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A hum, a shift and a soft exhale. Two bodies laid snuggled under cross-patched duvets handpicked from the shop down the alley, warm with love built with trembling hands and soft eyes.
Sungho blinked awake in the dark, the sliver of moonlight filtering through the blinds, painting the room in her hues of blue and grey. He squinted at the clock mounted to their bedroom wall, barely 2am with the longer finger lingering near the north-most part. He figures he must have stirred when Taesan had snuck in, pulling Sungho into his embrace as he drifted off to dreamland.
Speaking of which, his eyes shifted down from the wall to the man beside him, vision focusing on how his auburn bangs curled around his brows, curtesy of his pre-exam impulses and box dye. Sungho was lying on Taesan's arm, with his other splayed across his stomach, muscles firm from joining Sungho's routine at the gym, simply to spend more time together, but soft to the touch.
He nuzzled in closer to his embrace, face pressed up into Taesan's band-tee, worn cotton and hints of his vanilla body wash. He always loved the way Taesan smelled, even before they had gotten together, he would always catch a wiff of his cologne when passing by him through the halls, down the stairs and in the fated music room. With his brown guitar slung over his shoulders, leaning against the windowsill as he strummed lazily against the strings, humming tunes he had grown to love.
Now looking at him closely, he could see what had changed since that day, his hair of course, had been dyed countless times over the years, fading from his black roots to bleached blonde and now auburn. The red tips illuminate in the moonlight, ends catching the light and sparkling like fine stardust. Trailing up his face with his eyes, the small purse of his lips as he stays in his dream, the slope of his nose, tall and fair like the rest of him, to his eyes, shut with his long eyelashes fanning over, moonlight casting shadows across his cheeks.
He thinks it would be lovely to press a kiss onto the skin where the moonlight hits, so he does so without hesitation. Pressing light kisses, barely there touches of skin across Taesan's face. How fortunate, Sungho thinks to himself, that he's able to touch and hold him like this, warm and firm, relaxed and pulled far away from his usual guarded self. He watches as Taesan's eyes flutter, stirring slightly from the kisses, before reaching up and cradling his cheek, gently pushing a strand of hair away from his eyes. Subconsciously Taesan leans in to his touch, soft exhale leaving his lips and his expression smoothens out, as if his touch had all the cure in the world.
His lips tug upwards as pride and love swells in his heart, thinking back on how far they've come to be here, soft in each other's hold. Sungho wonders if Taesan could feel his heartbeat in his dream, the man had always claimed that he could feel Sungho's heart beat, shyly whispering "because my heart mirrors yours too" under his breath one day, not knowing he had heard it. He remembers the moments they've shared, threading in-between the lines of friends and something more, a touch that held on for too long, a gaze lingering even in silence, whispered promises and gentle eyes.
Sungho knows that behind Taesan's cold exterior hides a beautiful boy with a matching smile. Teasing glances and honeyed words, soft caresses and sincere gestures, always pulling him closer like gravity but never a forced tug. Taesan who liked to watch the passing scenery on bus rides but willingly lets Sungho take the window seat because he knows he likes to watch too, Taesan who rather stay cozied up in bed with his guitar and his record player humming along in the background but chooses to accompany Sungho on his midnight walks because he's worried he'd get cold without a sweater, Taesan who, despite all of Sungho's insecurities, chooses to stay by his side, walking alongside him, never straying too far from sight.
Overwhelmed with a sudden influx of emotion for the man beside him, he pulls Taesan all the more closer, legs slipping between his and he wraps his arms around him, squeezing slightly as his tears threaten to spill. He hears Taesan suck in a small breath, body shifting in his hold as he stirs from his sleep. His arms wrap around Sungho's waist as if it was the most natural thing to do, fingers drawing shapes into his back. "Not sleeping?" He mumbles, voice still thick with sleep, syllables slurred slightly as he leans his head against Sungho's, pressing a soft kiss to his crown. Sungho hums noncommittally into his chest, breathing in and exhaling slowly, as if trying to map out and imbed this moment of peace into his memory. He feels Taesan press another kiss into his hair, soft and sure, gentle but never insincere and he smiles, heart full.
Eyes slipping closed as the warmth of their shared body heat and Taesan rubbing slow circles into his back lulled him into dreamland, not before hearing his lover whisper "goodnight" under the hush of moonlight.
"I hope we meet in our dreams too, maybe we'll get a cat or maybe we'll travel the world or maybe we'd just stay like this together until 400 springs has passed" Sungho thinks to himself as he finally succumbs to sleep.