This one's a drabble. Some not!fic rambling about my eventual western AU is here.

The sky is growing paler by the minute, early morning light swallowing the stars. Donghae’s spine curves over the back of the saddle, the stretch burning pleasantly after spending the night struggling to keep himself upright during the long ride over the plain. Neck craned back, his eyes find the daytime moon where it lingers in the sky. His horse could walk clear across the country and that moon would still be watching them, hiding all their secrets in its curve. 

Ahead of him, a creak of leather has Donghae looping his fingers through the horse’s mane to lever himself upright again, watching Hyukjae shift uncomfortably in his own saddle. It’s a familiar sight: the streak of black through Kkoteu’s tail, the tumble of Hyukjae’s hair down his back; the grey light washing all the colors to match the moon’s wan glow, secret for secret.