lit theater. His shoes scuffed against the floor and his backpack knocked against the backs of seats, earning him a few annoyed glances.
Flustered, he finally found an empty seat beside Minji, a cinema studies major he vaguely recognized from his cinematography class.
Sunoo attempted a friendly smile, but Minji shushed him with a glare, her finger pressed against her lips. He blinked and awkwardly sank into the seat.
The movie had already started, possibly a few minutes in. The muffled audio blended with the clattering sounds of Sunoo rummaging through his bag for a notepad and a pen.
Jagged edits sliced montages of inaudible arguments between mother and daughter. Raised voices echoing off the wall like gunshots, door slamming shut with violent force. A static shot of tear-stained faces flashed by before cutting abruptly to a body breaking the surface of a pool—a splash.
The frantic pace slowed as the scene transitioned to the mother cradling her crying newborn, cheeks marred by tears yet beamed with raw joy.
The daughter's first steps, birthday candles blown by her excited huffs, and a tumble from her bike. Then volatile scenes cut in—of the daughter shoving her backpack into her room as her mother followed behind, both frustratedly yelling.
Another shot captured the mother harshly grabbing at her daughter's revealing top, trying to pull it down as the girl squirmed and yelled.
Anger, fear, shattered expectations, bruised self-worth, and battles of pride.
Returning to the present, the audio dimmed as the daughter curled up alone on her bed, sobbing uncontrollably while hugging herself with a hand clapped over her mouth to muffle the sounds.
The camera panned to the other side of that door, transitioning to an older footage of the mother's hunched silhouette in the nursery at the crack of dawn, hand caressing the sleeping baby. Then a close-up focus on the mother's face. Slowly, her arms wrapped around herself in a tight embrace, holding herself together.
A tear fell from her cheek but she didn't make a sound.
The final scene unfolded with them standing before each other like mirror images—two heartbeats became one, intertwined. Eventually, their silhouettes blended into one shadow beneath the setting sun.
Sunoo didn't notice his pen hand stilling. He startled slightly as the title 'At Last a Daughter, Less of a Mother' showed up on the screen and credits began to roll.
Applause rippled through the room, Sunoo joined in, clapping his hands as the team of students behind the movie stepped up in front of the screen to bow.
Sunoo's gaze momentarily landed one of the students, his mere presence drew all attention toward him.
"As you'd expect from the famous director's son," Minji murmured to her friend. "He's in a whole different league."
"You mean Park Sunghoon?" the friend replied. "Do you think his father helped him? Isn't that cheating?"
Sunoo quirked up a brow but paid it little mind as the next film began rolling.
Three more movies followed, but none quite made the impression the way that first one had. Sunoo only watched with mild interest, barely able to recall any specifics of the other films after he exited the theater.
Sunoo was digging into his back pocket for change as he approached the vending machine at the film department's lobby when a loud burst of giggles caught his attention.
Glancing over his shoulder, he spotted that person again—perched casually on the edge of the booth table, surrounded by a small group who seemed utterly enthralled in his presence. Although it appeared that they fawned over him more than the movie itself, he still responded to each of them with the same warm, attentive eyes and easy smile.
Sunoo's lips curled into a knowing smile. He knew the type all too well—popular, tall, smart, smooth-talking, unfairly good-looking. The kind that was impossible not to be drawn to like a moth to a flame.
As if sensing Sunoo's gaze, that person's eyes flicked over and met his. Sunoo felt himself stiffen, stunned for a breathless second, before quickly averting his eyes.
Turning his attention back to the vending machine, Sunoo hastily punched in the number for his drink. But when he checked the slot, nothing came out. He tilted his head as he tried pressing the selection again. Crouching down, Sunoo reached his hand into the slot, feeling around for any sign of a stuck bottle, but still came up empty.
When he rose back to his feet, Sunoo felt something—someone against his back. A forearm reached across his shoulder to tap at the machine's keypad. But what caught his attention was the intricate tattoo of a crescent moon entwined with a sword, etched onto the pale skin.
"You have to press zero to get it out," a low voice murmured near his ear. "The machine's been broken for a while."
Sunoo startled, his body jerking sideways. It was him, so close their shoulders nearly brushed.
With a bemused chuckle, he retrieved the fallen bottle, extending it towards Sunoo. "Mint chocolate milk?"
"Yeah, thanks," Sunoo managed a small smile, taking the drink. "I thought I was getting scammed for a second."
"Park Sunghoon! Let's go, we're grabbing a drink!"
They both swiveled towards the voice. Sunghoon—Sunoo now knew his name—flashed him one final smile and nod before rejoining his group of friends. One of them sling an arm around Sunghoon's shoulders as they exited.
Sunoo's gaze lingered, but Sunghoon didn't look back.
2 months ago
SEMESTER BREAK
Sunoo pushed through the crowd, the thumping bassline of the music vibrating in his bones as he scanned the dimly lit bar.
"Sunoo! Over here!"
Jake's voice cut through the noise. Sunoo spotted him waving from a corner table and wove his way over, smoothly dodging the loud groups and overcrowded barstools.
Sunoo rarely agreed to hang out because film majors were notorious for their drinking culture. While he could hold his liquor well, they took the "work hard, play hard" mantra a bit too seriously for his taste.
Tonight was an exception, however. Only his closest circle had come out and the new semester wouldn't start until next month.
"Sorry, the traffic was a nightmare," Sunoo puffed out as he finally slid into the booth.
"No worries." Jake clapped him on the back with a grin. "We're about to play pool, you in?" He jerked his thumb towards the worn billiards table at the center of the bar.
"Yeah, sure."
As Jake got up to gather the group and grab cues. Sunoo prepared to leave the booth as well, until something halted him in his tracks—an unmistakable crescent moon and sword tattoo, now resting nonchalantly on the edge of the table.
Sunoo's eyes traveled upward to find Park Sunghoon standing mere inches from his seat, close enough for the scent of sandalwood and peony to envelop Sunoo's senses.
"Hey, you made it."
Sunghoon's voice snapped Sunoo back to reality. He blinked, refocusing on Sunghoon's small smile greeting him.
"Want a drink?" Sunghoon tipped his chin towards the bar.
Sunoo opened his mouth, but no words came out. A nudge to his side from Jake's pool cue momentarily distracted him. He glanced over to see his friend motioning him towards the billiards table.
Sunghoon caught the exchange too, so he didn't wait for a response. "I'll grab you a beer," he said, still with the same smile on his lips.
Sunoo could only nod dumbly, hand reaching out to scratch his head but stopped halfway, feeling self-conscious all of a sudden.
He grabbed the cue from Jake and stepped up to the table.
"Pairs?" Riki suggested, chalking his cue and pointing it at Jake with a sly grin. "I'll take Jake hyung."
"Me?" Jake scoffed, sidling up beside Heeseung instead. "I'm with him."
Riki let out an exaggerated huff when his gaze landed on Sunoo. "Guess I'm stuck with you then."
"Watch your mouth," Sunoo warned. "I'll have you know I'm pretty good."
Riki raised his hand. "Show, don't tell."
Sunoo rolled his eyes.
Heeseung lined up to break and Sunoo's eyes wandered towards the bar. Sunghoon was there, one arm folded casually on the counter as he leaned in close to chat with the bartender. He laughed at something she said, head tipping back to expose the long column of his throat.
"You didn't mention there would be someone else," Sunoo said, circling the table to line up his shot.
Jake glanced over with a nonchalant shrug. "He tagged along with Jay earlier, it'd be weird to not invite him too. Why? You know him?"
Sunoo bent over the felt, squinting down the sightline as he drew back his cue. "Not really."
With a smooth stroke, he took the shot. The striped ball cracked against the solid with a sharp knock, both ricocheting off the rails. Sunoo straightened up with a satisfied expression as one dropped neatly into a corner pocket.
"Lucky shot," Riki muttered.
"I'm on your team you little shit," Sunoo shot back with a grin.
Riki's eyes went comically wide with faux realization. "Oh shit, you're right." He grimaced, giving Sunoo an exaggerated once-over. "Well, this is just great."
Before Sunoo could retort, a familiar voice interrupted, "Here."
Sunoo turned to see Sunghoon returning, two bottles in hand. He accepted the beer with a smile, fingers brushing against Sunghoon's.
"Hey, Park Sunghoon, this is Kim Sunoo," Jake piped up, pointing at the two interchangeably. "Kim Sunoo, this is Park Sunghoon."
Sunghoon just smiled. "I know."
Jake's forehead creased. "You guys met before?"
Sunghoon didn't elaborate; instead, he gave Sunoo a look before turning toward the other empty billiards table. "Jay, you wanna go a round?"
Jay grinned, slinging an arm around the small waist beside him—Jungwon leaning comfortably into his side. "You're on, man."
Sunghoon and Jay began racking up the balls while Jungwon settled against the rails, chin hooked over Jay's shoulder.
It wasn't long before Sunghoon started attracting attention from the onlookers and Sunoo had to tear his eyes away. Riki however, was studying Sunghoon with open curiosity.
"Since when we're hanging out with Park Sunghoon?" Riki wondered aloud, but pitched only for the four of them to hear.
"I don't know, he suddenly wanted to come along." Jake gave a detached shrug. "But he's pretty chill I guess."
A sneaky grin tugging at Riki's lips. Then he called out, "Sunghoon hyung!"
Sunghoon lifted his head, arching an inquisitive brow in their direction.
"I can call you hyung, right?" Riki asked with an impish smile. Sunghoon seemed faintly amused, tilting his head in a subtle nod. "Cool, drinks on you today then?"
Sunoo could feel nerves kicking up in his stomach. As outgoing as Riki could be, his personality sometimes could rub people the wrong way upon first meetings. He held his breath, worried that Sunghoon might take offense.
But to Sunoo's surprise, Sunghoon only chuckled, an easy grin spreading across his face. "Sure thing, order up whatever you guys want."
A cheer erupted and in a brief moment Sunghoon's eyes met his. They exchanged a smile.
The game continued for a couple more rounds before they decided to call it a night on the billiards tables. Making their way back to the booth, Sunoo flopped down into the seat with a contented sigh.
"Mind if I sit here?"
Sunoo glanced up to find Sunghoon gesturing towards the empty space beside him, a polite smile on his face.
"Not at all, go ahead," Sunoo said in response, scooting over to make room.
Sunghoon slid in next to him, seemingly unaware of the way his arm brushed against Sunoo's shoulder. Or perhaps he didn't care about invading Sunoo's personal space.
Across from them, Riki collapsed into the booth with a dramatic groan. "Someone grab me a beer? I'm fucking parched after carrying Sunoo hyung's deadweight the whole game."
Sunoo raised his hand like he was about to hit Riki, who immediately dodged with a mocking yelp. Jake, Heeseung, Jay, and Jungwon rejoined them as well.
The night went on and conversations unfolded. Sunoo noticed something about Sunghoon. There was an air of composure and reserve emanating from him. He carried himself with relaxed confidence, never appearing bothered or thrown off by the flashy antics of their group. And yet, he didn't come across as aloof or standoffish either.
Sunghoon was a natural.
He would smoothly interject with a well-timed quip or thoughtful question. He was an excellent listener too, Sunoo noticed, whenever someone spoke, his gaze was focused but composed. It helped put others at ease in his presence without being overbearing.
"When he took off his shirt, there was this huge, obnoxious tattoo covering his entire chest." Jake cringed. "It was such a turn off, seriously."
"You don't like tattoos?" Heeseung asked curiously.
Jake scrunched his nose. "Personally? Not really. Most of them just seem in bad taste to me. It's rare to find ones that are actually well-done or artistic. Like those cheesy skull tattoos or whatever—just no."
"Speaking of tattoos..." Riki trailed off, drawing everyone's attention to Sunghoon's exposed forearm. "Hyung's got some ink there."
The attention shifted to Sunghoon who had his sleeves pushed up to his elbows, revealing the tattoo decorating his pale skin.
"Yeah, I guess that one's not bad," Jake allowed grudgingly. "You should've seen this douchebag's tattoo though." He pulled out his phone, thumbing through to find a picture as he continued complaining. "It literally said 'Cruel and Cold' in some awful Gothic script. Like what even is that?"
"Wait," Jungwon piped up, eyes widening as they landed on Sunoo. "Sunoo hyung, you have a tattoo too, right?"
Jake whipped around so fast, Sunoo was surprised he didn't get whiplash. "You do? Where? Why am I just finding out about this now?"
Sunoo shot Jungwon a betrayed look but he shrugged unapologetically.
"What? It's really pretty."
"Okay, now I'm curious. Where is this tattoo of yours exactly?" Jake insisted, leaning across the table eagerly. "Don't tell me it's somewhere… provocative?"
"What?" Sunoo felt his face flush hot as his friends' stares drilled into him. "No, it's not like that at all. Don't be ridiculous."
Even as he laughed it off, brushing aside their nosy inquiries, Sunoo could feel the weight of Sunghoon's eyes lingering on him. He didn't dare glance over to meet that gaze and egged the others to move on to another topic instead.
But from the corner of his eye, Sunoo caught the faint twitch of Sunghoon's lips curving upwards.
A thin wisp of smoke curled lazily in the night air as Sunghoon exhaled, his cigarette glowing briefly in the streetlights. He leaned back against the brick exterior of the bar as he watched people stream by on the sidewalk. Loud laughter and muffled music spilled out every time the door to the bar opened and closed behind him.
The group soon stumbled out onto the sidewalk, with Jungwon and Heeseung awkwardly half-carrying, half-dragging the wasted Riki between them. Jake, Jay, and Sunoo trailed behind.
Jay went to help them get Riki inside his car, followed by Heeseung, then Jungwon taking the front passenger seat.
Jay turned to the rest before he got into the driver's seat. "How are you getting home?"
Jake shrugged, cutting his eyes towards Sunghoon with an expectant grin. "Sunghoon can drop me off, right?"
Sunghoon hummed affirmatively around the filter perched between his lips, pursing his mouth to exhale another stream of smoke. He then gave a sidelong glance to Sunoo. "What about you?"
"Oh, don't worry about me. I'll just grab a taxi."
"I can take you home too." Sunghoon stubbed out his cigarette under his shoe. "It's no trouble."
Sunoo opened his mouth to protest again, but then faltered. "I actually go the opposite way from you guys," he said instead.
A tiny smile played across Sunghoon's lips. "Do you even know which way I'm heading?"
"You caught me." Sunoo tugged his lips into a semblance of a smile as he was caught in his excuse. "Okay then."
Sunghoon held his stare for a second longer before turning away. With a casual wave to their friends, he started making his way towards the nearby lot where his car was parked.
Sunoo was about to pull open the rear door, fully intending to claim a spot in the backseat, when the opposite door flung open. Jake burst through, tumbling into the car.
Sunoo paused, hand still on the door handle as he reassessed when Sunghoon quipped, "Should I have hung out the 'Taxi' sign or something?"
A bright laugh bubbled up from Sunoo's chest at the assumption. Of course Sunghoon wouldn't have expected him to clamber into the backseat as well. Shaking his head, Sunoo released the handle with one last amused glance towards the backseat.
"Sorry, my bad." He grinned, circling around to slide into the passenger seat beside Sunghoon. "I thought Jake hyung was going to take the front seat."
"Seatbelt," Sunghoon reminded him.
Sunoo had planned to stay silent for most of the drive, content to have Jake as a buffer between them. But those hopes were gone when Jake knocked out as soon as they pulled away from the parking lot.
Which left just the two of them.
"You're a year below me right?" Sunghoon's deep voice broke the silence between them.
"Mm, yes."
"Make yourself comfortable. You can call me hyung."
Sunoo nodded and a stretch of silence fell inside the car again.
"So," Sunoo began, voice coming out lower and more hushed than intended. He cleared his throat. "I saw a screening of your film for cinematography class last semester. The one about mother and daughter?"
"Yeah, that was my group's project." Sunghoon tilted his head, reflecting on it. "There are so many things I'd go back and change if I could."
"What's to change? That film was incredible. That final scene at the end, with the two of them silhouetted against the sunset? I literally got chills…"
"You really think so?" There was an odd lilt to his words, like he truly wanted, needed, Sunoo's validation that for a split moment it caught Sunoo off guard.
Sunoo stole a side glance, observing the other's profile—the sharp angles of his jaw and high cheekbones gilded by the soft glow of the streetlights.
"I do," Sunoo muttered whilst looking away, completely missing the satisfied smile gracing Sunghoon's lips.
With a huff, Sunghoon helped hoist Jake up the steps to his apartment building's entrance. The other boy was mumbling incoherently, head lolling as Sunghoon guided him through the door with an arm looped around his waist.
He glanced back over his shoulder to where Sunoo stood beside the idling car. "I'll be right back."
Sunoo nodded, watching as they disappeared into the lobby before pulling out his phone. Leaning against Sunghoon's car typed out a quick text to Jungwon.
Sunoo:
Jake hyung got home safe. He's dropping me off next.Jungwon:
Ok good, let me know when you're back too!
Sunoo couldn't help but smile. He was tapping out a response when the screen flashed Jungwon's name in an incoming call.
Sunoo greeted him with a laugh. "Whaaaaaaat?"
"Noothing? I just wanted to make sure you guys got home safe."
That made Sunoo's expression soften in turn. "We're all good. Sunghoon hyung's just walking Jake hyung up to his place." He craned his neck, scanning the lobby entrance briefly before continuing. "He'll be right back down, then we're headed to my place."
"Text me when you're home safe too. I'll wait up."
"Sure thing, mom," Sunoo teased gently.
Sunoo could tell Jungwon was rolling his eyes when he said, "Love you too."
Sunoo had barely hung up when the muted thump of footsteps approached. He glanced up to find Sunghoon descending the steps to the parking lot.
"Everything okay up there?" Sunoo asked, eyes trying not to linger too long on his forearm tattoo.
Sunghoon seemed to notice, a lazy smile creasing his lips as their eyes met. "Yeah, he didn't even stir when I put him to bed."
Huffing out a quiet laugh, Sunoo straightened up. "Thanks for handling that, by the way. I wouldn't be able to carry him up those stairs."
"It's not a big deal." Sunghoon's gaze drifted down to Sunoo's phone, still clutched in one hand before lifting to meet his eyes again.
"Oh—Jungwon was making sure we got back safely."
Sunghoon shoved his hands into the pockets of his slacks and rocked back on his heels. "Do you mind if we take a break first? I could use some fresh air, feeling a bit drowsy."
"Of course, take your time."
Sunoo observed Sunghoon's movements as he retrieved a cigarette pack and lighter from his jacket pocket. With ease, Sunghoon plucked out a cigarette and brought it to rest between his lips before lighting the end.
Watching the wisps of smoke curl from Sunghoon's mouth, Sunoo surprised himself by blurting out, "Hey, your tattoo… does it mean something?"
Turning his head, Sunghoon's eyes—dark and unreadable—found Sunoo's as he released a long, steady stream of smoke between them. Then a small, secretive smile slowly surfaced across his features.
"Does it look like it means something special?"
Sunoo swallowed, stomach swooping oddly. Sunoo was staring for too long and he realized he was nodding—almost unconsciously.
"It's nothing profound," Sunghoon told him, taking another slow drag and exhaling, the smoke kissing his skin. "Thought it looked good, that's all."
"It is," Sunoo agreed.
Sunghoon hadn't really spoken about himself, Sunoo had learned quickly. He only offered meaningless tidbits, never anything of substance, and allowed others to fill the silence.
"Your tattoo must be pretty," Sunghoon said, "Something pretty would suit you."
Sunoo was taken aback by the subtle compliment. "It's nothing special, just a regular tattoo."
"Is that so?" His gaze raked over Sunoo slowly, purposefully. "I can think of a few places ink would look pretty on you."
The implications behind Sunghoon's words sank in and Sunoo felt his throat tighten.
What is he playing at?
"Am I right?" Sunghoon asked calmly, unhurried, like he already knew the answer.
Sunoo emitted a strained—nervous laugh. "I don't know."
Sunghoon leaned in casually, tilting his head. "Will I get to see it then?"
Too close.
Sunoo stepped back as Sunghoon turned to face him fully, propping one arm against the car. The hand holding his cigarette raised to his lips as he leveled his gaze at Sunoo once more.
"Cigarette," Sunoo managed, scrambling for an excuse just to get out of the situation. "Can I have one?"
Sunghoon's head tipped ever so slightly to the side as he retrieved the pack from his pocket. Sunoo accepted it, leaning forward as Sunghoon lit it for him.
Sunoo exhaled a stream of smoke, daring himself to look once again. Sunghoon's cigarette dangled from his long fingers as his face pointed towards the night sky in a relaxed manner.
Something about Park Sunghoon set his instincts on edge, though he couldn't quite put his finger on what. It wasn't overt or aggressive; rather, it was the deliberate nonchalance Sunghoon carried himself with.
It was almost disquieting, Sunoo could feel himself putting up his defenses around Sunghoon.
Yet Sunoo found himself drawn to him in a way that he couldn't resist.
Soon enough, they arrived at Sunoo's apartment building.
"Thanks for the ride," Sunoo said, reaching to unbuckle his seatbelt. But it wouldn't budge, stuck in place no matter how he tugged at it.
A soft chuckle came from Sunghoon's direction. He leaned over, his larger frame pressing into Sunoo's space. With a flick of his wrist, the seatbelt released easily.
Sunoo looked up and realized how close Sunghoon's face was to his own, their noses mere inches apart.
Sunghoon made no move to pull away, his dark eyes lingering on Sunoo as if he was expecting—waiting for Sunoo to say something.
"It's late," Sunoo murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. The words slipped out before he could stop them, "Do you...want to come up?"
As soon as the words left his lips, Sunoo knew he had made his first mistake.
"Sure."
Sunoo punched in the passcode, the lock finally clicking open with a beep. He drew a steadying breath before pulling the door wide, allowing Sunghoon to step inside first. But no sooner had Sunoo turned to close it behind them, Sunoo's back hit the wall with a muted thud as Sunghoon crowded his space.
The cold wall against his back contrasted with the warmth of Sunghoon's body pressing flush against him. Sunoo's chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, his eyes fixed on Sunghoon's through his lashes.
"Sunghoon hyung," the word fell from Sunoo's lips in a barely audible whisper.
The seconds that ticked by felt like a torture for Sunoo. Sunghoon said nothing, his jaw clenched as he drank in the sight of Sunoo.
Then, all at once, Sunghoon surged forward, stealing what little space remained between their bodies as he captured Sunoo's mouth in a fervent, bruising kiss. A soft whimper vibrated against Sunghoon's lips as Sunoo yielded, lips parting at the press of his tongue.
Sunghoon's hold was surprisingly gentle yet possessive. One large hand cradled the back of Sunoo's head, fingers threading through his hair as their mouths moved against each other.
Sunghoon tasted like vanilla and cigarettes—sweet and dangerous. It was intoxicating. He couldn't stop. He gave in, his body gave way. He let all else go to be under Sunghoon's control.
When his other hand began to wander south, Sunoo felt dizzy. Every caress, every touch, it felt like Sunghoon was mapping every curve of his body as if committing the feeling—his breaths and soft moans to memory.
Sunghoon hoisted him up effortlessly, legs automatically wrapping around the older boy's waist. They tumbled onto the couch, Sunoo's shirt had already slipped down a shoulder haphazardly.
Sunghoon hovered on top of him, one hand gently clasping Sunoo’s ankle and slowly trailing up to his torso.
Sunghoon unbuttoned his shirt while trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down his chest and abdomen. His shirt rode up in the process, bunching around his ribs—then Sunghoon saw it.
"That's where your tattoo is," Sunghoon remarked at the ornamental sun tattoo peeking out on Sunoo's hip bone. He traced the ornamental design with his fingertips.
Sunoo shivered at Sunghoon's touch. "It's ticklish."
"It's pretty," Sunghoon said as he pressed his lips against the tattoo, discarding his own shirt in the process—sculpted muscles on full display. His hands moved down to pull off Sunoo's pants and tossed them aside. "I was right. Pretty things suit you."
Sunghoon's lips trailed down Sunoo's thigh, leaving a trail of kisses as he worshiped every inch of his skin. With arms wrapped tightly around Sunoo's legs, Sunghoon dove in between them, eagerly taking in every inch of his shaft. His lubed fingers probed and stretched Sunoo open, causing him to gasp and moan uncontrollably.
Sunghoon was relentless, his tongue flicking and teasing, while his fingers plunged deeper into Sunoo's tight hole.
Sunoo desperately tried to hold back from bucking his hips upwards. But with each flick of his tongue and probing of his fingers inside him, Sunghoon had him surrendering to pleasure. Sunoo's hands clawed at Sunghoon's hair, pulling and tugging as he tried to focus on controlling his staggering breaths.
Sunoo was desperate for Sunghoon to fuck him senseless, and he wasn't afraid to beg for it. He needed to feel Sunghoon's raw cock inside of him, filling him up and ravaging him.
"Please, h-hyung, fuck me already."
Sunghoon obliged, climbing on top of Sunoo and causing him to gasp as the pressure left his aching hole. "How do you want me to fuck you, pretty?"
Sunoo didn't have to think about it.
Sunoo pushed him and crawled onto his lap, half-standing on his knees. "I want to ride you. Want you hard and deep inside of me."
"Have at it." Sunghoon leaned back on the couch, gripping Sunoo's hips as he fumbled with his pants' zipper, finally releasing his throbbing member.
Sunoo positioned himself over Sunghoon's cock, eagerly sinking down onto it. The sensation of being filled to the brim with Sunghoon's shaft made him pathetically mewl, provoking a growl from Sunghoon.
"Fuck, Sunoo—"
Sunoo's body writhed on top of him, grinding down onto Sunghoon's pulsing cock. His whimpers and cries only turned Sunghoon on even more.
Sunghoon's fingers dug into Sunoo's hips so hard that Sunoo knew it would bruise for days. But he didn't care as long as Sunghoon kept chanting praises to him.
"You're such a good boy, do you know that?" Sunghoon growled, pulling Sunoo's hair back and exposing his flushed face. "Riding me like you're made for it."
Sunoo's cock twitched.
"Getting called a good boy gets you excited?" Sunghoon taunted as he saw Sunoo's pre-cum dribbling out. "Touch yourself for me, pretty."
Sunoo bit down hard on his lips before roughly wrapping his hand around his throbbing member, but before he could even get a good rhythm going, Sunghoon was slamming into him with force. Every hit was driving him closer and closer to the edge, and he knew it wouldn't take much more for him to cum.
A cascade of short, uncontrollable breaths, and a blend of mewling and begging spilled from his mouth. Sunghoon groaned, throwing his head back as he kept pounding into Sunoo while pumping his own cock vigorously.
With a deep moan, Sunghoon released his hot load deep inside Sunoo, the warmth spreading through his body. Sunoo squeezed out every last drop, grinding against him until his cum spilled over and drenched Sunghoon's lap.
Sunghoon forcefully removed Sunoo's hand from his throbbing member and began to stroke it himself. Overwhelmed with pleasure, Sunoo let out a lewd cry as he reached his own orgasm.
Sunoo propped himself up on one elbow, the sheets pooling around his waist as he watched Sunghoon retrieving his clothes from the floor after a shower. "You're not staying?"
Sunghoon shrugged into his shirt, not regarding Sunoo. "I'm sorry. I've got somewhere to be."
Frowning, Sunoo glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand. "At 3am?"
But Sunghoon didn't offer any explanation, and did the buttons of his shirt in silence. With his items gathered in hand, he turned towards the door. "Goodnight, Sunoo."
And just like that, he was gone.
Sunoo didn't hear from Sunghoon after that.
