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Maybe
you’re the
sun.
***
He knew it was coming the moment Beomgyu slipped him through his door at midnight, a smile gracing his lips as that robe, that jade colored robe, slipped a little off his shoulder to pool at his elbow. His skin, of course, contrasted to everything lying in the room. Smooth, pale, shining in the moonlight like a spotlight set on it; on that smile, and the way the moon glistened—practically curved itself into the right places on his body.
Beomgyu was beautiful. Taehyun had long realized that.
“Hey,” he says softly, as if he knows every word he speaks to Taehyun ushers him to melt, “been a while, hasn’t it?”
Beomgyu leads them to the couch in his room, sitting Taehyun in front of him. In reality, it had only been a few hours, but Taehyun knows Beomgyu hates a few mere hours of their time wasted.
Yes, their time. It was their time now. A smile grew on his face before even he could realize it.
Beomgyu grins back, hands settling themselves to caress the skin of his cheeks. He looks down at him even as the smile dissipates, soft hands against the rough of his cheeks. Beomgyu presses his lips against his forehead; soft, lingering, most definitely there , and he’s reduced to nothing, “answer me, will you, Taehyun?”
“You look beautiful tonight.”
Pleased, Beomgyu stares back into his eyes again. The smile comes back, “you say that all the time.”
Taehyun lets him tilt his head up and kiss underneath the palms of his own hands, pecking at Taehyun’s nose to underneath the pad of Beomgyu’s thumb. Taehyun fists his hands against his pants, “I mean it everytime I say it.”
“I bet you do,” another kiss to his forehead and his robe fully slips to his elbows. Taehyun simply admires the black nightgown hugging his frame, “my love.”
Taehyun loves it when he calls him that. He lets Beomgyu tangle a hand through his hair to rest at his neck, and he lets him kiss him. Over and over, until he settles on his lap with his elbows resting against his shoulders, buried deep into a hug that they both wish could last forever.
“I love you,” Beomgyu mumbles. Murmured against his neck, filled to the brim until it spilled over. Just like every other night, he repeats, “only you. It will only ever be you, my love.”
And he believes it. He will believe it until his last breath, until Beomgyu goes and squeezes his heart to stop it from beating whenever he so much as lays eyes on him. He will believe it until the day Beomgyu stops looking at him like he hung the stars that he simply laid out. He will believe him until he’s no longer my love and just Kang Taehyun . Until Beomgyu simply acknowledges him as another servant and not his love. Taehyun believes him. Not just because he loves him, but because he is love.
“I love you, too,” he replies, and like every other night, he slips back into the corridor and chooses to forget that he does, for both his sake and Beomgyu’s.
***
Though,
you look better under the
moon.